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Johnny Bo Jakobsen knows a thing or two. A good follow:
Confounding the calumniators and apostates
Johnny Bo Jakobsen knows a thing or two. A good follow:
I don't know what happened to Aaron Rodgers after week 10. Well, I do know this: he hasn't thrown an interception in six weeks. Basically he woke up one day and started playing like the Space Jam version of himself:
The subject of a typical minor masterpiece by Peter Egan, the Morgan 4/4 is a graceful automotive legend, lightly burnished by Egan's closing paragraphs:
Barb stared out the cafe window and shook her head. "I really wanted that car when we first saw it," she said. "How could such a neglected, worn-out old car look so good, sitting there on the front lawn?""It's a Morgan," I said. "And no one ever throws a Morgan away."
|Beard not included|
Pros - Inexplicably charming, holds its value well
Cons - 'Handmade,' which is code for 'absolutely will break'
The car that it’s always been about, really. Up there in the top ten of reassuring old English clichés, it’s a gloriously impractical, modestly performing jalopy. Lovely.
As fine a British institution as cold showers and a caning, and about as comfortable, the Morgan Plus 4 is an antiquated indulgence that you shouldn’t want but absolutely will the second you step aboard.
Project Naming: Identifying the unidentified
This thing is great.
He went home, picked up his Bible and read from Matthew 25:40: "The King will reply, 'Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.'" The next day, he taught the lesson to all six of his classes — that which you do to the least fortunate, to someone who is hungry or who is hurting, you do to God himself.
Looks like this kid's going to be good.
The animators embarked on nearly two years of intense research, taking field trips to a pool in North Hollywood and studying footage shot during a research trip to Tahiti.
Within the hut the form of the white man, corpulent and pale, was covered with a mosquito-net that was itself illusory like everything else, only more so. Flying squadrons of mosquitoes inside its meshes flickered and darted over him, working hard, but keeping silence so as not to excite him from sleep. Cohorts of yellow ants disputed him against cohorts of purple ants, the two kinds slaying one another in thousands. The battle was undecided when suddenly, with no such warning as it gives in some parts of the world, the sun blazed up over the horizon, turning night into day, and the insects vanished back into their camps.
Police buy cars essentially the same way the average person does. Still, there’s something pretty cool about a decommissioned Crown Victoria Interceptor, let go from the force but still with a few years yet to run on the odometer. What say we head on down to the docks, and stake out that mysterious tramp steamer? Contraband maple syrup? Counterfeit hockey pucks? The Crown Vic’s on the case.
“Do you want to help test out the latest game from Beamdog?,” asks the post. “We’re currently looking for adventurers, warriors, rogues, wizards, druids, clerics, rangers, monks and shamans who are interested in testing of our next game.”
Academy of Art settled SF lawsuit for $60 mm.
Getting a quarterback, as you know, is hard. And when you get one, you have to be a little lucky. Like in Dallas, someone has to slip down there. Like (Derek) Carr has to slip to (the Raiders). Then you get that guy and, doggone it, you can keep him for 10 years. But if you don’t get that guy, it could take you 10 years to find him.
I’ve been thinking a lot about bias – this thing we are supposed to overcome, the root of so much suffering and destruction in our country and world. And I’ve been thinking about it in terms of the classical Yogacara teachings of Vasubandhu and the great Chinese monk Xuanzang, whose “Treatise on the Establishment of Mind Only” (Chengweishilun) is the basis of the Japanese Hosso Sect. I think that these teachings have something really interesting and important to offer to the conversation about bias, and it’s something that resonates across Buddhist schools and teaching lineages. I’d say it gets at the essence of Zen, too.
