A juggling technophile shares personal stories, challenges, humor and perhaps some political commentary.
Watch this video and then you’ll have no reason to look at anything else on the Internet for at least 24 hours. So yYou are free to go outside and enjoy this beautiful Earth Day! I’m going to get back to work.
Update: That video quit being amusing the second the person was revealed as a registered sex offender.
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Knox County Schools wasted an hour and a half of our children’s lives today by having every student walk through a metal detector as they entered Bearden Middle Schoool and randomly searching every eighth student. This waste of money, teacher resources, and student time produced no weapons. Randomly searches are ineffective and counterproductive which is why I begged that that the school board vote no to random searches. This is the beginning to the end of your civil liberties. The principal went so far as to say that we need to get used to this because one day we will have to walk through metal detectors just to get in the grocery store. Seriously?! Are you really that scared?
The point of terrorism is to cause terror, sometimes to further a political goal and sometimes out of sheer hatred. The people terrorists kill are not the targets; they are collateral damage. And blowing up planes, trains, markets or buses is not the goal; those are just tactics.
The real targets of terrorism are the rest of us: the billions of us who are not killed but are terrorized because of the killing. The real point of terrorism is not the act itself, but our reaction to the act.
And we’re doing exactly what the terrorists want.
[Source, Bruce Schneier – Security Expert, Refuse to be Terrorized]
Know what I fear? The emotional damage you are causing my child by putting him through the stress of a pointless random search.
My wife had a meeting this morning. She called shortly after leaving to let me know that our neighbor’s girlfriend who parks at the end of our street was out at her car wearing only cowboy boots, panties and a white, open bathrobe. I really have to get out of the basement more often!
I recently had a friend ask if I felt stressed. After giving it some thought, I answered, "Yes, for about 10 years now."
The 67-year-old physicist, who is the Lucasian professor of mathematics at the university, was undergoing tests at Addenbrooke’s hospital, Cambridge, after being taken there by ambulance today. He has been fighting a chest infection for several weeks. [Source, Guardian, Stephen Hawking ‘very ill’ in hospital]
Audio for this post generated by AT&T Labs Text-to-Speech(TTS) Demo software.
Update: Looks like Stephen Hawking is going to recover from the chest infection!
"Emotions for $200 please."
"down, depressed, gloomy"
"Alex, what are words that don’t even scratch the surface for how I am feeling today?"
It’s simply amazing a how you can derive about a person in 140 characters.
I was in front of my computer roughly 17 hours yesterday. Most of that was actually typing code. I am a Assistant Scout Master for my son’s Boy Scout troop although lately I have passed on meetings and activities in lieu of working. I skipped Monday’s meeting only to find out my son volunteered to be the grub master for this weekend’s trip. The way our troop works is one scout buys all the food for his patrol and is reimbursed. The idea is that the patrol plans the meal then the scout works with an adult to calculate portions and costs and buy the appropriate supplies. It is a good activity for developing their planning skills. The grub master should check the food pantry in the scout room for existing supplies (which I’m certain my son did not do). Unfortunately my son did not check with my secretary to see if I had one iota of spare time for this activity. Since their trip begins at the church at 5:45 today, Noah gets home from school with little time between school and the church, and Cathy will be doing her weekly trip to the Kentucky border this afternoon, I find myself faced with taking my lunch hour now to do Noah’s shopping for him. I should add that I don’t even get to go on this trip! (I very badly need a camping trip) This weekend they get to go to a fishing camp, clean and debone their food, cook it, and choose to eat powerbars instead.
