| The Ultimate Advice Column Ever |
[29 Nov 2009|08:16pm] |
Self-help books are self-help for their authors. They sell you, your dream of making it big, in a better package than you could've wrapped yourself and charge you for it. But there is one self-help / advice column that I am completely in awe of. Mary Schmich's 1997 Chicago Tribune column(click to read the original article) which became an urban legend and transformed Ms Schmich in to Kurt Vonnegut overnight in cyber circles : Yes, I am talking about the much forwarded "Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)"
You can watch her simple but incredibly powerful words accidentally discovered by Baz Luhrmann and set to music, in the video below.
If you are hearing about this for the first time(fat chance) you should definitely watch the video. If not, pardon me for thrusting it on your face once again after a decade long gap. You had thought it was safely tucked away into VH1's: I love the 90s attic. Oh, be a sport and listen to it one more time. To read more about Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen, refer to its wiki link.
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| Notes from my rear-view mirror |
[17 Oct 2009|10:19pm] |
Paradise in those days of bruised scabby knees and wild hair was set in red laterite country. It had grandmothers who moved around in an ether of Ayurvedic oils handing out admonitions and sweat-meats with equal ease. The main citizens of this nation were a mob of tanned and rowdy cousins who would crawl out of the woodwork the minute we city-dwellers landed. Within the next few weeks we'd map every nook and cranny of the wild farmlands to the last earthworm and the last dragonfly (Dragonflies were particularly useful as these when tied with a string on their tails could be used as backhoes for picking up stones.) Our feet would tear fields and playgrounds to shreds as a determined sun watched on while vaporizing an occasional itinerant cloud.
.....and what you see above is a piece of that paradise. If it was a human this photo will be eligible to purchase and consume alcoholic beverages by this year. It doesn't know what it is missing. But you know. You are looking for 72 virgins, swaying palms and cool emerald water that are notable by their absence in my dated version of paradise. Instead what you see on either side of the mud road are rice fields getting roasted in ample solar radiation typical of April in South India. A river which could've salvaged the otherwise dry and dusty frame hides a couple of hundred meters behind me, the photographer.
I took the picture with my trusted Yashica. A few of my cousins and my sister are in the photo. The two men in lungi are passersby. The photo has been tickled a bit by my funny photoshop bone. I couldn't help but contribute to the mutilation of the photo already warped by time, weather, scanning conditions and a 13 year old amateur camera aficionado (I bet you just calculated my age.) The only person untouched in the picture is the man wearing thoppikuda (thoppi= hat, kuda = umbrella.) It is my homage to an extinct age when thoppikudas could travel inconspicuously in public without eliciting puzzled glances and when I was at an age, like the one perfectly summed up in this song,
It was always summer and the future called
We were ready for adventures and we wanted them all
And there was so much left to dream
And so much time to make it real
Earlier in the day this song (or rather the refrain, I do not know any song beyond their chorus) was making rounds in my brain. Sung by the beefy bard of modern rock ballads a line from it was adopted by automakers world wide and affixed on many rear-view mirrors. The automakers might claim it was the other way around. But I wouldn't doubt the ingenuity of bards of any kind, from anywhere, whether from New World or Old Country.
I've unstuck a line from the lyrics and have pasted it on the photo. The rest of it is here.
..There are times I think I see him peeling out of the dark
I think he's right behind me now and he's gaining ground
But it was long ago and it was far away, oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway, then the soul is just a car
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
Like Kenny in the song this photo has a cousin of mine who is with us no more (you can only see his brown legs, not his face) and there are times I think I see him peeling out of the dark.....I am thirteen again and it is summer blazing up in the lost paddy fields in far-off Malabar.
