I've always suspected this...
Subliminal messages hidden in Christian Broadcasts!
I clearly made out "[Something something]... Sam in Missouri...."
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Subliminal messages hidden in Christian Broadcasts!
“We see ourselves as a-biological.”
Herewith, all the T. H. Huxley from The Viking Book of Aphorisms (Auden and Kronenberger, 1962):
Last week we walked through the Jardin des Plantes in Paris, one of the most important botanical gardens in France, but also a nice park full of statues and museums. Back before Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité and all that, it provided therapeutic herbs for the royal household. Later, during the Siege of Paris, the garden's zoo served as a last-ditch food source for the rebels.
In 1864 two eminent scientists sharply criticized the Origin. One was R. A. Kolliker, famous for the clarity of his expositions in microscopies; and the other was M. J. P. Flourens, who, though he had done distinguished work in nerve physiology, rejoiced rather too much in being Perpetual Secretary of the French Academy of Sciences.
Being very busy at the time, Huxley disposed of both men in a single review, crushing Kolliker beneath the weight of his own clear, precise misapprehensions of Darwin, and grinding Flourens between the two millstones of his fatuity and his academic position:
"But the Perpetual Secretary of the French Academy of Sciences deals with Mr. Darwin as the first Napoleon would have treated an 'ideologue'; and while displaying a painful weakness of logic and shallowness of information, assumes a tone of authority, which always touches upon the ludicrous, and sometimes passes the limits of good breeding."
And then after a devastating illustration: "Being devoid of the blessings of an Academy in England, we are unaccustomed to see our ablest men treated in this fashion, even by a 'Perpetual Secretary.'"
Cuvier [he has the fountain at the entrance to the park] was all that a scientist should be; Lamarck, all that he should not be. Lamarck's chemistry was an anachronism, his physiology a museum piece, and his general theory, except for a few inspired ideas, something between poetry and prophecy. Cuvier's chemistry was strictly up to date; his paleontology was at once his own creation and a valid science; his general theory, melodramatic as it seems, was a cautious modification of Aristotle in the light of new facts from the strata of the Seine basin and the Alps. Incidentally, it permitted a vague but comforting compromise with Moses. Cuvier had developed an old-fashioned idea in a modern and skeptical spirit; Lamarck had developed a modern idea in a credulous and old-fashioned spirit.
What discredited Lamarck among scientists was that he explained too much and in too antiquated a manner. His theory of the natureof life itself is a strange mixture of mechanism and vitalism, by which the essential characteristics of all living things are traced analytically to the mere motion of a metaphysical fluid or ethereal fire. What discredited him among the religious was the reckless logic with which he insinuated that man himself was not exempt from the evolutionary past. "I devoured Lamarck en voyage," wrote [Darwin's friend] the youthful Charles Lyell. "His theories delighted me more than any novel I ever read."
The great advertising man David Ogilvy wrote that you should get good professional actors for commercials, people with presence who know how to deliver a line. I'm sure he had in mind (and probably envied) Doyle Dane Bernbach's 30-year relationship with Polaroid.
Mr. Garner was a genuine star but as an actor something of a paradox: a lantern-jawed, brawny athlete whose physical appeal was both enhanced and undercut by a disarming wit... His naturalness led John J. O’Connor, writing in The New York Times, to liken Mr. Garner to Gary Cooper and James Stewart. And like those two actors, Mr. Garner usually got the girl.One of his best performances was as klepto-CEO Ross Johnson in the HBO show Barbarians at the Gate. It's really good, and faithful to the (factual) book. Take the time to watch it in its entirety sometime:
This may not be his masterpiece, but it is at least Othello in the Weird Al canon.
Oh, and Google, that attempted log-on from Munster Germany? No idea. Must have been some other fictional character.
|Warren G. Harding at a Wax Museum|
went off the rails and some into the river in Montana *cough* outsourcing *cough.* To be fair, Kansas to Seattle manufacturing has been going on since the War. HOWEVER...
In the modern age you know your song is breaking if it's on The X-Factor and people are covering it on Youtube. The band Boyce Avenue has made their way in the world through a deft combination of original work, live touring, and well-done acoustic Youtube covers. Here is how Happy sounds when they play it in kind of a rock/blues style:
I have founded, co-founded and funded more than 30 companies across a range of industries—from itsy-bitsy ones like the night club I started in my 20s to giant ones like Amazon.com, for which I was the first nonfamily investor. Then I founded aQuantive, an Internet advertising company that was sold to Microsoft in 2007 for $6.4 billion. In cash. ... I own a very large yacht.
