Elsewhere in the news…
Nothing very exciting here, just an afternoon trawl through the world of journalism. I’ve got a bookmark list that would choke a goat.
Norwegian princess talks to angels. You know what struck me as really strange? She’s a trained physical therapist. What kind of job is that for a princess?
It’s the Popephone! And it’s for you. “Organizers of Pope Benedict XVI’s visit to Austria next month are offering the faithful a foretaste: daily cell phone text messages with quotes from the pontiff.”
Nepalese man slices off right hand and presents it to Kali. Some religions are harder to practice than others.
World’s largest hand-woven carpet unveiled in Tehran. It’s five and a half tons. Three hundred and ninety-nine feet long by 145 feet wide. It took 1,200 Iranian carpet weavers a year to make it. It’s going in a mosque in the UAE and I’d hate like hell to be the one who had to Hoover it.
British teachers’ union way too big for its britches. Calls for YouTube to be shut down to forestall “cyber bullying.” Some days, you want to queue them up and walk down the line, slapping.
I had to read this lede three times before I understood a word of it: “A one-legged man who was run down by a drunk woman after she hijacked a horse-drawn carriage has said he’ll be able to get out of the way if it happens again – with a new mobility scooter donated by regulars at his local pub.” That is so Brighton.
First Khmer Rouge leader charged. Seriously. First one. This isn’t some new outbreak of Khmer Rougery, either. This is the first of the whole murderous pack of commie nutjobs from the mid seventies to go on trial. Pol Pot died years ago, and the rest of the psychos are wandering around free.
Phew! Lighten up, Weasel. A few from Fazed. Babies eating lemons. I’m not much on babies, but watching a bunch of these poor little bastards get the citrus willies made me go “awwwwwww.” The mask illusion. A slowly rotating Charlie Chaplin mask. Your brain absolutely refuses to let you see a concave human face, so when you get ’round to the back of the mask, it tells you terrible lies. From the New Yorker, what you thought people were thinking about you when you were a kid.
That’s it. Enough. Now we drink.
August 1, 2007 — 6:45 pm
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