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Tuesday, October 26. 2004Brain in a Dish Flies Plane, Sarah Connor unavailable for commentBrain in a Dish Flies Plane Oct. 22, 2004 — A University of Florida scientist has created a living "brain" of cultured rat cells that now controls an F-22 fighter jet flight simulator. Scientists say the research could lead to tiny, brain-controlled prosthetic devices and unmanned airplanes flown by living computers. And if scientists can decipher the ground rules of how such neural networks function, the research also may result in novel computing systems that could tackle dangerous search-and-rescue jobs and perform bomb damage assessment without endangering humans. Wednesday, October 20. 2004Militants who kidnapped Australian reporter in Baghdad ``Googled'' him before deciding to release him unharmed(10-19) 10:58 PDT SYDNEY, Australia (AP) -- Iraqi militants who kidnapped an Australian reporter in Baghdad and threatened to kill him Googled his name on the Internet to investigate his work before deciding to release him unharmed, the journalist's executive producer said Tuesday. John Martinkus, the first Australian confirmed as having been abducted in Iraq, was seized in Baghdad early Saturday and held for about 24 hours before being freed. Returning home Tuesday, Martinkus demanded an apology from Australian Foreign Minister Alexander Downer, who had said the journalist was abducted when he went a Baghdad neighborhood that he was warned not to visit. "He was advised not to go to, but he went there anyway," Downer told Melbourne radio station 3AW. View Extended Entry Tuesday, October 19. 2004Sorry what did you say, my memory isn't so fresh?
We’ve seen USB Flash drives come in all shapes and sizes, but the new SolidAlliance (they brought us the USB duck drives) sushi drives set a new standard in conjoining the Japanese obsession with plastic food and our obsession with weird USB drives. Unfortunately your tekka maki only comes in sizes from 32 to 128MB, so we may hold out until they hook up some 512MB+ fugu drives. Saturday, October 16. 2004"Pongmechanik" A lesser, higher tech version of the original lo-tech Pong.
Pongmechanik is an electromechanical conversion of the classical game Pong and instead of more realistic graphics, it accurately to reproduces the original Pong, in an analog manner. The user interface is hardly changed. However the game breaks open the Black box of What takes place in the computer, and makes it visually perceptible and comprehensible. As quoted from Pongmechanik website (with editing done to very poor English) More Info here! Rplayer: Video explaining in detail how it works (really cool!) Inteligence, and Hilarity On The Campaign Trail 04'
Thursday, October 14. 2004My OnStar ExperienceOnStar: Hello, OnStar. SaltySeaDog: Hey, so, I got an important package in the trunk, but I think I locked my keys in with it when I was dispatching…er…loading it. OnStar: Not a problem, sir, I’m unlocking the trunk now. SaltySeaDog: [sound of trunk opening] Whooo…Jesus, that stinks! OnStar: Are you OK, sir? SaltySeaDog: Yeah, yeah. I just got to get rid of this package as soon as possible. Say, can you give me directions to an abandoned quarry, or maybe some remote wooded spot where I could leave my package? OnStar: Sure thing. I’m showing that there’s an empty shaft at an old silver mine three miles southwest of your location. SaltySeaDog: Perfect! That’s great, perfect. I’m going to need a car wash, too. Someplace discreet, if you know what I’m saying. OnStar: Absolutely, sir. You and OnStar are speaking the same language. Sunday, October 3. 2004Stupid Links For The Day...Yet another Microsoft Blunder More Hidden Messages In Songs What happens when you call in fake pages in the airports? Esquire's Brutally Honest Personals Mark Osbourne's "More" Town Of Coventry Looks Back 50th Reunion Of Hell's Angels Riding Into PortervilleIn a daring attempt to reorganize the Hell's Angel's, Sonny Barger gathers together the outlaw bikers for one last roll. Click Here For Story! Insomniac, I'm Awake!TakeTheCann0lis: slept till the crack of noon on saturday TakeTheCann0lis: spent an hour fumbling aorund my house TakeTheCann0lis: went back to sleep till 4 TakeTheCann0lis: did some work around the house till 8 TakeTheCann0lis: went to the bar TakeTheCann0lis: came home 12 TakeTheCann0lis: crashed TakeTheCann0lis: woke at 330 TakeTheCann0lis: still awake TakeTheCann0lis: hoping the sun will rise faster so I can go to the diner and get breakfast and coffee TakeTheCann0lis: that's my story and I'm sticking to it. 0830 Awake, and still kicking. Planing on leaving for The Mug in about a half hour, but I'm hoping Ethan will wake so I don't have to go alone. My Sunday NY Times should be arriving today even though my subscription was supposed to start 2 weeks ago. So maybe I'll look outside, and if the times is there I'll bring that and go alone. Regardless, they make this stuffed baked potato filled with egg, cheese (yellow, but not chedder as the menu states) and corned beef hash. Abhorently unhealthy, but very tasty! 0906: Check Email 0907: Watching my virus scan progress. 0908: Check Email 0909: ??????? 1530 Ethan woke up, and my NY Times did not arrive. I contacted the subscription service to ask when I should expect it. To make a long story short. It is broken. A make up delivery person shows up tosses me a paper, which turned out to be the Boston Globe. I wind up with The Times, and The Globe. All is well in the world, and we leave for The Mug where I stuff my tummy filled with all sorts of greasy goodness. Spent the early part of the afternoon going down by the beach collecting some big rocks to make a fire pit in our backyard. Arrived home, assembled previously mentioned fire pit, and hung some artwork around the house that had been leaning against the wall for some time now. Relaxing for a bit I haphazardly drank tea, and read the paper. An excerpt from 'Hell's Angels A Strange and Terrible Saga' Hunter S. Thompson's acount of The Hell's Angel's
A Strange and Terrible Saga by Hunter S. Thompson Porterville police knew by Saturday morning that the motorcycle clan of California might hit Porterville during the weekend. . . .By late afternoon there were riders beginning to congregate at Main and Olive, with the Eagle Club as their drinking center. A few riders were in Murry Park. No one that we saw was out of line. By early evening great numbers had begun to arrive and there was a build-up at Main and Olive. Our phone got hot as people wanted to know what the city was doing about the situation. We were urged to call out the National Guard, to order wholesale arrests, to deputize citizens and arm them with axe handles and shotguns. View Extended Entry Friday, October 1. 2004I Think I'll Have Some TeaFound at http://www.voidspace.org.uk/ enjoy!-drew'A Nice Cup of Tea'by George OrwellTaken from Soc.culture.british 5/28/94If you look up 'tea' in the first cookery book that comes to hand you will probably find that it is unmentioned; or at most you will find a few lines of sketchy instructions which give no ruling on several of the most important points.This is curious, not only because tea is one of the mainstays of civilization in this country, as well as in Eire, Australia and New Zealand, but because the best manner of making it is the subject of violent disputes.When I look through my own recipe for the perfect cup of tea, I find no fewer than eleven outstanding points. On perhaps two of them there would be pretty general agreement, but at least four others are acutely controversial. Here are my own eleven rules, every one of which I regard as golden:View Extended Entry |
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