Friday Links!
I stumbled onto some amazing links this week, so let's start with that.
This is incredible: Original AP report of Lincoln’s assassination. A touching and beautiful story: It never ends like it should. A wonderful idea: Designer Creates Hilarious Travel Posters for America’s National Parks Based on Their 1-Star Reviews. This is terrific: The story of Starflight, EA's sci-fi sandbox that laid the way for Mass Effect.
Also, this is a delightful bit of confusion: Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.
From Wally, and this is an excellent, longform read: Cracking the Case of London’s Elusive, Acrobatic Rare-Book Thieves. Sherlock Holmes nerds, it's one of the best days of your life: The 100 Best, Worst, and Strangest Sherlock Holmes Portrayals of All-time, Ranked. Man, come on! French police on trail of international gang of Lego looters.
From jdv, and it's stunning: Incredible Ad for Pocari Sweat, Shot in a Long, Motorized Set.
From C. Lee, and damn it, nothing is ever what it promises: Too Much High-Intensity Exercise May Be Bad for Your Health. Of course they did and no one's surprised: Egypt's First Woman Ship Captain Marwa Elselehdar Blamed For Suez Canal Blockage Despite Not Being On Boat. An incredible story: She sued for pregnancy discrimination. Now she’s battling Google’s army of lawyers. Oops: Tui plane in ‘serious incident’ after every ‘Miss’ on board was assigned child’s weight. This is so cool: Researchers Develop Free Software That Can Create Japanese Wood Joinery.
From Meg McReynolds, and it's surprisingly useful: How to Make Friends as an Adult. Canadian national treasures: Dan Levy and Eugene Levy Teach You Youth Slang | Vanity Fair.
Shots Fired--From a Gun
I am not muscular.
For one, I'm thin. 6'0", 160. Not a lot to work with.
For another, I kept getting hurt lifting weights, particularly my lower back.
However, I mentioned recently that I'd seen a study establishing that lifting weights every fifth day to failure (doing reps until you can't) still helped you build and retain strength.
This was a thing I could do, and it gave my body plenty of time to recover.
Since then, I've put on a little muscle. Let me rephrase that: I've put on little muscles. Not much, really, and maybe I'm the only one who can see them, but I'm probably stronger than I've been in ten years.
In short, I don't have many muscles, but that doesn't mean I can't talk a good game.
"When you go have dinner with your girlfriend, I want you to have her measure your bicep," I said.
"Wait, what?"
"My bicep is 12" now. I need to have the family standard to work toward. I can't get as big as you, but maybe I can narrow the gap a little. It will motivate me."
"I'll do that tonight," he said.
I received no text.
The next morning, I sent him this:
I guess your bicep measurement was 11 7'8 and you couldn't stand to send it.
Later, the phone rang.
"I just got your ridiculous text."
"Is it?" I asked.
"I didn't send you the measurement because we couldn't find the tape measure last night."
"That's exactly what a guy with an 11 7/8" bicep would say."
"I'll hang up," he said.
"I'm coming for you," I said. "Guns blazing." We were both laughing so hard at this point that we could hardly talk.
"Don't push me," he said. "I'm right there."
Well, There Was One
One of the things that has consistently amazed me about Eli 19.8 is that the moment never seems too big for him. I never met anyone else like that.
Today, though, Gloria sent me a picture that reminded me there was one moment.
Have a look:
Some of you will undoubtedly remember Eli 4.9s long-running crush on Ariel in "The Little Mermaid." He had an Ariel doll that he took into the bath every night, and Gloria had to dry it off so he could sleep with it, too.
Of course, we watched "The Little Mermaid" so many times. So, so many times.
When we went to Disneyland and he got a chance to meet the "real" Ariel (as far as he knew), he was so shy that he couldn't even talk. Wouldn't sit in her lap.
But, if you enlarge the picture, you'll see the slyest of sly smiles.
He still has that smile, to no one's surprise. He just doesn't use it with mermaids anymore.
Thoughts
I don't why, but I was thinking about being a kid last night.
I always thought we were middle class (I've mentioned this before). When I said this to Mom a few years ago, she started laughing and said we absolutely were not.
In those days, female teachers were either married or single. The pay reflected that. It was low, because no one conceived of a divorced woman raising two kids, like Mom. Money was very, very tight.
