by paganvamp82 (anti_nazi_anarchy@hotmail.com) at January 08, 2009 11:51 AM +0000
by paganvamp82 (anti_nazi_anarchy@hotmail.com) at January 08, 2009 11:51 AM +0000

On May 13, 1872, the barque St. Olaf was sailing from Newport to Galveston when a crewman called out that "he saw something rising out of the water like a tall man":
On a nearer approach we saw that it was an immense serpent, with its head out of the water, about 200 feet from the vessel. He lay still on the surface of the water, lifting his head up and moving the body in a serpentine manner. We could not see all of it, but what we could see from the after-part to the head was about 70 feet long, and of the same thickness all the way, excepting about the head and neck, which were smaller, and the former flat like the head of a serpent. It had four fins on its back, and the body of a yellow, greenish colour, with brown spots all over the upper part, and underneath white.
The weather was calm, the sea smooth. "The whole crew were looking at it for fully ten minutes before it moved away," Captain A. Hassel reported later. "It was about 6 feet in diameter."
Stations that FCC are installing Oyster readers on are
Zone Two
Loughborough Junction
Zone Three
Cricklewood, Hendon*
Harringay, Hornsey, Alexandra Palace, Bowes Park*
Tooting, Haydons Road, Wimbledon Chase
(* Zones 3/4 boundary stations)
Zone Four
Mill Hill Broadway
New Southgate, Oakleigh Park, Palmers Green, Winchmore Hill
South Merton, Morden South, St, Helier, Sutton Common
Zone Five
New Barnet, Grange Park, Enfield Chase, Gordon Hill
West Sutton
Zone Six
Elstree & Borehamwood
Hadley Wood, Crews Hill
Other station served by FCC in the travelcard zones (1-6) where Pyster PAYG doesn't work include
by John Bull (noreply@blogger.com) at January 08, 2009 11:04 AM +0000
When I woke up this morning, among the first things I saw was Warren Ellis's missive on Soviet Nuclear Lighthouse Dead Zones. It is a beautiful thing. Today it is my happy place. Allow me to explain.
The great northern coast of Russia is inside the Arctic Circle, and the shoreline is hundreds of miles from civilisation almost the whole way along. Lighthouses were required for the coast, because it's a handy passage but it spends a hundred days of the year in near-permanent night. The problems were that they'd be miles from anywhere, and couldn't realistically be supplied or crewed.So the Russians erected autonomous nuclear-powered lighthouses. Which worked great, until the collapse of the Soviet Union. In fact, they probably would have been fine after that, if people hadn't looted them for copper and anything else that looked like it wasn't nailed down too hard. Including, apparently, reactor shielding. So many of these great polar nuclear lighthouses are now radioactive deadzones.
This concept brought me so much joy, for an hour after reading this, I was in a multi-hour meeting with my lawyer and my lobbyist, and every time someone said something... horrible... I went to my happy place: Soviet Nuclear Lighthouse Dead Zones. For example: "You're completely fucked!", they might say. "Mmmmm... Soviet Nuclear Lighthouse Dead Zones," I might think. "That's so wonderfully grim-meathooky! Wow! Oh wait, what were you saying?"
It got me through the day. Thanks, Warren.
Me: “Hello there, how may I help you?”
Customer: “I would like a refund on this item, please.”
Me: “Ok, no problem sir.”
(I start filling out a refund sheet.)
Customer: “Oh! I see that you’re left handed!”
Me: “Yep!”
Customer: “I pity you….”
Me: “Um…and why should I be pitied, exactly?”
Customer: “How long did your parents live?”
Me: “Er…both of my parents are very much alive, sir.”
Customer: “Oh? What about your grandparents?”
Me: “I saw them a few days ago. They’re alive too, and in great
health.”
Customer: “How old are they?”
Me: *telling him their ages* “They’re in great shape.”
Customer: “Then you will die at the age of 70!”
Me: “Here’s your refund, sir….”
Customer: “I wish it weren’t so…good luck to you.”
Me: “Ok…”
Customer: “Do you have a copy of **** in stock?”
Me: “Yes, we do. Would you like me to put it on hold for you?”
