1910 Russia, photographed in colour

August 21, 2010

Gorgeous photoset- actually a full century old, and so vivid. Online here.
Thanks to Hillery for the tip.


August 9, 2010

This evening, you guys!

Six minutes and seven seconds after 5pm, the time will be:

05:06:07 08/09/10.

This happens once a century. Enjoy it!

Do something really numeric. Maybe play Outkast’s Hey Ya or some other song that starts with ONE TWO THREE FOUR and then you’ll have done a whole set of digits.

Or! Tell some number jokes! Like:

Q: What does the zero say to the the eight?
A: Nice belt!

Q: Why was six afraid of seven?
A: Because seven eight nine!


Three statisticians go hunting. When they see a rabbit, the first one shoots, missing it on the left. The second one shoots and misses it on the right. The third one shouts: “We’ve hit it!”

Hold Your Horses – 70 Million

March 2, 2010

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Thanks to Fab and Tony for Facebooking this.

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Weird History: Boston Molasses Disaster

July 14, 2009

The Boston Molasses Disaster, also known as the Great Molasses Flood and the Great Boston Molasses Tragedy, occurred on January 15, 1919, in the North End neighborhood of Boston, Massachusetts in the United States. A large molasses tank burst, and a wave of molasses rushed through the streets at an estimated 35 mph (56 km/h), killing 21 and injuring 150. The event has entered local folklore, and residents claim that on hot summer days, the area still smells of molasses.

More here; via AskMeFi.

Total incoherence, but maybe some of you feel the same.

November 7, 2008

I can’t stop looking at photos of Obama and of the crowd at Grant Park and all the front pages of all the newspapers. And when I look at them I feel this intense, lovely feeling- like there’s no way my lungs can fit into my ribcage, and my breath catches and my nose runs because my eyes are tearing up and my heart pounds a little and I hope I hope I just HOPE. I keep thinking about Obama’s speech and the huge moment in history it represents and the awe and silence with which we listened to it, and how proud of him I feel and how deeply I admire him, and how intensely I felt goodness, just plain goodness, things can be so good. I felt like I was going to explode as he spoke because it was just too big, and I keep remembering the quick conversation I had with my dad on the phone right after the results were announced and how quietly happy he was that the world has come this far, and knowing that all over the world people felt the same as we felt, and those are all huge things and yet still none of that is big enough to describe how I feel. I don’t have any words for how I feel. It’s so good, and it really happened! And even this isn’t enough to explain it. But these women’s faces kind of do.