Paradise Geo-coded: the exact location where the picture was taken two decades ago
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| Today's Ultimate Question |
[10 Sep 2009|01:12pm] |
"How many roads must a man walk down?" Bob Dylan pondered in pop, back in '63. In Douglas Adams' H2G2, mice - hyper-intelligent pan-dimensional beings, responsible for the creation of the Earth asked the same question to the super computer Deep Thought as The Ultimate Q & A to reveal the truth about Life, Universe and Everything because they failed to come up with the real ultimate question. Come 21st century we have to modify this query a bit since walking is no longer the norm for going places and connecting with people.
"How many social networking sites should I create a profile and friend the same people, over and again?"
I remember the time when it all(the fancifully called Web 1.0) began for me, the moment of truth when you realize that there is more to internet than just email. In 1999 AD, I joined millions of others who were discovering(/had discovered) brand new free world of internet publishing. Virtual Publishing houses were offering megabits of free space at a time when most of us carried our data in floppy disks in limited kbs. I chose Y! Geocities because Yahoo had a Page Builder application which allowed drag and drop without any html. It was my first social network. Of course I am not forgetting Yahoo's chatrooms before it became all pr0n. Yahoo was such a pioneer, what has happened to you Yahoo!? Bits to bits, dots to dots, dashes to dashes, I did shed a tear when recently Geocities moved on to the Great Yonder, even on the internet death happens, dear ones pass away.
What had started with Geocities, AngelFire, Tripod trickle is today at Facebook, Blogger and Twitter torrent. These days, Live Journal doesn't even make the cut. But it is Facebook that really scares me. It is the reason I felt the need to break the blogging break. I need some answers, perhaps some of you might be able to provide those.
Now straight to my question, how does friends suggest on Facebook work? It creeps me out just knowing what it knows about me.
My history with Facebook is a long(by current social networking site standards) and an empty one. I got a FB account in '05 when it opened its doors to commoners. Since none of the people I knew were around in FB back then, I encrypted (a better word for forgot) the password in my mind and lost it, joined Orkut which was flush with homies.
Fast forward four years, the junta is moving on to FB, so I decided to unlock my Facebook account, to see what the buzz is all about. FB sends the forgotten password to my email account and I am in. The first thing that's on my face at Facebook is the Friends Suggestions. How does it know the people I know?
Let me give you the details. The email account I used for creating the FB id is not a personal one, but the one I use for buying, selling on Ebay, Craigslist and the like. There are no personal friends on its contact list. I have no friends on my Friends list at FB. I had not filled my employment, education or location details while creating the account and I do not use my real name as the user name. In short I was anonymous as I could be or I thought so, still out of the 10 or so people FB suggested, three were people I know. It is almost sure that Facebook snoops into your inbox, but does it spider out its search to every other inbox in touch with the first one?
Facebook with its enormous volume of personal information(for starters, you told FB 25 random things about yourself) might hold us all for ransom if it feels like it. Ha, how I love issuing portending prophecies. We have already seen certain chinks in FB's character armor in Feb 09. No wonder Google feels threatened, Facebook is comfortably riding on its blind spot – holding data which Googlebots have no access to.
Personally I feel it is the right time to be a Digital Rebel, to stay away from the web mayhem unleashed by Facebook, Twitter, Digg and other similar internet pandemics. (How to become one could be the next post, stay tuned :P) Meanwhile if you know the answer to today ultimate question posted in bold red font, please leave a comment.
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| My Experiments with Paranormal and their Truth |
[17 Jun 2009|03:23pm] |
If you are offered a choice between a free course in Paranormal Studies or a free course in Evolutionary Studies, each with hands-on projects, which one will you pick? I'll go for the Paranormal (Normal with a prefix usually offers some scope of excitement.) I am guessing most women/girls will do the same. Women being the natural adventurers they are wouldn't want to waste time on a dud subject like Evolution which has been done to dust already. I could be wrong, there might be women out there looking for that extra shot of adrenaline before they take on Intelligent Designers and a course in Evolutionary biology might be just what they need.
