Those who do not learn from history are stupid
My article on the theory of men being “hard-wired” to kill straying mates (“The Murderous Gene. And Bob, Joe, and Albert.”) is included in The 10th Skeptics’ Circle, edited by Skeptico. The more illustrious contributors include PZ Meyers, Orac, and Red State Rabble. You’ve got to read it to disbelieve it!
571 years ago today, the 19-year-old Joan of Arc was burned at the stake in Rouen, France for heresy. Not too far from our home is a gold-plated reproduction of a larger-than-life statue of Joan riding her charger with a pennant and laurel crown. Some years ago, Barbara and I established our late-spring Joan of Arc Memorial Barbecue, which I still need to schedule for this year.
I don’t normally examine the stuff that manages to slip through my spam filter, but something in this one caught my eye as I was deleting it. I guess whoever put it together (whatever country they’re from) ran it through a spell checker…
I am new to Internet and I am very much excited about doing my own privet shows. its free for now, b/c they say I am still an armature
So I’m guessing Julie — for that was her purported name — is some sort of artificial construct doing “shows” in some sort of hedge.
I can only assume that what you get when you Google the Google maps site is a list of places other people have Googled recently:
From the Washington Post:
A woman said she bit into a partial finger served in a bowl of chili at a Wendy’s restaurant, leading authorities to a fingerprint database Thursday to determine who lost the digit.
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Employees at the Wendy’s were checked and the fingertip didn’t come from any of them, officials said, adding that the well-cooked finger may have come from a food processing plant that supplies the company.
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Health officials said the fingertip was approximately 1 1/2 inches long. They believe it belongs to a woman because of the long, manicured nail.
“1 1/2 inches long”? I should hope that there wouldn’t have been any need to check the employees to see if it was theirs.
My business domain, moshplant.com was registered 10 years ago today: 17 March 1995.
It predates PHP. It predates MySQL. It predates Flash. It predates Shockwave. In its lifetime, it’s run on a variety of servers, but mostly Macintosh machines in my office that were connected to the Internet using standard phone, Frame Relay, and SDSL lines. We ran databases with FileMaker, Butler SQL, and Tango; ran a webcam back when they were still black and white; and jumped through all sorts of hoops to do things that anybody with a hosted domain can do today without even thinking about it.
The Web. It’s been a long, expensive decade.
St. Nicholas Day is sort of a special day here in the Moshofsky/Plant household. It’s my birthday, it’s Barbara and my wedding anniversary, and we decided by fiat that it’s the birthday of our over-the-fence boy kitty, Jackie Chan.
Happy Holidays!
The last time I saw Stan Ridgway was during his “Mosquitos” tour 15 years ago. That show was in the same decade as his peak of popularity with Wall of Voodoo, “Mexican Radio,” and videos on MTV, and it was at the old Starry Night (now Roseland) venue.
I don’t remember how big the crowd was, but I’m pretty sure it was bigger than the 80 or so folks who turned up at Dante’s on 3rd & Burnside last night, or the 30 who saw him at the WOW Hall in Eugene the night before. What’s wrong with people??!!
Ridgway came out on stage alone for the first several songs. He was joined later by his wife Pietra on keyboards and Rick King on guitar. The set consisted mostly of old favorites: “Salesman,” “Factory,” “Call of the West,” etc., with a few deviations from the Stan-dards: “Go Ask Alice,” “Down in the Boondocks,” and a fantastic turn on Mose Allison’s “Monsters of the Id” (which is on Stan’s new “Snakebite” album).
And after the show? You get to meet Stan.
