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Month: November 2006
“We saw snails riding on each other’s backs and moving in clusters,” said David Walrond, chairman of the local emergency response office that organized 60 volunteers for the hunt. “You’re just crunching the shells as you’re walking through.”
(via Exploding Aardvark)
at Kailua Beach
A work trip brings rightreading to Waikiki this week, so posting will be light.
After a short time here I observed that Waikiki is evidently Hawaiian for “place of pink skin.” Weather on arrival was pushing 90, with 80 percent humidity — so humid even the locals were complaining. But the haole to a man (and woman) stripped off most of their clothes and stretched out on beach chairs, amassing in greatest numbers in the hottest part of the day. They looked like pork loins roasting on a grill. You could hear the sizzle. Futile sun screen oozed off of them in greasy puddles.
(On a side note, one of the wires in my laptop screen also seems to have got fried. I’m trying to think of the thin vertical line that now seems permanent as a design element, on the principle that if you can’t fix it, it’s a “feature.”)
Rightreading has logged some time in the tropics over the years, so here’s some good advice (certain to go mostly unheeded). First, from about 12:30 to 2:30 or 3:00, favor the shade. Mornings and evenings, OTOH, are great times for walks on the beach. Second, don’t overdo. Take it slow and easy — in the (not so) long run, slow and easy will beat crash and burn (and I mean burn literally), trust me. Third, every so often stop and have a drink. The experts will tell you that alcohol will just dehydrate you even more, and I’m sure that’s true in some theoretical sense (like, if you’re actually dying in the desert, maybe a shot of vodka isn’t what you really want). But in the real world, based on my years of experience, I can assure you this is false. Screw the scientists. Have a beer. You’ll feel better.
Some photos after the jump . . .
The philosophical health check purports to determine whether you hold contradictory beliefs. Apparently the premise is that this is a bad thing.
But what about Whitman? “Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)” And don’t even get me started on Breton or Artaud.
And how does one determine whether to agree or disagree with statements like “It is not always right to judge individuals solely on their merits”? What does it mean to “judge individuals” in the first place? I mean, Adonal Foyle is not the best center in the NBA, but he does write some, okay some pretty indifferent poetry.
My tention quotient was 27%. They call that “low,” but the average score to date is 28%. So I guess low is average, which would make medium high, and . . . oh, suddenly I’m starting to feel sort of philosophically tense . . .
It’s called zotero. It helps academics
pad their notes and bibliographies find manage, and cite sources. It automatically captures citation information from web pages, eliminating that annoying requirement of thought. And it exports to EndNote, the hip academic’s crutch du jour.
Sorry, just trying not to jinx the election. You know how actors say “break a leg”?
Plus, the marketing team up on the ninth floor of the rightreading.com megaplex tells me we aren’t attracting a big enough percentage of the fascist web community. So maybe this headline will reel a few in.