Men on the other hand, when offered the same choice, I am pretty sure, would like to steer clear of the Paranormal BS(as they'd call it.) They are simply not wired to yield to the paranormal, the extra-sensory, the sixth sense, the fourth dimension and the like, that easily. For men it is like asking directions. They cannot get over the crushing fear hard-coded into their Y chromosome that someone might get it right and it might not be them. Nor can they really commit to the idea that they are indeed interested in "unexplained mystical" phenomena as Miss Cleo or Moon landing. Imagine what a beating their male egos would take if the mystics/occultists turned out to be right? Finally there is no bigger shame for a man than being caught red-handed by their Beer Brotherhood while coming out of a seance-joint frequented by female imbeciles.
But if you ask me, I believe most people are closet meta-physicists because the mysteries of death and the great beyond have not given into physics as easily as thunder and lightning had. It begs for the 'meta' add-on. It's hard to resist the temptation to explore the unknown if an opportunity presents itself - like Jimmy Neutron offering you a ride in his space-ship or your neighbor conducting an exorcism right in the line of sight of your telescope. If someone tries to open the doors of the unknown when they are at their vulnerable and exploratory best, you should cut them some slack, especially if they are teenagers, which leads me to my story.
( Read on Part 1 )
( Part 2 )
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| A Blog Burnout : Exclusive Live Coverage |
[11 Dec 2008|08:08am] |
Burnout: Physical or emotional exhaustion, especially as a result of long-term stress or dissipation.
Blogs remind me of pets. Some blogs are cats, some are dogs, some are gold fish and some are hamsters. In my mind they are different in almost every way except a few. One, we keep them for companionship. Two, they have a much shorter life span compared to us, humans. Three, you have to feed and nurture them, otherwise they kick the bucket sooner than expected.
A healthy human being might go through a series of pets in her/his life if s/he choose to have them. They die too early for our liking. Same seems to be happening to blogs, the few I’ve known. Mine is awaiting a messiah who specializes in reincarnation and other related digital tricks.
Some of the oldest ‘friended’ journals are still going slow and steady like pet turtles, but that’s pretty much about it. I can feel the old order dying amidst terse tweeting from remote corners.( 12:10pm: I pooped 2:10pm: Chillin' at work ....) There are journals who immigrated to greener pastures, taking permanent citizenship in places where they press word and look pretty. Out of sight, out of mind.
Then there is commenting - the holy activity that ensures a steady stream of the faithful. It has undergone drastic cut-backs. Don’t be fooled by the fuel prices, this is a real energy crisis. I can’t bring myself to tap a few well-meaning lines to fellow journalists(?). A shame, when you consider I do this tapping for a living. But then again a strong anti-social 'charisma' has always been the selling point of this LJ :P
 There is no dearth of topics to write on, only an obstinate exhaustion that has come to pervade my days. But one thing is sure everyone loves to witness a burn-out, like the girl in the picture. You might have read thru' this whole post thinking that it has something to do with the blonde. Not really. It's just that there are so many gentlemen in my friends list.
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| Denali Panos |
[30 Sep 2008|11:31pm] |
Nature is the best cure for human haughtiness. Every time I step outside into the real wilderness of Alaska I am reminded of my insignificance, which means I should do that more often. If it was a prescription, once a day would be the right amount, just to reset the arrogance clock back to 00:00.
One of the best places to humble yourself infront of the magnificence of nature is Denali National Park - 24,585 sq.kms of pure unspoilt back country. Home to bears, caribou, moose and North America's tallest Peak - Denali or Mt.McKinley, it begs for the widest of wide angle lenses. Otherwise you'll have to bring your 'other' lenses, the ones behind your pupils.
How can I convey to others the wide screen splendor of Denali without a wide angle lens? The answer is, cultivate good friends, the kind who'll let you borrow their tripod on a weekend for no charge. And voila, your lowly kit lens could be used to shoot panoramas that might motivate people to visit Alaska, bolster the State's economy, thereby single-handedly administer CPR to the ailing airline industry, make Chinese banks restart lending to Americans,...haa I believe in the power of dreams(dollar is sinking anyway) and panos.
