[quote] I’ve been in the hospital since tuesday. A couple different infections and kidney issues. Thankfully, my congresswoman called the VA ... [/quote]
Year after year, the world of competitive academia has brought us many excellent gems?—?the most fruitful of which have come from the extremely intense annual Scripps National Spelling Bee. Perhaps you were unaware, however, of another equally thrilling student contest that took place this week: The Microsoft Office Specialist U.S. National Championship.
As a composer and studio engineer, Wiltshire-born Daphne Blake Oram was a trail-blazer in a male-dominated world that regularly undermined and overshadowed her successes.
Born in York, Pennsylvania, but reared in North Carolina and Virginia, the country singer Robbie Fulks came to New York in 1980, to get off the farm (his parents were back-to-the-landers) and enroll at Columbia: “I didn’t know that there wouldn’t be women there, or even that it was in the Ivy League,” he said the other day. He dropped out after two years to give the singer-songwriter thing a go.
He came to our house and asked, "Can I stay here?" I said I’ll have to talk to my mom. I asked her and she was like, "Yeah, but I have to call his mom and let her know that he’s here." So she called his mom to let her know and they worked it out. So his mom said, "He can stay there if he wants to." So a day turned into a week, week turned into a month, month turned into a year and a year turned into about five or six years, something like that.
Human happiness has direct corelation with how social we are. But a new study suggests that if you have fewer friends, it might be a sign that you are smart! That means smarter people are better of with fewer friends in life.
So if you a loner and like to spend more time all by yourself and enjoy it, this may be a sign of gratification and intelligence according to this study. You smaller circle of friends or hangout only with a handful shows that you fall under the smarter ones.
One day, a machine broke in the assembly line, causing some Cheetos to not get dusted with the bright orange cheese powder, so Richard took some home and put chili powder on them. He created his own recipe for a spicier version of Cheetos that was inspired by a Mexican street snack called elote (corncob).
Concepcion Picciotto, the protester who maintained a peace vigil outside the White House for more than three decades, a demonstration widely considered to be the longest-running act of political protest in U.S. history, died Jan. 25...She was believed to be 80.
Ms. Picciotto — a Spanish immigrant known to many as “Connie” or “Conchita” — was the primary guardian of the anti-nuclear-proliferation vigil stationed along Pennsylvania Avenue.
Typically, she’ll be hired to interpret for every artist requested at a given festival. She is rarely ever given a set list in advance, and must memorize every song by those artists — sometimes up to 150 — to ensure she’ll be prepared to sign anything.
The process starts two months before the show.
Start by placing them across the board from each other: two queen’s bishops, rows of squares ahead of them. One is Noel Scott Engel, born in Ohio in 1943, an American who went to Britain for fame and who stayed there; the other is David Robert Jones, born in Brixton on the day before Engel’s fourth birthday, who scrabbled for fame in Britain and, once he finally got it, left for good. Jones became David Bowie, Engel became Scott Walker. Each was precocious, ambitious, beautiful. They first met around 1966 at a London nightclub, The Scotch of St. James, when Walker was a pop star and Bowie nothing but polite aspiration.
If John Scott was good, then voting for him at all wouldn't be a story. But John Scott is bad, so watching him skyrocket to the top of the vote totals was admittedly hilarious. The All-Star Game is completely irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, and so, of course, it became the target of a joke. Scott just happened to be the punchline.
Just go with it. You'll be left speechless.
[cc: what the fucking fuck]
Henry David Thoreau’s moral myopia.
Thoreau did not live as he described, and no ethical principle is emptier than one that does not apply to its author. The hypocrisy is not that Thoreau aspired to solitude and self-sufficiency but kept going home for cookies and company. That’s just the gap between aspiration and execution, plus the variability in our needs and moods from one moment to the next—eminently human experiences, which, had Thoreau engaged with them, would have made for a far more interesting and useful book. The hypocrisy is that Thoreau lived a complicated life but pretended to live a simple one.
Rupert Murdoch doesn't like the BBC.
And sometimes the BBC doesn't seem to like Rupert Murdoch either.
Following the principle that you should know your enemy, the BBC has assiduously recorded the relentless rise of Rupert Murdoch and his assault on the old "decadent" elites of Britain.
And I thought it would be interesting to put up some of the high points.
It is also a good way to examine how far his populist rhetoric is genuine, and how far its is a smokescreen to disguise the interests of another elite.
As a balanced member of the BBC - I leave it to you to decide.
Admitting that “some will call me a torturer” is a surefire way to cut yourself off from anyone’s sympathy. But Glenn Carle, a former CIA operative, isn’t sure whether he’s the hero or the villain of his own story.
Distilled, that story, told in Carle’s new memoir The Interrogator, is this: In the months after 9/11, the CIA kidnaps a suspected senior member of al-Qaida and takes him to a Mideast country for interrogation. It assigns Carle — like nearly all his colleagues then, an inexperienced interrogator — to pry information out of him. Uneasy with the CIA’s new, relaxed rules for questioning, which allow him to torture, Carle instead tries to build a rapport with the man he calls CAPTUS.
But CAPTUS doesn’t divulge the al-Qaida plans the CIA suspects him of knowing. So the agency sends him to “Hotel California” — an unacknowledged prison, beyond the reach of the Red Cross or international law.
Carle goes with him. Though heavily censored by the CIA, Carle provides the first detailed description of a so-called “black site.” At an isolated “discretely guarded, unremarkable” facility in an undisclosed foreign country (though one where the Soviets once operated), hidden CIA interrogators work endless hours while heavy metal blasts captives’ eardrums and disrupts their sleep schedules.