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Archive for February, 2007
From BBC News. Dr. Pepper’s marketing agency created a “find the buried coin” contest, in which players would follow clues to the buried treasure, dig it up and claim their prize.
Nice idea. But they buried one prize in the historic Boston cemetery where Paul Revere, John Hancock and Samuel Adams, among others, were laid to rest. Contestants eager to dig around in the 347-year-old Granary Burying Ground were foiled when the cemetery was closed to prevent just that occurrence. Dr. Pepper’s parent company has apologized. Complete BBC story below the fold. (more…)
I may start flirting with Macs. Never thought I’d say that. My attitude has been: it’s a computer, stupid. Not a religion. It’s a tool, pick one and use it and focus on what you’re using it to do.
Maybe it’s one of those confluences or cosmic grocery orders being delivered just when you ran out of coffee. Or just coincidence. But two bloggers I read have recently taken up with Macs, and they don’t seem like wild party girls who would take up with just anybody. Adriana writes here and Basquette’s posts include this one.
I read those entries, thought ho-hum. And then this morning (more…)
Lord, I am so glad we live in an age of nearly instant electronic communications, so that news can reach us quickly. I’ve had the TV on as usual, catching the early morning local news programs. At 7:00 this morning I didn’t change the channel after the local news ended, so I listened to 20 minutes of NBC’s Today show.
Where I learned some things. Judging by the amount of time NBC spent on the various “news” stories, the American public today is greatly – and equally – concerned by the war/mess in Iraq, the astonishing fact that major storms can cause airlines to cancel flights (d’uh), and whether Anna Nicole Smith is still dead.
Sometimes I visit blogs on the Today’s Hot Blogs list at the WordPress main page. This morning it was a feminist blog that says it’s “anti-subordination, woman-only, woman-centered, woman-friendly, and open to all women.” Which is a lot to contemplate before dawn over my first cup of coffee.
I went there in preference to clicking the link to number 1 on the WordPress list of Today’s Hot Posts, which is: “IO doesn’t matter: telling C programmers the key to the Haskell weltanschauung.” Uh-huh.
So there I was, scrolling down the main page of this feminist blog which warned me at the top that the proprietor isn’t the “fun” kind of feminist, and (more…)
The Spanish Inquisition is over but its spirit is alive and well in the 21st Century. According to the Associated Press, a Saudi Arabian judge recently sentenced 20 foreigners “to receive lashes and spend several months in prison after convicting them of attending a party where alcohol was served and men and women danced.” The rest of those arrested were awaiting trial.
The AP reports:
The defendants were among 433 foreigners, including some 240 women, arrested by the kingdom’s religious police for attending the party in Jiddah, the state-guided newspaper Okaz said.
The rest of the story is below the fold.
Damn. I’m going to miss her. And I never met her.
I was an adolescent in Houston in the 1960′s; she grew up there a few years ahead of me. In a few words about her experience as a kid in that place and time, she illuminated my own experience. I may be paraphrasing, but I remember it as this: “When you realize that all this time they have been lying to you about race, you start to wonder what else they are lying about.”
Wherever she has gone, I hope she’s meeting the folks, having fun, and finding just enough foolishness to skewer but not enough to have to worry about too much.
It’s 5:30 a.m. MST. The TV news is showing some well-upholstered old white men in old-fashioned dark suits and top hats. One of them is holding a fat furry rodent with a bored look on its face, another is speaking long words into a microphone, and the rest are crowding around the other two so they can be on TV.
It’s Groundhog Day in Pennsylvania. I’ve never understood the rodent-seeing-its-shadow thing. But then we don’t really have groundhogs out here in the West. That I know of. We have prairie dogs, but they tend to be skinny and not to stand still long enough to cast much of a shadow.
Anyway, if we had a groundhog, he froze overnight.
NOAA says this about DEN within the past hour:
Minus 14, wind chill of MINUS THIRTY-SEVEN DEGREES FARENHEIT.
It’s a little warmer in the middle of Denver. But the TV is showing a few godawful traffic snarls, and it’s Friday and I’ve got to get to work this morning.
I’m glad for my warm house, warm clothes, warm car, warm office. And I think I’ll have another cup of nice hot coffee before I take my warm shower.