( Here comes the panos )
( More Panoramas )
This post is sponsored by Photoshop CS3. As far as stitching panoramas goes, CS3 shows a world of improvement over CS2. I was fighting a losing battle with CS2 till I realized that I could get a trial version of CS3(now maybe even CS4), which turned out to be so intelligent that with a little modification it might do laparoscopic surgery by itself.
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| Denali Highway |
[07 Sep 2008|05:00pm] |
Denali Highway is the Route 66 of Alaska. Once the main thoroughfare through the untamed wilderness of Alaska, now virtually abandoned to hunters and wild-game after the new highways replaced it in the early seventies. Currently it is a gravelly pot-holed 135 mile road from Paxson to Cantwell, traveled by a few. It is closed(you can still travel, but at your own risk) from Oct 1 to mid-may.
An 'Alaskan' pond. On the Denali Highway somewhere near Cantwell
This is not the most scenic part of the Denali Highway, it is just one of the numerous lakes/ponds that dot either sides of the highway. It just happened to catch my eye on one of our rest stops on the way. It is a beautiful road, a piece of real Alaska you can experience on four wheels, if you trust your wheels.
(Click here for a detailed mile by mile description of Points of Interest along the Denali highway. Not many guide books cover this road.)
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| Deep Sea Fishing in Alaska |
[21 Jul 2008|10:42pm] |
If you could visit only one place in Alaska I'd suggest Homer in summer. It is not the guide-book or the celluloid Alaska that many are familiar with or expect to see. It is not noted for its In-to-the-Wild hostile tundra that would coldly snuff out McCandlesses. It is too warm for polar bears except those made in China and found in curio shops. It doesn't have enough magnetism to charm some Aurora Borealis(s) it's way. A winsome little fishing town pointing its geographical finger into the waters of Kachemak Bay, the only claim Homer makes is as 'the halibut fishing capital of the world'.
I have been smitten with Homer ever since I visited the first time. Please click here to read an account of the trip we made in 2004, serves as a good Homer primer if you are interested. Last weekend we ticked off one of the must-do-Alaskan things, fishing for Halibut in the high seas. Before you dismiss it as 'Bah, fishing!' let me tell you I am not a fishing enthusiast either. I have fished for salmon before and didn't find much pleasure in donning the waders and communing with a fishing rod for the better part of the day with zero results. Unless there is a salmon run(which is like Kumb Mela or the Carnival in Rio of the salmon kind) there is no guarantee that the rare masochistic salmon will choose your novice rod to impale itself upon. Unlike that, halibut fishing is a highly rewarding experience, it looks like no one returns empty handed from a halibut charter. If you have a heart strong enough to handle a few dead fish and bandwidth to justify your bravado,
Deckhand Tim readying the rod and the hook.
( Meet the keepers Davy Jones' Locker )
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| Muffins, Photo-editing sites, Web Services and so on |
[01 Apr 2008|10:12am] |
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Ten years ago I didn't know such a thing as muffin existed. I had come across a different type of muffin, which was called Ragamuffin on the jacket of an Enid Blyton book. But that was about it.
Then one fine morning, muffin was discovered as a cure to fruits. Fruits, by nature gooey and slimey, could be easily hidden inside folds of butter, flour, sugar and cream and passed off as delectable non-fruits. In a world where fruit flies like a banana and time flies like an arrow the only way to keep fruit flies away and finish off bananas before they darken their faces is to make muffins with them. Fruits during the fag end of stay in my fridge(Day 4 or Day 5) often end up in muffins, like the blueberries in the photo below.
