October 15th, 2008


[links] Link salad for a hump day

Girl Genius is more brilliant than usual — “Face the terror of the hand-cranked runcible gun!” Hahahahahahah. If you’re not already reading this, why not?

The Cab Ride I’ll Never Forget — Moving. (Thanks to willyumtx.)

Dark energy: the quest for galaxies — South Pole Telescope offers fresh view of Universe’s expansion. (Thanks to lt260.)

Slime Mold Rehabilitated — Some awesome nature photography. (Thanks to willyumtx.)

For U.S. Astronauts, a Russian Second Home — U.S. Astronauts at Star City, in Russian. (Thanks to lt260.)

Can Microsoft conquer cloud computing? — More near-term futurism from Technology Review.

Study says most corporations pay no U.S. income taxes — Yep. Definitely need more tax cuts here.

Peak Wingnut — “…wingnut is a renewable resource. Peak Wingnut was the shortest lived ‘theory’ ever.” Hahahahahah.

Body movement: 110 minute suburban walk
Last night’s weigh-out: n/a
This morning’s weigh-in: n/a
Currently reading: The Dord, the Diglot, and an Avocado or Two by Anu Garg

Originally published at jlake.com. You can comment here or there.


[personal] Walking the worm carpet

It rained all night here in Omaha. So naturally I went for a long walk this morning, around 3 am. My feet got very wet on the Big Papio Trail, which rather mysteriously dead ends in a small meadow near the intersection of Maple and 120th, necessitating an extensive detour through squishy ankle-deep grass and mudholes.

The odd thing was the worms. They were out on the trail in regiments, veritable invasions of annelids. After I while, I stopped trying to avoid stepping on them, because that wouldn’t have been humanly possible unless my feet were about the size of the base of a bowling pin. Most of them seemed to be torpid, or already drowned, but some were having enthusiastic worm sex. I guess nothing says “orgy” like rising flood waters in your tunnel home. A few were huge, eight, nine inches or more, and big around as my pinkie. They weren’t screwing, but rather, moving with a purpose across the glistening concrete and the scattered bodies of their smaller similars.

Almost two hours after I set out I was back to the hotel with my thoughts in hand. There I showered, and worked on Tourbillon for an hour, but I have not been able to get the image of walking the worm carpet out of my mind. Slippery when wet, rolling slick, pink-to-gray in the scattered shadows of distant streetlights, they live in the Midwestern soil only to come out in orgiastic drownings.

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[politics] McCain campaigns for Obama, apparently

“We cannot spend the next four years as we have spent much of the last eight: waiting for our luck to change. The hour is late; our troubles are getting worse; our enemies watch. We have to act immediately. We have to change direction now.”

John McCain, Monday, October 13th

That’s not exactly a compelling argument for a Republican to be making at the moment, especially one whose voting record is overwhelmingly aligned with the Bush White House.

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[personal] “Out on the road today, I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac”

The heat of summer reminds of me of my childhood in the tropical sun, always alone. The winds of autumn remind me of going back to high school, a world of unfulfilled promise and trite but deadly teen aged pain. The cold of winter keeps me trapped in the New England, where my spirit cried for leaving. Only springtime is the season of my adult heart, belonging to the person I have become.

Originally published at jlake.com. You can comment here or there.