Her genius, though, was that even though we probably qualified as poor, she never let us feel like it. There's a kind of security in knowing that you have what you need, and I always felt that way. I didn't feel like I was missing out.
I still remember going over to my friend's houses (particularly in East Cliff, which was the "fancy" side of town) and being amazed at the stuff they had. They had so many things they didn't need.
That's a fundamental difference in lifestyle, I think, moving from having what you need to having what you don't need.
I moved into the "don't need" life for years after I made some money. It seemed like I should want to buy material things, and so I did.
You get older, though, and realize you don't need those things, and then you reach a point where you don't want to have things you don't need anymore.
I've reached that point, finally, though much later than many people. It's a relief, really.
A Modest Proposal
You know what I think?
I think there should be a question on your tax return that says "Favorite Cake."
You can check either the "Vanilla" box or the "Chocolate" box.
After you file your return, if your income was below a certain level (not that I know anyone who had a tough year, income-wise), in 4-6 weeks you'd receive a cake from the Government, in the flavor you chose.
The cake would be nicely iced, of course, and it would say "Better Luck Next Year."
That's all I want. Couldn't we all use a nice, encouraging cake?
Friday Links!
Come for the snacks, stay for the links.
The Man You Trust (Update)
I haven't given an update on The Man You Trust for a while because I couldn't quantify the remaining work with enough precision to give you an end point.
I can now.
At most, there's another three months before this goes off to the copy editor. Then, I decide on publishing.
It's been a long haul.
Over four major drafts (and an infinite number of minor ones), it's grown to about 85,000 words. It's taught me I didn't know much about writing.
I learned, though. I hope so, anyway.
What I believe that means in terms of a purchasing date is sometime this fall. The delay won't be with the writing anymore.
I appreciate all of you hanging in there and politely forgetting that I said this would be completed at least a year ago. The extra time has been put to good use.
Training Table
During my fever dream period Monday night, I had an idea.
I have lots of ideas. Many of them are stupid. Make your own determination here.
This would be called "Training Table," and it would be a series of frozen meals specifically tied to college football programs. So you'd have the Crimson Tide version of Training Table, or the Wolverine version.
The people in charge of athletic nutrition at the universities would come up with half a dozen or so different food combinations for frozen dinners, based on what their athletes eat. So you'd be eating the same food as an Alabama linebacker (pure marketing), if you were an Alabama fan.
The most popular players from that season would have their names/images on the box, and they'd get a cut of the profit.
So for obsessed college football fans (they are legion), it would be a chance to eat like their favorite program and feel even closer to their team.
Plus, if you ate a bajillion of these meals for a specific team, you'd "win" a limited edition commemorative coin or something, which you could resell for big bucks (again, pure marketing).
Profitability pyramid (scheme):
1. Schools make money.
2. The athletes on the boxes make money.
3. Consumers get coins they can resell to recoup all the money they spent on the meals (theoretically).
It feels like a money printing opportunity.
No, I'm not still feverish. I can see why you'd ask, though.
Thank You, Vaccine
I have superhero antibodies, apparently.
I woke up at 2:30 this morning, freezing. Added a blanket, and when that wasn't enough, put on a Patagonia base layer.
After drifting in and out of sleep for the next four hours, I woke up.
I got out of bed. In retrospect, this was a mistake.
Every day since the pandemic started, I've taken my temperature. It's always within a few tenths of 97.5F. This morning it was 100.5.
Good, I thought.
What wasn't good was that I was extremely nauseated and was having trouble walking because I felt so weak. Also somewhat dizzy.
I made it to the kitchen and toasted my Pop-Tarts. I put them on a paper plate, started to lose my balance because of the dizziness and sent a Pop-Tart into low Earth orbit.
Didn't fall, though. Just had one Pop-Tart instead of two for breakfast.
I felt very hot from the fever, then I suddenly got cold and had to put on my heated winter jacket at the setting I use when walking outside in 20F.
Eventually, I warmed back up.
After slamming a fair amount of caffeine over the next thirty minutes, I managed to regain my senses. Then I edited at one-quarter speed for the next four hours.
I'm functional now, though I won't be leaving the apartment today. I don't think I could walk more than thirty or forty yards.
Still, I'll take it. Happily. Thanks, Pfizer.
Vaccinated!
I received the second jab today (Pfizer).