Talking of photos, it's been ages since I explored photobucket or flickr. Was pleasantly surprised to see the presence of lot of editing features. Looks like these sites have released the ordinary user off the grips of copyrighted pricey image-editing software. Fun to play around with(as you can see I went overboard with these two) and if the final destination of your photos is the web, photobucket or flickr now have pretty much all the editing power you need. They say it is all about web services and the advent of Web 3.0?!!
( one more under the cut )
Since everyone is offering some kind of web service as an anti-dote to their other ills, I hope you'd overlook this mish-mash post after taking the Quick n Painless Enneagram test. It's supposedly scarily accurate about yourself, ofcourse you could always use a mirror for the same results. But go ahead, click the link, it is interesting and only two questions lie between you and the revelation!
...from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) dj_bennyb's blog
( my test results )
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| One Night @ The Call Centre |
[13 Mar 2008|08:18am] |
Note: The views and opinions expressed in this page are strictly those of the author. The contents of this page have not been reviewed or approved by the general public. Now read on.
When you are past thirty you have to ‘read books’ to know what is hip. Your fad sensors are past their usefulness or are oriented in a totally wrong direction. That was one of the reasons I picked up Chetan Bhagat’s book One Night @ The Call Centre on my last India trip, more than a year ago.
 Call Center was a hitherto unpredicted socio-economic phenomenon. It escaped the heavily prophetic eye of Indian astrology. Most of the Indian horoscopes made 20-30 years ago failed to mention it as a career possibility, in the same way they ignored computer-programming. Yet thirty years hence more than half of urban India find themselves mysteriously morphed into programmers or call center employees. Call centers became the great levelers – giving the non-professional(-degreed?) youth the same take-home salary and dignity as their professional brethren, not to mention an American alias. Thus in the dead of the night (of Indian kind) when some become werewolves and others Mr.Hydes, Jaydeep Menons become Jake Murphies with questionable Texan accent.
I had crossed over to the forbidden territory (read America) when the first wave of calls reached India and had missed out on the whole hoopla. I left an India where people dragged around cell phones the size of microwave ovens to show they were ultra rich or uber cool. Today if I saw someone in a street corner in Delhi talking to himself, I’d probably rule out insanity and instead put the blame on an embedded micro Bluetooth cochlear implant.
One Night @ the Call Centre was bought as a one-stop shop for all my queries regarding call-centers, youth and pop-culture in the present day India. It starts out promisingly, providing me with the answers I have been looking for in simple English. I almost recommended this book to some of my American friends, till I came across some inflammatory anti-American talk.
You see, anti-American rhetoric is one of the easier ways to stay true to our socialistic roots. The US govt’s foreign policy tactics provides the shot in the arm whenever anti-american lobby looks like they are losing steam (that is another story.)
Who in their right minds have not bitched about their bosses? For the call center kids, their top boss is some guy(s) sitting in an office in Boston or LA running the big company that has transferred its call operations to India. If you are capable of looking at big picture, the boss is the US of A. But this logic is kind of hard to understand when you hear someone else blaming your country (your country = USA.) People take personal offence reading a few lines in a book of fiction, remember Khomeini’s fatwa on Salman Rushdie. My American friends are better of reading the exotic yet non-toxic Indian prose like Jhumpa Lahiri’s. Probably 'One Night...' is not a wise choice for a book recommendation.
The story gets pretty filmy towards the end – with emotions running high and omnipotent invisible beings making their presence felt - the kind favored in churches, mosques and temples. This book is sure to pass the Bollywood test. It has it all, the right mix of guys and girls in an urban setting (lots of foot-stomping songs), high drama, jingoism with power packed patriotic dialogs for instant gallery response (Sunny Deol is too old for the part though unless it is his home production.) In the hands of a good director, it has the no-fail formula for a Bollywood hit. We will have to see what Atul Agnihotri will cook up (The movie has been named Hello). Coming to the theaters near you this March it says.
