September 2010
August 2010
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Sweden Solar System →
fuckyeahtheuniverse:
The Sweden Solar System is the world’s largest scale model of the solar system. The sun is represented by the Ericsson Globe in Stockholm, the largest hemispherical building in the world. The inner planets can also be found in Stockholm but the outer planets are situated northward in other cities along the Baltic Sea.
This is so cool.
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Gmail to start telling you what emails are... →
Awesome yet creepy… like my friends.
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Man Already Knows Everything He Needs To Know... →
Gentries, 48, said he had absolutely no interest in exposing himself to further knowledge of Islamic civilization or putting his sweeping opinions into a broader context of any kind, and confirmed he was “perfectly happy” to make a handful of emotionally charged words the basis of his mistrust toward all members of the world’s second-largest religion.
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It isn’t normal to know what we want. It is a rare and difficult...
– Abraham Maslow, Motivation and Personality
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Blog post by the guy who did the Beck rally crowd... →
Aerial photos + grid-density statistical methods = 87-88 thousand.
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A century and a half after its initial publication, Walden has become such a...
– John Updike in the introduction to my employer’s 150th anniversary edition of Walden
We do things that are more socialist than Europe does, but we don’t call it...
– Thomas Geoghegan, author of “Were You Born on the Wrong Continent?: How the European Model Can Help You Get a Life”
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NYC wins the food truck war: "Jen-N-Outlaw's Fish... →
The menu: Catfish Po’Boy, Crawfish Boil, Fried Pickles. They open at noon every Saturday in Brooklyn.
If Famous Poets Were Lazy
From a conversation between Andrew the scientist and I.
I stopped by the woods on a snowy evening
And so on
This is just to say
I have eaten the plums that were in the ice box
And some other bullshit
How do I love thee? A lot.
To be or not to be? That is a question.
In Flanders Fields, the poppies blow. OK, that’s it.
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight...
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