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David Foster Wallace on Life and Work. Google Glass: The opposition grows | Internet & Media. The opposition will congregate in dark corners. They will whisper with their mouths, while their eyes will scan the room for spies wearing strange spectacles. The spies will likely be men. How many women would really like to waft down the street wearing Google Glass ? It won't be easy. Once you've been cybernated, there's no turning back. Which is why the refuseniks are already meeting in shaded corners of the Web. One site is called "Stop The Cyborgs. " It's going to take a lot of bitty fighting, but the people behind this site -- they're naturally anonymous, in an attempt to stop Google spying on them -- say they're fighting Google Glass in particular.

They say that it will herald a world in which "privacy is impossible and corporate control total. " Some would say that, thanks to Googlies and other bright, deluded sparks, we're there already. There's no way of even knowing if someone else is recording you through their glasses from somewhere in the cloud. Well, yes. Grey, girls, and other such pop culture phenomena: a (slightly belated) rant | jumpseat confessional. When I first started flying, one of my favorite ways to amuse myself on long flights was to play count-the-copies-of-Fifty-Shades. Although the book is known as “mommy porn,”[i] I found it to be almost equally popular with men-who-could-be-my-grandfather, men-who-could-be-Taylor-Lautner’s-body-double, and pre-adolescent girls.

[ii] After finally reading the book myself, I went online and was overwhelmed with the amount of personal essays, op-ed pieces, and discussion groups focusing on the Fifty Shades Trilogy. Everyone seemed to be asking and answering questions about the sex presented in the books: Is it okay for feminists to be turned on by it? What about Christians? But amongst the seemingly endless commentary I read, few writers seemed to be bothered by the thing that was getting under my skin. Interestingly enough, the other pop-culture phenomenon everyone seemed to be talking about last summer provides the polar opposite view of young adulthood.

E L James, you are drunk. The Head and the Heart- Thomas Jefferson. Document Transcript To Maria Cosway My Dear Madam,--Having performed the last sad office of handing you into your carriage at the pavillon de St. Denis, and seen the wheels get actually into motion, I turned on my heel & walked, more dead than alive, to the opposite door, where my own was awaiting me. Mr. Danquerville was missing. Head. Heart. Head. Heart. Head. Heart. Head. Heart. Head. Heart. Head. Heart. Head. Heart. Head. Heart. Head. Heart. Head. Heart. I thought this a favorable proposition whereon to rest the issue of the dialogue. Each of the main characters in Spongebob Squarepants was inspired by one of the seven deadly sins. Each of the main characters in Spongebob Squarepants was inspired by one of the seven deadly sins. This surprising revelation was made in the audio commentary included with the episode “Plankton!”

On the DVD boxset of the show’s first season. The disc does not establish which characters match up with each sin, but as an avid Spongebob fan, I believe the comparisons are fairly straightforward: 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. What’s So Friggin' Funny? Why do we have this unconscious propensity for something as frivolous as laughter? As I watch them on the screen, Provine’s teenagers remind me of an old Carl Sagan riff, which begins with his describing “a species of primate” that likes to gather in packs of 50 or 60 individuals, cram together in a darkened cave, and hyperventilate in unison, to the point of almost passing out.

The behavior is described in such a way as to make it sound exotic and somewhat foolish, like salmon swimming furiously upstream to their deaths. The joke, of course, is that the primate is Homo sapiens and the group hyperventilation is our laughing together at comedy clubs or in theaters—or with the virtual crowds of television laugh tracks. I’m thinking about the Sagan quote when another burst of laughter arrives through the TV speakers, and without realizing what I’m doing, I find myself laughing along with the kids on the screen. I can’t help it. Tickle me Washoe. Julian day. Julian day is the continuous count of days since the beginning of the Julian Period used primarily by astronomers. The Julian Day Number (JDN) is the integer assigned to a whole solar day in the Julian day count starting from noon Greenwich Mean Time, with Julian day number 0 assigned to the day starting at noon on January 1, 4713 BC, proleptic Julian calendar (November 24, 4714 BC, in the proleptic Gregorian calendar). [1] For example, the Julian day number for January 1, 2000, was 2,451,545.[2] The Julian Date (JD) of any instant is the Julian day number for the preceding noon plus the fraction of the day since that instant.

Julian Dates are expressed as a Julian day number with a decimal fraction added.[3] For example, the Julian Date for 00:30:00.0 UT January 1, 2013, is 2,456,293.520833.[4] The Julian Period is a chronological interval of 7980 years beginning 4713 BC. Time scales[edit] Variants[edit] History[edit] Calculation[edit] The months (M) January to December are 1 to 12.

Why Nikola Tesla was the greatest geek who ever lived. Additional notes from the author: If you want to learn more about Tesla, I highly recommend reading Tesla: Man Out of Time Also, this Badass of the week by Ben Thompson is what originally inspired me to write a comic about Tesla. Ben's also got a book out which is packed full of awesome. There's an old movie from the 80s on Netflix Instant Queue right now about Tesla: The Secret of Nikola Tesla. It's corny and full of bad acting, but it paints a fairly accurate depiction of his life. The drunk history of Tesla is quite awesome, too. History.com has a great article about Edison and how his douchebaggery had a chokehold on American cinema. RSA Animate - The Power of Outrospection.

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