It’s like the giant laser in the Death Star. So long as you hit more or less in the center of the planet, the exact targeting isn’t terribly important.
When accuracy is needed and when it isn’t.
Occupy Women’s Bodies
Hang on, I see now on Drudge a story from the New York Post. It quotes a woman calling herself Leslie, a denizen of Zuccotti Park. She speaks of two rapes, then says, “We don’t tell anyone. We handle it internally. I said too much already.”
Uh-huh. I wonder whether there is an Occupy Wall Street omertà.
Well, the evidence seems pretty strong.
Willie Coyote physics
The physics is perfectly correct and straightforward, but nonetheless startling.
Occupy Wall Street and Game
I’m seeing some interesting parallels. In particular, both groups have legitimate grievances, but the legitimate grievances aren’t what’s driving most of those in both groups.
And the proposed solution, if any, in each case, is appalling.
It’s tough to find good minions
“Happy Halloween from the CPSC”
Making Halloween blandly safe. Warning: Reason is not known for genteel speech in its comments sections, though the articles themselves are usually okay. (more…)
“Mall and mall, what is mall?”
Althouse discusses an innovative use of vacant Big Box store space.
And the quote is precious.
Occupy Warm Beds
“Occupy Column-Inches”
Colby Cosh is back to form with the best thing he’s written in many months, a sweetly gentle piece of cynicism.
Extortion by threat of levitation?
Redemption without pride
A bit of a short thought for today. (more…)
Unclear on the concept
Excerpt from Dillard’s Total Eclipse
[The paragraph below comes from Teaching a Stone to Talk by Annie Dillard. The eclipse next May 20 will be annular, not total, so there will be no screaming.]
The second before the sun went out we saw a wall of dark shadow come speeding at us. We no sooner saw it than it was upon us, like thunder. It roared up the valley. It slammed our hill and knocked us out. It was the monstrous swift shadow cone of the moon. (more…)
Another tyrant bites the dust
Muammar Qaddafi reported dead.
I hope, when my times comes, that it is not said of me that the greatest blessing I bestowed on the world was leaving it.
His Majesty: “You won’t care. You’ll be dead.”