Meanwhile, Michigan is lousy with COVID right now, unfortunately. The good news is that the vaccination infrastructure is absolutely humming. Hopefully, we can get over the infection curve before the people who have stopped paying attention take us back up again.
Several of you warned me that the second Pfizer does sometimes comes with a pretty strong reaction, so I'm ready for a rough couple of days, if necessary. Totally worth it.
This is Very On-Brand
We have family memes at this point. I guess everyone does.
Here's the inside of the birthday card Gloria gave me (a repurposed Easter card, which is also a thing that we do):
The Easter Birthday, Redux
It was my birthday on Sunday.
What a lovely morning. I thought I'd treat myself to a blueberry scone from the bakery across the street. What a a delightful treat for my birthday.
I walk across the street, full of anticipation, with a smile on my face.
The bakery is closed.
Damn it, Jesus, not again. Come on, man, you got resurrected. I can't even get a scone.
Friday Links!
Phew, what a long week.
Leading off, a searing article from The Atlantic: Private Schools Have Become Truly Obscene.
Here's a palate cleaner: This woman, 82, dresses to the nines each Sunday for virtual church. Her selfies have become legendary.
This is from bg, and it's incredible: Search the Louvre.
Ah, that's better.
From Tim Lesnick, and it's amazing: Astronomy Picture of the Day.
From Wally, and yuck: Bitcoin Mining Corp Buys $30 Million of Nvidia CMP GPUs. Trek nerd alert: 40 Acres. This is huge: A Warmer Superconductor Found. These are fascinating: Cult classics: the faded glory of California's fringe sects – in pictures. A little bit of intriguing history: We Found Ford's Incredible Turbine-Powered Semi-Truck 'Big Red' That's Been Lost for Decades.
From C. Lee, and it's amazing: Mafia fugitive caught after posting cooking show on YouTube. What a story: Buffer overruns, license violations, and bad code: FreeBSD 13’s close call. This is an astonishing article: The Mystery of ‘Harriet Cole’. Absolutely true: Stop Blaming Tuskegee, Critics Say. It's Not An 'Excuse' For Current Medical Racism. I'm not holding my breath (yes, a terrible pun): Where Are All the Aliens? Maybe Trapped in Underground Oceans. The Digital Antiquarian is so ridiculously excellent: System Shock. This is fantastic: Food Fads Have Always Been Ridiculous. Just Ask the Great Masticator. This was definitely true for us: What is the dining table really for?
From John W., and if you ever wanted to hear Beethoven through scorching electric guitar, here you go: Ludwig van Beethoven - Moonlight Sonata ( 3rd Movement ) Tina S Cover. Also, Tina S is apparently a cold blooded killer.
From Meg McReynolds, and it's a classic: A Brief Guide to the Worst Flight I’ve Ever Been On.
Eli 19.8 Update
He's going to Oxford for a full year. And he received his first dose of COVID vaccine, which is a complicated story involving identifying a massive imbalance in supply and demand in adjoining states.
I receive my second dose on Monday.
I'm going down to Ann Arbor on Saturday to hit golf balls together and have dinner.
On Sunday, the hellscape of the Easter birthday. I'm ready.
I Don't Think Lyrics Can Get Any Better Than This
And the Mayan panoramas
On my pyramid pajamas
That's rhyme craftmanship. And, believe it or not, it's from The Alan Parsons Project.
Information Versus Knowledge (one last thing)
Tim Lesnick expressed it much more eloquently than I could. He said that more and more people have become observers of information rather than creators of knowledge.
Juxtaposition
I know I wrote about how knowledge has been devalued because information is unlimited now.
I have to admit, though, that unlimited information, and the way it combines, can be pretty fantastic.
This morning, I needed to know if "one seventeen" should have a hyphen. So I put "one seventeen" into Google. On the first page, there was a link to Isaiah 1:17:
Learn to do right; seek justice.
Defend the oppressed.
Take up the cause of the fatherless;
plead the case of the widow.
Those are solid sentiments, and I would never have seen them.
Also on the first page, there was a link to the song "One Seventeen" by Transplants, and here's the first verse:
I'm not taken no chance tonight
I'm gonna pack me a gat tonight
I'm gonna sell me some sacks tonight
And if it all goes well and I'm stacked tonight...
Juxtaposition. It rules.