There's no nice way to say this, happiness is dumb. There's a reason we say people are "fat and happy." Dumb. It means they're dumb.
Here come bad news talking this and that, yeah,
Well, give me all you got, and don’t hold it back, yeah,
Well, I should probably warn you I’ll be just fine, yeah,
No offense to you, don’t waste your time
Bring me down, can't nothin'
Bring me down, my level's too high
Bring me down, can't nothin'
Bring me down...
Barefooted and naked of breast, I mingle with the people of the world. My clothes are ragged and dust-laden, and I am ever blissful. I use no magic to extend my life; now, before me, the dead trees become alive.
Tim Lincecum, washed up and consistently disappointing this season, consoled himself with a no-hitter today, the second of his career. With two no-hitters, two Cy Young Awards, and two World Championships, he stands nearly alone in history, accompanied only by some guy Koufax, who pitched for a different team.
C. Mathewson, ret. 1916
Lost in a forest
The Atlantic had a nice article on the video a couple years ago, which is here.
I had a game this spring that I'd play whenever the family went on a drive together. "I'd like to hear that Happy song," I'd announce, and started pressing buttons on the radio, scanning the FM dial. Happy quickly came up perhaps 80% of the time. My children, not sharing my enthusiasm for the song, wished it were otherwise.
From around the age of six, I had the habit of sketching from life. I became an artist, and from fifty on began producing works that won some reputation, but nothing I did before the age of seventy was worthy of attention. At seventy-three, I began to grasp the structures of birds and beasts, insects and fish, and of the way plants grow. If I go on trying, I will surely understand them still better by the time I am eighty-six, so that by ninety I will have penetrated to their essential nature. At one hundred, I may well have a positively divine understanding of them, while at one hundred and thirty, forty, or more I will have reached the stage where every dot and every stroke I paint will be alive. May Heaven, that grants long life, give me the chance to prove that this is no lie.
In a world of snark, no one can snark with TPM. This is their snarkiest hour.
After reading it for half a decade, I noticed Cracked really likes the construction "[verb] the shit out of" as in...
All around the world people had been doing it. From Bucharest to Bahrain to Beijing, people made "happy in..." videos, dancing in their local communities to Pharrell Williams' song, catching its infectious spirit and expressing a little bit of individualism, good humor, and even, in extreme cases, apparent existential joy.
The women did not cover their heads with the required hijab. At times, the men and women danced together, which is forbidden and punishable under the law... [T]he police found it offensive. Iran state media called it "vulgar."For one tyrant, at least, this inoffensive pop ditty expresses something deeply wrong with the world.
Last American combat troops leave Iraq. I think President George W. Bush deserves some credit for victory.— John McCain (@SenJohnMcCain) August 19, 2010
A Facebook attack module is reportedly in the works.
From Eztra Klein at Vox:
The Republican Party has a serious data problem. in 2012, Mitt Romney's internal polls were garbage. This year, Eric Cantor's internal polls showed him up by more than 30 points. Something is deeply wrong with the GOP's campaign infrastructure if the party's presidential nominee and the party's House majority leader can't rely on their pollsters.It's almost as if the senior people in the Republican Party feel reality is whatever they want it to be, and their subordinates, eager to please them, give them only facts and data that fit their thesis.
[Rove] said that guys like me were "in what we call the reality-based community," which he defined as people who "believe that solutions emerge from your judicious study of discernible reality." ... "That's not the way the world really works anymore," he continued. "We're an empire now, and when we act, we create our own reality. And while you're studying that reality—judiciously, as you will—we'll act again, creating other new realities, which you can study too, and that's how things will sort out. We're history's actors...and you, all of you, will be left to just study what we do."Despite the fact that it is directly contrary to the great tradition of American pragmatism - the crucial idea that "we must look to the upshot of our concepts in order rightly to apprehend them" - despite the grief and the embarrassments it has brought them, the Republican leadership can't quit this world view.
Carroll told the Los Angeles Times he would not have left the Trojans in January 2010, if he knew what penalties the NCAA was going to impose after it determined Reggie Bush and his family received money and other benefits from sports marketers.
Watterson drive-by. First new panels in almost 20 years.
It became common for British businessmen and bankers to pose for portraits smiling and with their account books open on their desks. These portraits were a sign of confidence in modern techniques of accounting. The Baring Brothers —whose bank was founded in 1762 and folded only in 1995 because of the famed rogue trader Nick Leeson, who was also his branch’s auditor— were painted by Sir Thomas Lawrence poring over their main ledger like conquering explorers with their fingers on a map.