In ‘Memo to the President Elect: How We Can Restore America’s Reputation and Leadership,’ Albright addresses the major world conflicts and offers her thoughts on how to restore the country’s reputation and avoid the pitfalls that have plagued earlier presidents.
“Batteries, just like liquids, must now be protected from becoming terrorist-style weapons or catching on fire by being enveloped in that wonder-material: the Ziploc bag.”—Vanessa Fox. Nude. about the new TSA laws.
I should probably have some grand overarching theme to end the year but I don’t. Life’s like that sometimes.
30 Seconds to Mars “Stronger” (Kanye West) Being an old white guy, Kanye West is pretty much off my radar. I’ve heard of him and I know he’s from Chicago and that his mother was killed by an incompetent plastic surgeon.
I had never heard any of his music before I found this song, so I downloaded the original to find out if this cover was different enough to post. The cover is…
"The Wisconsin researchers say that the whole apparatus could shrink dramatically, becoming both hidden and easily portable. The camera would vanish into an eyeglass frame. From there, it would wirelessly transmit visual data to a dental retainer in the mouth that would house the signal-translating electronics. The retainer would also hold the electrode against the tongue."
[TF — Sometimes humans are amazing. Most often not, but in glimmers enough to keep my hopes alive.]
In a coffee shop at the edge of Austin; on a South Bronx sun-baked sidewalk; in a cabin nudged inside of nowhere. Every year, groundbreaking stories begin in places far away from here. Every year they’re cultivated and crafted, rolled along their production path with the vision and gut and grit of their storytellers. And every year they come together in a mountain town in January.
With the power of gospel and the precision of Broadway, the members of Ladysmith Black Mambazo are the undisputed kings of mbube, South African a cappella singing. The group was featured on Paul Simon’s hit album, ‘Graceland.’
“… He had ceased to be my father a long time ago, and died as a result of many years of alcoholism and general waywardness. When I got the call to say he had passed, my reaction was a mixture of “I’m surprised it actually took this long” and “I wish I actually felt sad about this”. He had become an irrelevant part of my life such a long time ago. Now, here I am thinking of what to write about the passing of Netscape, and finding myself with similar feelings.”—