Unfortunately, there are no news about the crockus, that part of the brain that makes females more verbally skilled than males.
Even though it doesn't exist, the name is just so damn funny this item should be kept in the news as much as possible.
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Kelo in retrospect....
The Kelo decision thoroughly established the principle that a municipality can force you to sell your home for only the flimsiest of excuses (i.e., that the person they want to transfer it to is likely to stimulate the local economy in some nebulous way).
The principle is somewhat at odds with the facts, though.... in reality, for all the money they spent on legal fees, the town achieved only a huge vacant lot and a lot of outrage.
I don't know where Susette Kelo currently lives.
The principle is somewhat at odds with the facts, though.... in reality, for all the money they spent on legal fees, the town achieved only a huge vacant lot and a lot of outrage.
I don't know where Susette Kelo currently lives.
Quote of the Day
Speed, velocity, simultaneity, acceleration, and other mathematical abstractions having to do with the patterns of eternity were part of Martian mathematics, but not of Martian emotion. Contrariwise, the unceasing rush and turmoil of human existence came not from mathematical necessities of time but from the frantic urgency implicit in human sexual bipolarity.
Heinlein, "Stranger in a Strange Land"
Heinlein, "Stranger in a Strange Land"
Friday, December 05, 2008
Quote of the day
For what we will spend on the Farm, Nutrition and Bioenergy Act of 2008 we could have avoided the war in Iraq and simply bought a controlling interest in Saddam Hussein's country.
P.J.O'Rourke
P.J.O'Rourke
My clean mind
Anybody who reads this and has seen my "study" in my basement will appreciate my inner purity.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
"Young housewives having figures that will turn you on"
A serious scientific journal learns the dangers of meddling in things they do not understand.
Monday, December 01, 2008
Quote of the day
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
T.S.Eliot (ending The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock)
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
T.S.Eliot (ending The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock)
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