Customer: “Yes. Also, I was emailed a coupon that I’d like to use to buy that book, but my printer is broken. Is there anything you can do?”
Me: “Sure, just write down the coupon code and the amount you’ll be saving. As long as we can verify these two things in the system, our computers will allow the discount.”
Customer: “Should I draw the bar code for you?”
Me: “I’m sorry? Come again?”
Customer: “Would it help if I drew the bar code?”
Me: “No…the coupon code will do just fine.”
Customer: “Thanks!”
Customer: “Your pumps are a lot slower than they used to be. It never used to take this long to pump $20 of gas.”
Me: “The pump speed hasn’t decreased; it just takes longer to get to $20 now that the price of gas is half what it used to be.”
Customer: “Well, I wish it would go up again so I could fill up faster.”


by Annie Mole (noreply@blogger.com) at January 08, 2009 08:46 AM +0000
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by Neil (noreply@blogger.com) at January 08, 2009 07:36 AM +0000
![]() Link Scroll down for today's pictures & links. Swimming Bald Eagle Alternatively called "Quitting is not an option", this video shows the "swimming" bald eagle fighting to get a huge fish out of the water. This video has a happy ending (let's hope the same can be said about US economy one day) url Today's pictures & links: Dark Roasted Blend in the 2008 Weblog Awards! Please vote for us :) We are excited to see that Dark Roasted Blend has been named a finalist in the "Major Blog" category of the 2008 Weblog Awards. If you have a moment, please cast your vote at http://2008.weblogawards.org/polls/best-major-blog/ ![]() You can vote several times, too - once every 24 hours, if you feel like it. Polls close Tuesday January 13, 2009 at 10:00 p.m. GMT. ![]() Thank you for being wonderful readers and great supporters of DRB in 2008! Lots of irresistible awesomeness is coming to DRB pretty soon, stay tuned. ![]() (cartoon by Dave Walker) Oh, and among other things - "This site is being hosted entirely with recycled electrons." ------------ Have a Great 1909! Selected postcards from 100 years ago: ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() (images via) ------------ Inner Space Panoramas "Nano"-landscapes by Michael Oliveri: using Scanning Electron Microscope imaging, he deliberately blurred some areas for scale and perspective, ending up with familiar landscapes of (microscopic) valleys and fields: ![]() ![]() (image credit: Michael Oliveri) See all of them here. ------------ Reflected Glamor Luc Viatour has updated his gallery... Colorful and very inspiring. ![]() (image credit: Luc Viatour) ------------ Cold and miserable place? Maybe, but also rather haunting and mysterious... This is the Arctic Technology branch of the University Center on Svalbard - GoogleMaps coordinates. ![]() Photo by Evendym ------------ Mixed fresh links for today: Terrifying Clouds in Greenland - [nature] List of Unusual Deaths - [interesting] Incredible Treasure Hunting - [vintage] Cool Circuitry Art with Spare Parts - [art] Architectural Wonders of the Natural World - [nature] Gross: Strangest Foods - [careful...] Top 10 Useless Car Gadgets - [auto] Exciting glimpses into the future of green housing - [design] You're nothing but a fish-dog - [fun video] New extreme way of parking... barrels - [wow video] ------------ Truck cabin by Colani As an interesting addition to our collection of Luigi Colani's streamlined designs (click here), here is a truck cabin - a futuristic jelly bean: ![]() (image credit: L. Benkard) ------------ "Meat Art" by Victoria Reynolds See more appetising? examples in this gallery ![]() (image credit: Victoria Reynolds) ------------ Cute... but strange ![]() ![]() Does it have more than 4 legs? What is it anyway? ------------ Crossword mural on a building in Lvov Here is a pretty neat urban project: find the crossword's questions in various locations around the city, and then come back during the night to check the answers - they are visible when illuminated. ![]() ![]() Somebody suggested even better idea: ![]() (image via) Also read our "Cool Murals and Painted Buildings" article ------------ Never leave home without a puzzle Just use washable markers: ![]() ------------ Ushering in 2009 ...or 4707 according to Chinese calendar (on January 26), or 5770 according to Hebrew calendar (it does not come until September 19) Also lets not forget the Greek (and Russian) Orthodox Christmas tonight, January 7 - lots of occasions to celebrate and lots of numbers to remember. We'll start with a sublime image created by Tim Girvin: ![]() The Sky Tower in Aukland: ![]() (image credit: Felix Wu) Illuminated displays (on the roads!) in Tokyo: ![]() (image via) We like this card from Stephane Halleux (featured in our "Robots in Arts" series) ![]() Hayao Miyazaki' creature joins the festivities: ![]() (original unknown) Here is what Santa does (in between Christmases) - ![]() (image via) ![]() (image credit: Worth1000) READ THE PREVIOUS ISSUE -> Permanent Link... ...+StumbleUpon ...+Facebook |
by Avi Abrams (noreply@blogger.com) at January 08, 2009 07:19 AM +0000
No tags for this post.Initials Engraved on Fingernail
MONOGRAMED fingernails is the latest fashion in fingernail adornment. The initial is put on by an engraving sten-cil filled with warm wax. Different shades of wax are used to match the stone in the finger ring or the dress.