Lord Sligo’s ch. c. Daxon, by Langar— Cora / A. Pavis.After the usual parading, the whole drew up together, and made a false start— Ludlow, Physician, and Carlton staying behind, and all the others going some distance before they could be pulled up. On re-assembling, a most excellent and beautiful start was effected, the lot going away in a cluster, with Mr. Powlett’s filly leading for about two hundred yards, when Roué took it from her— Carlton, the filly, Physician, Nitocris, Birdcatcher, Richmond, Trustee, Maria, Retainer, Julius, and Fang following alongside in front, and the others well up, at one of the worst Leger paces ever witnessed, and all keeping their ground over the hill to the T. Y. C. post, when Mr. Pavis began to handle the whipcord to Daxon, who was the first that exhibited defeat. The example, however, was soon found to have plenty of imitators; for, before reaching the Red House, Fang, Nitocris, Trustee, Carlton, Roué, and Brother to Maria, fell away from the contest— Mr. Powlett’s mare coming round the corner down to the rails with a very promising and flattering appearance, followed closely by Birdcatcher, Physician, Retainer, and Richmond; Margrave lying two or three lengths in the rear. On reaching the rails Calloway came out with Birdcatcher, went up to the Figaro filly, at the distance defeated her, and looked very much like a winner; but Robinson, who had patiently waited, now crept up on the outside, making his ground by a gradual steady advance. At the stand he caught the Birdcatcher, and left him at the post in the rear by three-quarters of a length, amid the deafening shouts of the lads “wot had put the siller on the back of Muley’s son.” The Figaro filly ran in third, Physician (only beat by the filly a head) fourth, Richmond fifth, Retainer sixth, and David seventh— Ludlow, Fang, Byzantium, and Carlton landing the four last horses of the race.
Sir R. Bulkeley’s b. c. Birdcatcher, by St. Patrick / Calloway.
Mr. Houldsworth’s b. c. David, by Catton / S. Darling.
Mr. Edmundson’s ch. c. Richmond, by Jack Spigot / R. Johnson.
Mr. Powlett’s gr. f. by Figaro / J. Holmes.
Lord Cleveland’s ch. c. Trustee, by Catton / J. Day.
Mr. Ridsdale’s b. c. Brother to Maria, by Whisker / Scott.
Lord Kelburne’s b. c. Retainer, by Jerry / G. Nelson.
Mr. F. Richardson’s b. c. Fang, by Langar / Connolly.
Mr. S. Fox’s br. c. Julius, by Jerry / S. Templeman.
Lord Exeter’s b. c. Byzantium, by Sultan / Arnull.
Mr. Skipsey’s b. c. Physician, by Brutandorf / H. Edwards.
Mr. W. Scott’s b. c. Carlton, by Catton / Garbutt.
Mr. Watt’s b. f. Nitocris, by Whisker / T. Nicholson.
Lord Langford’s b. c. Roué, by Starch / T. Lye.
Mr. Beardsworth’s br. c. Ludlow, by Filho da Puta / Wright.
Mr. Gully’s ch. c. Margrave, by Muley / J. Robinson.
Thurber goes to a Gertrude Stein book signing:
At an autographing, you are supposed to write down on a card your name, or Aunt Lisbeth’s name, or the name of whomever you are buying the book for, and hand the book and the card to the autographer. This speeds things up, because people standing in front of an author and meeting the author’s eyes are likely to get timid and dry-throated and say “Zassfrank Dooselinch” or what sounds like “Zassfrank Dooselinch” to the author. Miss Stein doesn’t like people to be incoherent about names.
She signed two hundred and seventy-five books in all, and her signing time was a little under an hour and a half. She wrote with a big pen, vigorously. We bought one of her books and got in line behind a man named Twifflefinks, Moited Twifflefinks (he hadn’t written his name on a card). That was straightened out after a while—Miss Stein is always gracious and patient. We just handed our book to her, and she glanced at us with her keen, humorous eyes and, seeing that we didn’t have a name, simply put her own name on the flyleaf, and the date.(link)
"What you do affirms the supremacy of all beings," I told Julius as we sat in the offices of the Erving Group, a holding company designed to spread around the wads of capital Julius has accumulated during his career as Dr. J. Large gold-leaf plaques calling Julius things like TASTEE CAKE PLAYER OF THE YEAR dot the walls. "Seeing you play basketball has enriched my life," I finished.
SANTA CLARA - Trent Baalke's hollow 49ers played another hollow game in Jed York's hollow stadium, took a hollow lead and then once again - for the 12th consecutive time - this team shattered into a thousand hollow pieces.
When all the smoke has cleared away and the outrage dissipated, the bottom line will be that Russia set out to influence the U.S. election, and Republicans in Congress decided not to speak out against them, and both their calculations were rewarded.
New research published in the journal Science shows that urban-dwelling killifish who swim in four severely polluted estuaries along the US East Coast have evolved strong resistance to lethal, human-altered environments. Owing to their unique genetic make-up, these fish are now thousands of times more resilient to high levels of pollution than other fish.
During World War II, soldiers received care packages containing comics. The soldiers stationed in Papua New Guinea shared these comics, and the Phantom became extremely popular among the tribes. The Papuan people who could read English would read the stories and share the images with others (by the 1970s they were available in Pidgin, Tok Pisin). The character's image is often painted on ceremonial shields or alongside other tribal art. This is sometimes referred to as "tribal pop art."