Review: Easy breezy desi
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| Chocolate: A Behind the Scenes Look |
[14 Feb 2008|03:32pm] |
Scary dreams are no strangers to kids.I too had my share. One particulary scary one was where I hated chocolates and banished all those sweet nothings from my sight. Then I'd wake up and be relieved to find that I still liked Dairy Milk and Five Star. It was beyond my comprehension how our parents could forego chocolates and let us kids gorge the brown goo to our hearts' content. But somewhere during the journey from the brimming cup of childhood to the thin restrained lip of adulthood, the dream became true. There are atleast two tins of molding chocolates in the pantry that I know of (and I don't know much when it comes to my own pantry) so there is probably more.
Two decades ago we were almost at the threshold of inhouse chocolate manufacture. Maybe it was in the seventies or in the eighties, a golden plant purported to give whopping economic returns was unveiled to the small farmer in Kerala. The plant was cocoa, our target was to become the Switzerland of Asia. We had the mountains, the valleys and the cheaper knock(ed)-off watches, the cocoa would take care of the rest and make us all Swiss Misses(and men could become watchmakers if they wanted.)
We didn't hesitate, despite being city dwellers we nursed grand green ambitions of farming in our backyard - the size of a handkerchief. Six or seven cocoa plants accepted our invitation and decided to call our modular(read space constrained) yard their home. They had good growing seasons, were low maintanence and produced fruits which bore no resemblance to chocolate. Althought we didn't know it then, it was a time when the world was in dire need of Our patron saint of searches- Google, whose coming was still more than a decade into the future. Otherwise we could've found this site and learnt the art of turning raw cocoa beans into chocolate slabs from someone living in a desert in Southern California and put an end to all our tribulations.
Elsewhere the real farmers who ventured out in to cocoa farming sacrificing their coconut plantations and tapioca plots were also hit a similar desperation, but on a larger scale. The cocoa fruit had no takers and the market was flooded with supply. For most of the cocoa-convert farmers it took years for a full recovery. Our backyard was enriched with ripened but purposeless cocoa fruits for ages before the plants became trees and succumbed to death due to natural causes, dust to dust.
Today, a day when for a few moments world trades in chocolates and roses, a dedication to one of the plants which makes it all possible(the other one is featured in a songs by Poison, Seal, Bette Midler etc etc - thereby quite famous and has thorns, not wasting my time there.)
cocoa tree
cocoa fruits
(p.s-These are not photos I took, the images might be copyrighted by someone else, if it's yours let me know.)
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| To Hell in A Hand Basket or To Alaska? |
[28 Jan 2008|11:00am] |
The four horse men are taking a time out, they are not going to come and get us, but the Apocalypse is still on schedule. Are you ready for it? What are the essential items you should have in your survival kit? Read the next sentence uttered by the modern prophetess Naomi Klein and check the things you have.
"Me and my friends are going to be fine. We have SUVs, we have generators, we have air- conditioners, we have bottled water and we bought land in Alaska." Five out of five and you should be fine.
A ski resort sells for 90 cents. Boys are disappearing from native communities in the Arctic. Here in Anchorage we had rains in January instead of that fluffy white stuff that used to fall. Same story on the other side of the ocean. Rivers break open in the middle of winter in the high arctic. Yeah yeah yeah, you know all that(pfftt...anecdotal evidence) and you are still voting for Michael Crichton.
Every generation has its treasured doomsday predictions and blames itself for having squandered the earth beyond repair. Are we just one in a long line of generations who have been forecasting our planet's cursed ride to hell in a hand basket? Or is it for real this time?
Forget global warming, take the population. The earth is supposedly 80 years old in human years. An attack of a strain of flu virus which could take a week to clear out for a 20 year old person might prove fatal for an eighty year old(Not my concept heard it from some scientist, forgot his name.) This time the virus under the microscope is us – the humans.