The Old English initial is the popular choice.
No tags for this post.Beware Home-Repair Gyps
By Harry Kursh
ONE Sunday last spring I decided that the outside of my house needed painting and figured the job would cost about $750.1 looked in my New York newspaper and saw a huge display advertisement hailing a new “paint” discovery.
I immediately filled out the coupon asking a representative from the company to call for an estimate and in less than 48 hours a salesman pulled up to my front door in a slick new car. He was immaculately dressed and carried a bulging briefcase.
He explained in glowing terms the details of the “incredible mastic paint” which, he said, contained asbestos fibers and mica flakes which would be “air blasted” onto my house.“It won’t warp or peel,” he said. “It will protect your house permanently against fire, water damage, drafts, moisture, termites and eliminate the need for painting for at least ten years.”
“How about an estimate?” I asked.
“It’ll cost you about $1,500,” he said.
I whistled in surprise.
“Look,” he said, “If you’re really serious about this I can bring the price down one-third. My boss is anxious to get in this area. You have a nice house. Just let us use it as a model to snow future prospects.”
“That sounds fine,” I nodded, as he shoved a stack of papers under my nose. “But wait a minute. I can’t sign that fast. I’d like to see a house done with mastic paint.”
“Oh, the only houses we’ve done thus far are on the West coast,” he shrugged. “We’re just breaking into the East and you’re one of our first contacts.”
“Well, I’ll think about it and let you know,” I told him. I wanted time to check his company with the Better Business Bureau.
A week later I got a letter from the New York Better Business Bureau warning me that if I signed to have my house mastic-painted I’d better get a lawyer and face the fact that I had gotten the short end of an outrageous swindle by a fly-by-night outfit whose guarantee was worthless. Later, I also learned that there was nothing new or amazing about mastic paint. It had been used for years but largely by industry to cover concrete block and brick walls I and has to be carefully applied after \ costly preparation. When applied to ‘ wood siding, like my home and most other homes, it would begin to flake and powder in the first rain and actually cause the wood to deteriorate rapidly.
I reported the results of my investigation to the New York newspaper and the gyp company’s ads were barred from their columns. Unfortunately, however, countless thousands of home owners are still being rooked by the same mastic paint racket and thousands more by dozens of variations of home repair gyps.
“There’s hardly a product or a service offered the home-owner today,” says the Wall Street Journal in a recent home-repair business survey, “that some shady operator somewhere hasn’t taken up. Almost any repair job, from $50 to $5,-000, may attract a repair gyp.”
Says Victor H. Nyborg, president of the Association of Better Business Bureaus: “Americans this year are spending an unprecedented amount on home improvement and the gyps are getting their share of it.” According to Mr. Nyborg, before the year is out phonies knocking on your door will rake in some $500,000,000. And this is only a conservative estimate.
The most rampant racket is the one that almost hooked me—the “model home” angle. If it isn’t “mastic paint,” it is one of a thousand ingenious variations. Consider the one they pulled recently on a New Jersey home-owner. A salesman knocked at the door and announced that he was from a new company in New York.
“We’d like to do business in this area with a new aluminum siding,” said the salesman. “And we’ve selected your house as a model. We’ll give you a whole new siding job free if you’ll let us take pictures of your house and use it for advertising purposes.”
