March 2002 Archives
Satellite images show the extent of this phenomenon. [via Street Tech]Like Daniels, fishermen with decades on the water say they've often seen red tide but they've never seen anything like this — it doesn't have a foul smell, it isn't red tide and it isn't oil. They describe it as viscous and slimy water with what looks like spider webs in it.
It's taking all my strength not to write in "Sorceror".
I've got to find time to install the new version 2.0 of Movable Type (the program I use to maintain this site).
[via Flutterby]Shortly after becoming Attorney General, John Ashcroft was headed abroad. An advance team showed up at the American embassy in the Hague to check out the digs, saw cats in residence, and got nervous. They were worried there might be a calico cat. No, they were told, no calicos. Visible relief. Their boss, they explained, believes calico cats are signs of the devil. (The advance team also spied a statue of a naked woman in the courtyard and discussed the possibility of its being covered for the visit, though that request was not ultimately made.)
Schools are, to quote Scalia, functionally "prisons. You can keep them after school if they haven't done their homework."
DigitalConsumer.org has written up a Consumer Technology Bill of Rights. At first glance, this appears to perfectly sum up the principles of Fair Use which most of us take for granted, but which the various media distribution industries seem determined to destroy. [via Plastic]
Ep One wasn't about a personal struggle or a quest. It was an ensemble action flick with pretty CGI. Who am I supposed to bond with, to put myself behind and see their own troubles as my own? Who am I really supposed to get close to?
- If The Man likes the new Spider-Man movie, then it relly must have been done right.
- I think I liked the universe better when it was turquoise.
- With friends like... No, I can't go there. But if you can cope with excessive details of the contents of people's digestive tracts, there are a few laughs to be had.
I went to the CN Tower last night with a couple of cow-orkers. Didn't go up to the upper "pod" — visibility made it less than worthwhile — but I walked around the outside deck, stood on the glass floor and looked down, etc. It was a little bit scary, but not too bad.
But damned if I'm going to be able to lean over a balcony for the next week.
Unfortunately, I'm off to our company's office in Hell Canada. Before any Canadians out there get too worked up about it, I'm sure it's a
nice enough place for those who live there. And if I were going at the height of summer, I'm sure I'd enjoy it. But I'm a Southern boy at heart, travelling to the What's-so-great-about-it White North during winter. I detest snow, and have been almost enjoying this unusually mild (at least until this week) St. Louis winter. But now I have to go to the frozen wastes of Ontario. Yuck.