"While ancient pathogen research is kind of a booming field right now, most of what's been done is actually bacterial. There's very little viral work," says Ana Duggan, a researcher at McMaster University in Canada, who explains that the original goal of this study was
There is an interesting basketball statistic that has been developed called Box Plus/Minus. According to its creator, the estimable Daniel Myers,
BPM relies on a player's box score information and the team's overall performance to estimate a player's performance relative to league average. BPM is a per-100-possession stat, the same scale as Adjusted Plus/Minus: 0.0 is league average, +5 means the player is 5 points better than an average player over 100 possessions (which is about All-NBA level), -2 is replacement level, and -5 is really bad.
BPM was created to intentionally only use information that is available historically, going back to 1973-74. More recently there has been more information gathered, both in box scores and via play-by-play, but in order to create a stat with historical usefulness, those stats have been ignored for BPM. In other words – it is possible to create a better stat than BPM for measuring players, but difficult to make a better one that can also be used historically.
There are limitations on all box score stats...on defense the box score is quite limited. Blocks, steals, and rebounds, along with minutes and what little information offensive numbers yield about defensive performance are all that is available. Such critical components of defense as positioning, communication, and the other factors that make Kevin Garnett and Tim Duncan elite on defense can't be captured, unfortunately.
What does this mean? Box Plus/Minus is good at measuring offense and solid overall, but the defensive numbers in particular should not be considered definitive. Look at the defensive values as a guide, but don't hesitate to discount them when a player is well known as a good or bad defender.
If we created a stat called “stocks” (just steals plus blocks), Hakeem topped 300-plus stocks with at least 100 blocks/ steals in twelve different seasons (nearly double anyone else), notched 550 in 1990 (the only time anyone’s ever topped 500) and finished with 1,045 combined in ’89 and ’90 (the only time anyone ever topped 1,000 combined in two years). During his peak, Dream caused five turnovers per game along with countless other layups and runners he probably affected from game to game. (Note: I like “stocks” because it gives you an accurate reflection of his athletic ability and the havoc he wreaked on both ends. No modern center was better offensively and defensively than Dream. I should have come up with “stocks” four hundred pages ago. Crap.)There also a footnote. It says:
The complete list since ’74 (2x minimum): Hakeem (12x), Robinson (7x), Ben Wallace (4x), Julius Erving (7x), Kareem (3x), Ewing (3x), Bobby Jones (3x), Jordan (2x), Josh Smith (2x), Andrei Kirilenko (2x), Elvin Hayes (2x), Terry Tyler (2x). MJ is the only guard on the list.Emphasis added.
|Get that weak shit out of here|
Kafka remarked that beyond a certain point a writer might decide to finish his or her novel at any moment, with any sentence; it really was an arbitrary question, like where to cut a piece of string, and in fact both The Castle and America are left unfinished, while The Trial is tidied away with the indecent haste of someone who has decided enough is enough. The Italian novelist Carlo Emilio Gadda was the same; both his major works, That Awful Mess on Via Merulana and Acquainted with Grief, are unfinished and both are considered classics despite the fact that they have complex plots that would seem to require endings which are not there.
Klay Thompson with 57 late in the third quarter...
The 49ers are shit.
As every schoolchild knows, the big turning point in the Great Northern War was the defeat of the Swedes at Poltava in 1709.
|Mistake #1: Attacking a heavily-fortified, numerically superior enemy on their home ground. See also: Kursk, Gettysburg|
|Mistake #2: Thinking you are winning because your eastward river crossings are unopposed|
|Mistake #3: Assuming capturing a city will solve your logistical problems|
|Mistake #4: Attacking a place of no great strategic significance|
|Mistake #5: Forgetting to be ready for winter|
|Mistake #6: Not having an exit strategy|
|Mistake #7: Focusing on geographical objectives, rather than the enemy force.|
Rule 1, on page 1 of the book of war, is: "Do not march on Moscow". Various people have tried it, Napoleon and Hitler, and it is no good.
By my calculations this marks the fifteenth failure of a Russian rocket in 6 years... The current version of the Proton has been around since 2001, and it's often associated with the word "workhorse." Soyuz dates back to the dawn of the space age, when an ancestor of the stalwart launcher sent Sputnik into space in 1957. Both rockets have evolved, but in terms of recent history, Russia's core launch fleet has remained relatively unchanged. So what's the matter with Russia's rockets?