Free! Who can resist such a deal? This home-owner signed up promptly and got his job done just as promptly— plus a bill for $1,960! He!s now paying off that note at the rate of $67.93 a month because what he didn’t know when the salesman shoved a batch of papers under his nose to sign was that one of them was a bank loan authorizing the new siding job.
Another angle to the “model home” trap turned up a few months ago in Memphis, Tenn. A gyp outfit there convinced dozens of home-owners in a single community that their homes had been carefully selected for a package “model” deal.
It included the installation—at cost—of a combination garbage disposal-dishwasher unit and a free supply of soap for three years. The bargain price? Just $230. Few could resist. After the gyp outfit “went out of business,” the bargain package turned out to be valued at under $100.
Right now law enforcement officers and Better Business Bureaus from coast-to-coast are desperately trying to alert all Americans—home-owners as well as city folk in apartment houses—against the ravages of the “switch” game. In this neat little art the technique is simple: advertise an irresistible bargain and then when the sucker is ready to buy, switch! Get him to buy something more expensive. The switch artist uses everything from outright lies to persuasive appeals to vanity. He invariably operates early in the working day when he can be reasonably sure the woman of the house is alone. The product advertised —called the “bait”—is usually a genuine bargain but, as they say in the racket, “It’s nailed to the floor.”
If you’re smart enough to spot a “bait” advertisement you can forestall a switch by insisting on the original bargain, although you may have to fight like hell to get it. In most cases if you persist in wanting the bargain the salesman will curtly announce that it will be delivered to you. But that’s the last you’ll hear of it or of him.
One of the biggest baits today is the lure of astonishing bargains in storm doors and windows. It’s not unusual for a switch outfit to offer storm windows at $7.77 each plus a free storm door and free installation. But when the salesman calls the line might go something like this: “Shucks, mister, we didn’t know you had such a nice home. These windows are all right for the price but they really belong in a much cheaper home. Of course, if you insist on having these I feel it’s only fair to tell you that you’ll have to brush them up once a week with steel wool to keep them from getting rusty and losing their shine.” Before the salesman’s through he’s got the sucker convinced that storm windows costing three times as much are just as good a “bargain.” They rarely, if ever, are.
A growing menace in the use of repair services is the gyp who poses as a phony inspector. Take, for instance, the phony who walked in on a Providence, R. I., housewife and said he was from the home heating and fuel “Safety Department.” He meant from his own company but he made it sound official. The innocent housewife let him “check” the condition of her furnace and in a little while the “inspector” was up from the basement with a look of distress on his face.
“Madam, it’s a lucky thing I came around when I did. The furnace of yours is in dangerous condition. Could have blown up any minute.”
“What shall I do?” the shocked housewife asked.
“You’ll have to shut it down. And I warn you not to start it up again.”
Luckily, the inspector knew a repairman who would come over immediately in an emergency. In a few minutes the repairman—actually a confederate from his here-today-gone-tomorrow outfit—was at the house with a pickup truck full of tools and spare parts. Before the hour was up the housewife had signed on the dotted line for nearly $250 worth of repairs and new parts.
Special targets for the gyp kings are home-owners who have, or had, FHA-insured loans for home repairs and improvements. The fakers come around as FHA inspectors, saying they merely want to check up on the condition of your property. They spring the gag that if you’ve had FHA assistance you’re obligated to keep your home in good condition. Naturally, they always find something wrong and they always know the right man who could fix things up in a hurry at a bargain price. The FHA constantly warns that it has no such inspectors but that doesn’t faze the gyps who rake in fast profits from one town after another.
In Kerrville and Corpus Christi, Texas, scores of home-owners got stung by a couple of sharpies who “inspected” their homes for termite and insect infestation and succeeded in selling them worthless exterminating chemicals.
Of course, not every bargain is bait for the switch gyp. Most merchants are reputable. Most repair contractors and servicemen are honest. But if this causes you to let your guard down, you’re playing with fire.
What can you do to protect yourself? First, make sure you alert the women of your household. Then follow this advice I have compiled from such sources as the FTC, the FHA and Better Business Bureaus: 1. Never deal with an individual or firm whose reputation is not known to you.