The human population was 978 million in 1800. All that population explosion ever since Adam's incident with the apple or the ape-man evolution (whichever one you prefer) had only been able to produce ~1 billion people by A.D.1800. By 2000, a mere 200 years hence we multiplied almost 6 times to almost 6 billion, thanks to progress(which is not a bad thing, but the population is.) Just between earth's 79th birthday and 80th birthday, the virus count increased by 5 billion. The newer strain is more polluting, venomous and uncontrollable than the previous one. Such high counts are enough to kill anyone in a jiffy. How much longer will this 80 year old earth survive and how long is a jiffy?
While top scientists around the globe race to calculate the length of the jiffy to the nth decimal you can read some inspirational literature. Especially if you want to be one of the privileged few who will ride out in to a brand new sunrise when everyone around you is being mercilessly wiped out, thanks to their own actions. Your inspirational literature of the day is sponsored by the prophetic Naomi Klein(again.)
"We are looking at a system of climate apartheid. The waters are rising. Some people are going to be left to drown - a lot of people. But there will be people who'll be able to drive out, not everyone would die and those people will build their global green zone, where - Alaska? But this isn't a joke. The land in the Alaska is getting more expensive. And I think that is clearly the direction we are going. I'd not say human extinction. But it is going to be a genocidal logic, I suppose the survival of the fittest but more what it is about is, me and my friends are going to be fine, we have SUVs, we have generators, we have ACs,we have bottled water and we bought land in alaska....."
-Naomi Klein
In these times of tumbling real estate and unstable markets the only hope is to drive North to the Future. There is more inspirational literature about the last place on earth(if you want to survive that is) plus an old uplifting photo from my archives. Here goes,
"Alaska, come because of the scenery, stay because you're f#*king lost."
"Alaska, nobody you know lives here."
"Alaska, it's goddamn cold."
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All people who own DSLRs(Canon or Nikon), what is your walk-around lens and/or what is your favorite lens? TIA.
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| Improve Your Presidential Candidates GK |
[24 Dec 2007|11:54am] |
From Associated Press, some of the most important snippets of information about the 2008 Presidential Candidates. Probably this'll be more influential than the Presidential Diabetes, Iowa Couscous or New Hampshire Pilaf.
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ALTERNATE CAREER CHOICE
Clinton: "Continue to work for causes and issues I care about, in a setting like a university or foundation."
Edwards: Mill supervisor.
Obama: Architect.
Richardson: Center field, New York Yankees.
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ALTERNATE CAREER CHOICE
Giuliani: Sports announcer.
Huckabee: Bass guitar player for a touring rock band.
McCain: Foreign service.
Romney: Auto company chief executive.
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FAVORITE FOOD TO COOK
Clinton: "I'm a lousy cook, but I make pretty good soft scrambled eggs."
Edwards: Hamburgers.
Obama: Chili.
Richardson: Diet milkshake.
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FAVORITE FOOD TO COOK
Giuliani: Hamburgers or steak on the grill.
Huckabee: Ribeye steak on the grill.
McCain: Baby-back ribs.
Romney: Hot dog.
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Clinton: "I love crossword puzzles."
Edwards: "Jump shot."
Obama: "I'm a pretty good poker player."
Richardson: "Boxing trivia."
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Giuliani: "Listening."
Huckabee: "Voice impersonations of dozens of celebrities."
McCain: "Barbecue grill chef."
Romney: "Singing."
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RECENT MUSIC PURCHASE
Clinton: Carly Simon's "Into White."
Edwards: U2.
Obama: "The latest music purchase would probably be 'Ray' - the soundtrack from the Ray Charles movie."
Richardson: George Strait, "50 Number Ones
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RECENT MUSIC PURCHASE
Giuliani: Verdi's "Macbeth."
Huckabee: Evanescence, the goth rock group from Little Rock, Ark.
McCain: Likes "Sounds Of Summer - The Very Best Of The Beach Boys."
Romney: "Selection of Roy Orbison songs from iTunes."
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