<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:49:47.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie Homunculus</title><subtitle type='html'>Whatever flotsam and jetsam of the web that I collect from the polluted rolling waves of the surf.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-4656536703205421148</id><published>2009-09-16T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:53:10.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multicultural class essay draft intro</title><content type='html'>I have an essay due in mid-October and I started writing it just now.  I was playing a game with inserting as much sexual tension as I could without it being vulgar or obvious, but I'm pretty amateurish.  Anyway, I thought I'd memorialize it here.  BTW, this is a true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     “Where are you from?” The pretty Italian girl has just handed me my pistachio and stracciatella gelato.  In an instant, years of experience in America’s “melting pot” flash before me.  In her blithe innocence, she has no idea what she has wrought.  We are in Italy’s lake country, far from the international tourist areas like Rome and Venice.  In those places, the address would have been “arigato.”  But here, in a Continental vacation spot, this girl probably doesn’t see many Asians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     I consider giving her the answer she wants; it would be so easy!  But something in my id refuses to be labeled so easily.  “I’m from California,” I defiantly say, as if it were a lie.  Consternation furrows auburn eyebrows as she struggles with her English vocabulary.  Now I feel intense regret at having despoiled her beatific countenance for my own pride. “What you really mean is, ‘what is my ethnicity’?” – relief and an eager nod.  “I’m Chinese,” I concede as any vestige of principle deflates.  Now her confusion fades and I can sense her take my existence and place it neatly in a China box.  I feel shame at having taken the easy path, but what right do I have to torture her well-meaning curiosity into a trip to the internment camps and ghettos of America?  All I wanted was a gelato, and now between the oppressive August heat and acute awareness of my “other”-ness, the confection seems a little wilted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-4656536703205421148?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4656536703205421148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4656536703205421148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2009/09/multicultural-class-essay-draft-intro.html' title='Multicultural class essay draft intro'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-8736461296494833533</id><published>2009-07-10T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:46:40.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The connection between latchkey kids and grass-fed beef</title><content type='html'>Roger Ebert recently posted an &lt;a href="http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2009/06/raising_free-range_kids.html"&gt;article on how growing up in America&lt;/a&gt; has changed from the Leave it to Beaver days of unsupervised neighborhood havoc to an "overprotective" world of fear, disease, and crime.  This topic had recently been in my mind in the last few years as my niece and nephew were born and grew.  There have been so many changes in raising children since I was young!  Helmets are no longer optional; child seats, too.  Latch-key kid is basically a dirty word now, whereas nearly all of my friends were such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother initially thought that maybe things haven't changed as much as I seemed to think.  Her opinion was you have to determine the safety of children individually based on their level of responsibility.  She felt that my sister and I were trustworthy enough to be left in charge of the house without getting into trouble or burning the place down.  She was absolutely correct that a couple of squares like us would just return home and watch Scooby-Doo reruns.  Bless her, she's right.  But despite the truth of her words, things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the basic rule, that children's supervision level must be determined individually, remains true, the environment seems to have changed.  There is a fear today of random violence that never seemed to be true before.  It's most likely just our human nature to imagine each media horror story as happening to our own loved ones and to devise ways to guard ourselves against vivid threats that have little basis in reality, all while ignoring true killers like high-fat diets and lack of exercise.  But human nature or no, it seems undeniable that there is an expectation in America that we must guard our children against every threat, from psychopath to man-eating shark.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E. coli&lt;/span&gt; has never been more vilified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at what point does this paranoia become unacceptable?  At what point do we allow children to decide what level of risk they wish to take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first question, I have a feeling we have passed that point already.  However, I hesitate to assert my opinion because I have no children of my own.  On the second question, there is a strange tension between admiration of the impetuousness of youth and the fear of it.  I am inclined to let children demonstrate maturity and reward it with further trust.  In any case, I thought Mr. Ebert's article was interesting and thought-provoking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-8736461296494833533?