2. Never sign a contract, sales slip, or certification of “satisfactory completion” of a job without reading what you sign, especially the fine print.
3. Remember that an FHA-insured loan for home improvement or repairs is no guarantee or protection.
4. Never deal with a salesman who tries to talk you out of an advertised bargain.
5. If the merits of a product sound too good to believe, check up before you buy.
6. Beware offers from pitchmen who want to use your home as a “model.”
7. Unless you are sure of the outfit you’re dealing with, always get more than one estimate on a home-repair job.
8. Don’t be won over by long-term guarantees.
9. If anyone comes posing as an inspector of any kind, ask for absolute identification.
Stick to these rules and chances are the gyp artists will have to ring someone else’s doorbell. If you have any doubt at all about the caller at your door, you can’t lose by saying, “No, thanks!” •
No tags for this post.Tracks That Violence Leaves
Are Americans becoming addicted to violence? And if so, does the violence that can be seen daily on television, for instance, contribute to the addiction? Dr. Victor Bailey Cline, a University of Utah clinical psychologist, has started a series of experiments which seem to him to point to a definite affirmative conclusion. In a one-seat theater in his Salt Lake City laboratory, Dr. Cline, left, and an associate, Dr. John Atzet, show motion pictures of kinds and degrees of violence to subjects hung with sensors that produce a physiograph (left) of their responses to what is appearing on the screen. Stylus tracings record, from top, respiration, skin moisture and two channels of heartbeat rate. Dr. Cline says that children who have watched television the most show the least response to episodes of violence. From this he has drawn some preliminary conclusions: we are creating violence addicts; the acts of violence the average child sees every 14 minutes in the 15 to 20 hours of TV he watches every week have already desensitized many of them. Beyond that, Dr. Cline believes these acts may become models which children will later imitate in real life. “I am convinced,” he says in this connection, “that any U.S. soldiers who shot down Vietnamese women and children at Mylai had been desensitized.”
Taking the test, Chris Cline, 9, one of Dr. Cline’s eight children, showed interest but little emotional response while watching a skiing short, greater reaction to a chase scene from W. C. Fields’s The Bank Dick, most of all to a brutal prizefight scene in which Kirk Douglas is battered in The Champion. Dr. Cline, who has a hard time finding non-TV-watching children for the control group he needs for his ongoing study, says that children should be limited in their TV watching (his are restricted to one hour a week) and that “General” movie ratings should be withheld for too much violence, not just for pornography.
No tags for this post.Car Body From Airplane Fuselage
AN AIRPLANE fuselage constitutes the body of the completely streamlined car shown below. The power plant and rear wheel of a motorcycle, a Ford front axle assembly, and three “doughnut” tires complete the make-up of the cigar-shaped car. it has a 130-inch wheelbase, will go 50 miles an hour, and goes from 45 to 50 miles on a gallon of gasoline. Efficient streamlining of this car reduces wind resistance to a minimum.
Tags: alternative energyWhy Don’t We Have… SUN POWER
Old Sol has more energy than all the atom bombs in the world lumped together. And it’s free … if we can find a way to harness it.
By Frank Tinsley
EVER since James Watt built the first steam engine, inventors have been trying to harness the sun’s heat to stoke their boilers because the sun is the mightiest heat source known to man. Every hour, it floods the earth with a deluge of thermal energy equal to 21 billion tons of coal. Every day, the sun pours more potential power upon our land areas than all mankind’s muscle, fuel and working waterfalls have generated since the beginning of time.
The enormous output of solar energy is almost impossible to conceive. The sun is a monster atomic-fusion furnace, some 109 times the diameter of the earth, with a central temperature of 20 million degrees centigrade. It operates like a continuous, slow-burning hydrogen bomb generating half a million billion billion horsepower per second. As the sun is a sphere, this power radiates in all directions. Most of it flows out through interstellar space with only about half a billionth part of the total being intercepted by the earth. Of this tiny fraction, 50 per cent is reflected back into space by our atmosphere. The rest, partly reflected, partly absorbed by the earth’s surface and plant life, is potent enough to maintain our globe at a livable temperature. If this segment of solar energy seems small, it is only by comparison for it has been estimated that if all our remaining fuel—coal, oil, wood, natural gas, etc., plus the entire supply of fissionable uranium— were set ablaze in one gigantic bonfire, it could match the intensity of the earth’s solar ration for less than three days!
