If one more blogger...
...uses the word "blogoverse" or "blogosphere" with a straight face, I just may go completely crazygonuts.
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...uses the word "blogoverse" or "blogosphere" with a straight face, I just may go completely crazygonuts.
Ted Bridis of the Associated Press reports: One day before the Columbia disaster, senior NASA engineers worried the shuttle’s left wing might burn off and cause the deaths of the crew, describing a scenario much like the one investigators believe happened. They never sent their warnings to NASA’s brass, according to dozens of pages of e-mails NASA released Wednesday.
Stick it to the Man! Fight the Power! Install both operating systems on your computer!
Dual-Boot Linux and Windows 2000/Windows XP with GRUB HOWTO
Red Hat's Configuring a Dual-Boot System"
Moviegoers Sue Theater Companies Over Commercials
Because, of course, people would rather pay attorney fees and higher ticket prices.
Howard Fineman points out that the massive worldwide anti-war protests literally rolled off of Bush's back:
I don't know what the president was thinking, of course, when, with a characteristic frown and bite of the cheek, he noted that "evidently some of the world don't view Saddam Hussein as a risk to peace. I respectfully disagree." But I’ve covered Bush long enough to make an educated guess.
Here it is. Shaped by the Yale of the '60s and by his own father's career, the president views the demonstrators as weak-willed moral relativists, afraid to take on -- as only faith-filled and freedom-loving leaders can -- forces of evil on earth.
This is not exactly news. What makes Fineman's piece more interesting is that he illustrates his "Yale of the '60s" point with anecdotes from Bush's fratboy days.
Quoth the New York Times, a group of liberal broadcasters is trying to put together a package to counter the Rush Limbaughs and Sean Hannitys of the airwaves. And they want Al Franken to lead them.
Well, more power to them, but I'll believe an AM radio liberal counter-empire when I see it. As for Al, he's smart and funny, but the Al Franken Decade expired over ten years ago.
My last entry on an unnaturally prolific day: As life gets a little less hectic (hopefully), I'm planning on creating a webzine about bands touching the "modern Celtic" genre. On the left hand, you'd have alt-rock bands with Celtic influences such as Brother and Seven Nations, in the middle you'd have the Glengarry Bhoys, Neil Anderson and Slainte Mhath, and at the far end bands which are far more traditional such as the Tannahill Weavers. Plus some artists that defy description, such as the Peatbog Faeries.
I think I'd be able to give it a reasonable effort, but what I'm desperate for now is a publishing platform (PHP-Nuke apparently being too insecure, and I'm not sure Movable Type is really suited to this kind of project) and a name.
Someone just reached up, banged away at my Windows box's keyboard, and somehow managed to open a work document in Microsoft Word.
Now I'm going to have to figure out how to babyproof the computer before he starts rewriting my stuff and spamming it. My son, the biological Klez virus.
The aforementioned folk-pop-Celtic band Great Big Sea has three dates coming up in North Carolina. These guys are arena-fillers in Canada and practically anonymous in the U.S., particularly in the South. I know of at least a few folks north of the border who are road-tripping exclusively for a chance to see them in clubs or dives. Here's the N.C. itinerary:
| March 2 | Asheville | Grey Eagle Tavern and Music Hall |
|---|---|---|
| March 4 | Charlotte | Neighborhood Theatre |
| March 5 | Raleigh | Lincoln Theatre |
Out-of-state visitors to this site will want to check the full tour schedule at their website. Shannon and I are planning on going to the Raleigh gig. I can't recommend this band strongly enough -- well worth arranging a babysitter and risking bleary eyes at work the following day.
District of Columbia police have released a videotape showing witnesses doing nothing to help a man after he was fatally shot at a gas station.
I'll take "appalled" for $200, Alex.
Sick babies and long hours at work tend to disrupt blogging.
I happened upon a message board discussion about this morning's tragedy, the destruction of the space shuttle Columbia on re-entry. One respondent described herself as "wondering why they keep going back up there."
For an answer, I turn to a monologue written by J. Michael Straczynski for Babylon 5.
Reporter: "After all that you've just gone through, I have to ask you the same question a lot of people back home are asking about space these days. Is it worth it? Should we just pull back, forget the whole thing as a bad idea, and take care of our own problems, at home?"
Sinclair: "No. We have to stay here, and there's a simple reason why. Ask ten different scientists about the environment, population control, genetics - and you'll get ten different answers. But there's one thing every scientist on the planet agrees on: whether it happens in a hundred years, or a thousand years, or a million years, eventually our sun will grow cold, and go out. When that happens, it won't just take us, it'll take Marilyn Monroe, and Lao-tsu, Einstein, Maruputo, Buddy Holly, Aristophanes - all of this.
"All of this was for nothing, unless we go to the stars."