Modern experiments to harness this power have been many. The Russians claim to have generated steam at 875° Fahrenheit with rolled glass mirrors set in concrete. Later they reported building huge solar reflectors of cheap glass with plywood backing. These are said to have developed pressures of 30 pounds per square inch at 365°. They were designed for use in central Asia where the periods of brightest sunlight coincided with those of greatest power demand, In practice, they are reputed to have proven the practicability of generating steam on an industrial scale at any season of the year.
In the village of Mont Louis in the French Pyrenees, Felix Trombe, a solar engine designer, has harnessed the sun’s energy in the form of pure, directed heat which can melt or vaporize substances without contaminating them with chemical alloys or impurities. Trombe picks up the rays with a great, 40-foot square, flat mirror which turns automatically to face the sun. The rays are reflected into an equally large, parabolic mirror which acts as a gigantic burning glass, concentrating the heat into a focal spot which has reached temperatures as high as 4,500° Fahrenheit!
By far the biggest authenticated contraption of its kind, the Mont Louis reflector can melt 130 pounds of iron an hour and has actually burned holes in aluminum oxide—the fire resistant material used to line electric furnaces! In addition to important experimental work, Trombe’s pure solar plant will manufacture hard-to-heat ceramics out of zirconium, thorium and aluminum oxides. These will be used to coat mechanical parts subjected to intense heats, such as jet engine turbine blades, etc.
In America, Dr. Charles G. Abbot of the Smithsonian Institution, has long been the principal exponent of solar power plants. These have been of various types. Initial experiments were conducted with single and multiple mirrors of rectangular shape, curved like sections of a cylinder to concentrate the sun’s rays along the length of a tubular boiler.. Later, parabolic mirrors were tested and showed twice the heat gathering efficiency of the early types. Computations and small scale working models indicate that 20 to 25 per cent of the solar energy intercepted can be transformed into mechanical power. At this rate, 750 square miles of our southwestern desert could furnish all the electric power now required for heat, light, transportation and industrial purposes in the United States!
Abbot’s latest model incorporates a flash boiler in which water can be converted into steam within a few seconds. The parabolic mirror is mounted in gimbals so that it can turn and tilt to follow any course of the sun. Its movements are controlled by a clockwork of the type long perfected by astronomers. It automatically compensates for changes in the sun’s path over the hours, days and seasons. The mirror is assembled of concave sections of duralumin, coated with a high reflection material such as rhodium. It is mounted on trunnions and balanced with counter-weights so that very little power is required to tilt it.
The heat collection system consists of a pair of vacuum insulated, concentric tubes ending in a small, globular collector located above the center of the mirror at its focal point. A highly efficient, heat absorbing liquid such as one of the chlorinated dyphenols, is gravity circulated through the tubes. It loads up with concentrated solar heat at the collector end and carries it through the tubes to a heat exchanger mounted in the supporting structure. Here the heat is transmitted to water, changing it into steam. This is piped to a turbine which drives an electric generator. Thus, the suns rays are converted from direct heat to mechanical power and finally into electric current.
The main problem involved is the old bugbear of mirror cost. Dr. Abbot has whittled this down somewhat by building up his 50-foot paraboloid of comparatively small segments. These, to be absolutely true and uniform, must be turned out on a mammoth press using large, expensive dies. Then the mirror must be assembled on a carefully fabricated frame requiring special jigs to. accurately maintain its curvatures.
As thousands of such sun plants are contemplated, assembly line production will cut costs somewhat. Nevertheless the expense of mirror manufacture and transportation will be great, bringing the total plant investment to an uncomfortably high figure.
It occurs to me that the new Fiberglas techniques may hold an answer to this expense problem. Products with compound curvatures such as car bodies and boat hulls up to 40-odd feet in length have been cold moulded by this process. The resulting shells are light, rigid, strong as steel and impervious to weather. The moulds, also of Fiberglas, are easily produced from a plaster model. The whole production set-up can be moved from one desert building site to another,’ turning out enough mirrors for a battery of sun plants at each stand. Transportation troubles would thus be minimized.
The one-piece mirror shells, taken off an inverted male mould, would be extremely thin in section for maximum lightness. They would be reinforced on the under side by a network of moulded-on stiffeners of the same material. The resulting parabolic “dish” would combine featherweight with great strength and rigidity. The concave inside surface, sprayed with a suitable reflecting coat, would function as well as any glass or metal mirror. Such a design could well lick the present mirror headache.
The ideal solar power plant would consist of a battery of Abbot units set in a ring around a low, circular butte. Such plants could be spotted in sections of our 150,000 square mile desert area, most convenient for power transmission. They could serve industrial and agricultural communities all the way from Texas to California, complementing wind and water power plants further north. The individual plant would be almost self supporting. The center of the butte could be excavated for a reservoir, water to be piped in or pumped from drilled wells. Around this elevated pond are the necessary buildings— a bungalow for the resident engineer, storage sheds and a powerhouse for collecting and transmitting the current—all surrounded by trees and gardens.
This type of plant is extremely cheap to run. Almost automatic in operation, it requires but a single resident engineer for inspection and adjustment. Any large repairs would be handled by a central maintenance crew equipped to service a number of contiguous plants. In emergencies it could use the helicopters normally used for power line inspection. Professor H. C. Hottel of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology estimates that as much as 440,000 horsepower hours per acre can be produced in a year by such desert sun plants.
The American public has been largely oversold on the possibilities of atomic power generation. As the technical difficulties and radiation dangers of nuclear power plants gradually come to light, even the experts are beginning to cool off. Solar power on the other hand presents no such headaches. Its development problems are comparatively simple and its costs but a fraction of the tremendous atomic outlays. Moreover, the world’s supply of usable uranium is definitely limited. Sunlight, however, will last as long as our solar system. It will still be with us long after our last uranium has fissed.
As former Secretary of the Interior, Julius A. Krug remarked, “Congress would do well to appropriate a few hundred million dollars to find new sources of energy.” High on the list he placed the development of power by solar heat.
Every now and then there’s a comic that makes me really happy, but I’m not sure if anybody else will find it amusing at all.
Just sayin’.
by Adam Koford (noreply@blogger.com) at January 08, 2009 04:11 AM +0000
Oh yeah, a toy that teaches you how to utilize 'The Force'. You know, from Star Wars.
The Force Trainer (expected to be priced at $90 to $100) comes with a headset that uses brain waves to allow players to manipulate a sphere within a clear 10-inch-tall training tower, analogous to Yoda and Luke Skywalker's abilities in the Star Wars films.First of all, being able to manipulate a ping pong ball IS IN NOT WAY analogous to Yoda and Luke Skywalker's abilities -- those dudes could throw fucking spaceships around.
A state of deep concentration is needed to achieve a Force-full effect. "When you concentrate, it activates the training remote," says Frank Adler of toymaker Uncle Milton Industries, which is creating the Trainer. "There is a flow of air that will move the (ball). You can actually feel like you are in a zone."Deep concentration....in a zone....hmmm, that sounds familiar -- of course, Skee-ball! Toy trains 'Star Wars' fans to use The Force [usatoday] Thanks to Menchi, who promises to teach me The Force just as soon as she masters it.

by Cosmo7 (noreply@blogger.com) at January 07, 2009 11:22 PM +0000
A six-year old (possibly Lil Derrick) missed the school bus and did what any responsible, education-loving tyke would do -- stole his parents' 2005 Ford Taurus and drive his damn self. It almost brings a tear to my eye. Almost. Super villains don't cry though. I ain't no little bitch!
He made at least two 90-degree turns, passed several cars and ran off the rural two-lane road several times before hitting an embankment and utility pole about a mile and a half from school. The boy told police he learned to drive playing Grand Theft Auto and Monster Truck Jam video games. "He was very intent on getting to school," said Northumberland County Sheriff Chuck Wilkins. "When he got out of the car, he started walking to school. He did not want to miss breakfast and PE."Damn, what a student he must be! I think we've got a future rocket scientist on our hands here. Just kidding, he'll be locked up in no time. 6-year-old takes family car after missing bus [ajc] Thanks to Chris and Kevin, who never stole cars to get to school because those mutherfuckers had jetpacks, yo!

Sorry for the long delay. I will be back this Sunday with the conclusion to Thomas of Cecil. In the mean time here is a watercolor illustration.
Python3.0 rocks: http://tinyurl.com/8xv4mf No decoding nonsense!
<purplekitten> is it legal to kill your husband if he keeps playing 1950s
adverts for tractors at you?
<fuzzie> i'm sure it should be.
<purplekitten> that's good enough for me
<philb> independent PTOs, hydraulics with get up and goby Felbrigg (noreply@blogger.com) at January 07, 2009 09:07 PM +0000
I'm sorry to see that the Bay Area is losing another great bookstore.
Deviantartist sadwonderland went and made a steampunk styled wristwatch. While it doesn't look super steampunky, I still like the style. Hell, I'd wear it if I was a woman. Or, haha, home alone with the door locked and shades pulled tight. I'm not kidding.
This is a fancy steampunk-style wristwatch, fully functioning, with a new battery in it all ready to go! A pair of angelic wings and decorative clock cogs frame the timepiece, and a charm chain hangs below, carrying a cog and a small victorian heart. Perfect for costuming or fancy time-travel parties!I'm digging those wings. And you know what they say -- time flies when you're wearing a steampunk watch! What do you mean they don't say that? Well what do they say? Toy boat ten times fast? Fine! Toy boat, toy boat, toy boat, toy boat, toy boyt, toy boyt, toyboyt, toyboyt, toyboyt, toyboyt! Oh, now everyone in the coffee shop is looking at me funny. Fuck you, people, I'm a blogger damnit! Lestrade Watch [deviantart] Thanks to KXHone, who doesn't need a winged watch for time to fly, just alcohol.
Thanks to everyone who took the time to enter the coloring contest — we had 53 entries, which is a ton for a contest that only ran for seven days, and I’ve now made the acquaintance of many very skilled colorists, which will be a great asset moving forward into new projects.
The final decisions were difficult, but we had to take into consideration thematic concerns, what the strips would look like on paper, and how they would incorporate into the existing page designs. I think we made decisions that will produce the best book as a whole package. The book will also contain five strips colored by Carly Monardo, my collaborator on the Futurism poster.
The contest winners are:
#291, In which Notability is determined: Alyssa Stock
#302; In which the Moon is annoying: Anita Hawkins
#319; In which He is watching: Kory Bingaman (website)
#324; In which Alvin chooses wisely AND #326; In which the Day is seized: Marcus Thiele (website)
#333; In which Everyone had better Shape Up: Mario Martín (website)
(Guys if you have websites you want me to link to, let me know)
Where are their entries? Why, they’ll be printed in Clever Tricks to Stave Off Death, out in May!
“But I wanna see some co-olor,” I hear you saying. Okay! Here are some pretty cool honorable mentions (click for bigger):
#291 by Katherine Wirick (website). Katherine did some nice work in the skin tones, giving the shapes dimension.
#302 by Christina Major. Christina was the only one to color all six comics! In this one she’s explained why, exactly, the Moon is so annoying. This made me laugh out loud. Nicely done, Christina!
#302 by Danielle Gavino. This was a really lovely take on the strip. I commend Danielle for a creative palette choice!
#324 by Shazzbaa (website). Shazzbaa was one of several to use color to make the Walt-Whitman-headed bat slightly more magical. I also like the muted palette.
#333 by Taryn Trousdale (website). Taryn made extensive use of textures in her entries, which is something I do a lot of in my books as well.
These honorable mentions will all receive prizes for their effort! WHAT PRIZES? Who knows!
Thanks so much for your work, everybody. It’s been a real treat to see! Exactly what I’d hoped for has happened: folks have applied their very divergent personal styles to make these strips unique and distinct from one another. The six strips chosen for the book are very different from these as well, and I think you’ll really enjoy seeing them in May!
Finally — these six strips are now colored and done, but I’ll extend an open-ended invitation to anyone and everyone: If you’d like to take a crack at coloring your favorite strip(s) from the archive, just drop me a line and I’ll