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8736461296494833533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8736461296494833533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2009/07/connection-between-latchkey-kids-and.html' title='The connection between latchkey kids and grass-fed beef'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-6372066934913254911</id><published>2009-07-08T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:38:51.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on Urumqi</title><content type='html'>The unrest in Xinjiang recently has revived in my mind some of the discussions I've had in the past regarding Chinese nationalism.  I don't mean the Generalissimo Chiang-type Nationalist Party, I mean the burgeoning self-righteousness and pride.  Most obviously beginning in the mid-90s, China began pulling herself out of the wallow of state regulation and self-destructive purging.  China's cities began to leverage the cultural heritage of entrepreneurship and cutthroat economics under an iron hand of state surveillance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the late 90s, and perhaps most obviously in during the winning of the 2008 Beijing Olympics bid, a thread of Chinese nationalism emerged.  This "nationalism with Chinese characteristics" is marked by paranoia, anger over centuries'-old injustices, a sense of entitlement, a sense of "manifest destiny," self-righteousness, minimization of problems in society, and a carryover of imperial-era narcissism (wherein other countries' problems and lessons-learned do not apply to the only "true civilization").  All of these characteristics are foreseeable and perhaps a natural result of an unleashed id, but all should be exposed as irrational and unhealthy.  However, each and every one has been cultivated by the Chinese leadership to serve as a yoke upon the populace so that they may channel the emotions of the Chinese populace toward their self-serving goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acknowledge that with the unhealthy characteristics, many healthy characteristics emerged as well.  Pride, in moderation, leads to joy; hope leads to achievement; unity leads to harmony.  However all these beneficial characteristics can be fostered while minimizing the unhealthy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1999, I spoke with a pro-Taiwan Independence friend of mine, who was confident that China would not risk the anger of the international community during and could not sustain public support for an aggressive invasion of a "peaceful" Taiwan.  A Korean friend of mine who has lived in China and I immediately informed her that we believed China would most definitely carry out its threats based on the level of knee-jerk nationalism we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taiwan issue engages so many of the myths and legends underlying the Chinese psyche.  First, Taiwan was taken in the one-sided and tragic Sino-Japanese War; this history triggers the PTSD-like memories of all of the slights and indignities of the colonial era.  Second, Taiwan is largely inhabited by and was considered during the the imperial era to be Han Chinese (some Taiwanese will dispute this and claim independence prior, but this post is about Chinese thought processes); this belief triggers romantic notions of thousands of years of Chinese territorial and cultural unity that differentiates Chinese history from barbarian history.  Third, strategically-speaking, Taiwan is too important to Chinese "Manifest Destiny" in the Far East to allow off the leash and into U.S. protection; in a sense, China has arrived at the Prom of colonialism a week late and is attempting to dance with the ladies on Bingo night.  Fourth, Taiwan serves as one focal point to measure wills against the most powerful nation in the world and allows an objective verification of China's potency on the international stage.  All of these factors swirl in a heady mix of self-loathing, self-love, and injured pride and create a potion that robs many Chinese of moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point: many Chinese were and still are convinced (based upon conversations I have had) that the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NATO_bombing_of_the_Chinese_embassy_in_Belgrade"&gt;bombing of the Chinese embassy in Belgrade&lt;/a&gt; was a deliberate attack by the U.S. on China for no other purpose than as a display of strength and dominance.  They refuse to believe that the U.S. is capable of making targeting mistakes as claimed and reject the idea that the U.S. might not want to antagonize the Chinese people in such a public way when there are any number of options that do not involve political repercussions within the U.S.  They furthermore refused to accept the NATO apology (although they willingly accepted monetary reparations).  It is precisely this lack of moderation, lack of willingness to consider innocent explanations, and jumping to conclusions that frightens me most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this brings me to the impetus for writing today.  I am no fan of the Uighur independence movement, or for that matter, either the Taiwanese or Tibetan ones either!  It's probably some artifact of my upbringing, but I have no desire to see these areas descend into chaos.  However, I willingly acknowledge that the fist of Chinese power surrounds each, and as it squeezes, the proverbial sand is trickling out.  When the Chinese media shows Han Chinese in rags streaming blood and tears, but neglects to show police action against hundreds, thousands of men, it screams a call to arms to defend the motherland, never mind the reasons.  &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/asiapcf/07/08/china.uyghurs.florcruz/index.html"&gt;When Chinese mobs run down the streets of Urumqi telling reporters to cease filming, it cries out their shame for what they are about to do for the motherland.&lt;/a&gt;  The self-righteous claim virtue and hide their actions: but the truly righteous are bold as a lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the lessons of the 20th century experiments in nationalism were the conclusions that submerging oneself in a national cause can lead to atrocities in its name.  In short, the utilitarian concepts of ends justifying means have their limits, just as a Kantian mind might instinctively push back when pushed too far.  Many willing accomplices of the Nazi regime were later ashamed at their fervor.  The &lt;a href="http://morris.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/07/07/mcnamara-in-context/?em"&gt;late Robert McNamara&lt;/a&gt; regreted many of his actions in Vietnam.  Latin America has been poorly served by a series of dictators installed to combat communism. Despite this, whether through a belief in superiority to or perhaps just immunity to the problems of other cultures, Chinese seem to think they can avoid these lessons.  I know my Chinese friends are optimistic that China will emerge from this police-state era as a vibrant and flourishing socialist democracy.  I sincerely hope they are correct.  However, I am not an optimist by nature and what I see are entrenched prejudices being harnessed to erect a national mythology designed to enslave the many to serve the few.  Unfortunately for Xinjiang, Tibet, and Taiwan, they are "thems" in a country where "us" is very fashionable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-6372066934913254911?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/6372066934913254911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/6372066934913254911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2009/07/reflections-on-urumqi.html' title='Reflections on Urumqi'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-8443266632558448406</id><published>2009-02-05T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:36:50.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Thoughts Coming at High Speed</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the local newspapers (Daily Post, PA Daily News) were reporting some of the first impacts of the passage of the high speed rail funding ballot measure.  Actually, I got into a huge fight with my dad in October about this, mainly surrounding his contention that people who oppose it are "stupid" and obstructing "progress," whatever "progress" is to him.  My opinion then, as it is now, is that the benefits are outweighed by the detrimental effects of the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a purely selfish standpoint, I don't know if I would have voted for the project if it were to travel through the Altamont pass in the East Bay, but the current plan to put it through the Pacheco pass in the South Bay really aborted any enthusiasm I might have for it.  Proponents hope that they will be able to get stops in their communities to help bring travelers and tax revenue, but the more stops they put in, the less "high speed" the train will be.  What's the point of a high speed train that has to travel slow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the cause of my post, the newspapers revealed that people along the Caltrain corridor were told that their homes may be taken under eminent domain to widen the corridor to accommodate the high speed rail line.  Some of those home owners had not considered this possibility when they had voted yes on the rail line.  In fact, some of the home owners had voted yes on the rail line &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without even knowing&lt;/span&gt; that it was slated to be built along the Caltrain corridor.  I pity these homeowners and their shortsightedness ~ I only regret that I had only one vote to give to spare them the trauma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-8443266632558448406?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8443266632558448406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8443266632558448406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2009/02/second-thoughts-coming-at-high-speed.html' title='Second Thoughts Coming at High Speed'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-3896320717033149487</id><published>2008-11-04T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:56:38.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election morning travails</title><content type='html'>Every morning I hop in the car and turn on the ignition.  The radio blares as I inevitably forgot to turn down the volume the night before when I parked.  Alas, the emanations of the radio are neither the sweet tones of a ballad nor the inspiring driving rhythm of a strong bass line but are the cacophonous babbling of talk show hosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't tell, I hate talk shows.  I hate them so much, I reserve a preset button for the reliably innocuous &lt;a href="http://www.kdfc.com/"&gt;classical music station&lt;/a&gt;.  However, in my restlessness I usually switch around radio stations, sadly suffering from some acute amnesia that blocks out the fact that talk shows dominate morning radio.  Being a forgiving soul, I tend to allow them one or two complete sentences before becoming disgusted and continuing my spectrum meandering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the show that attracts my ire most is &lt;a href="http://www.live105.com/pages/73921.php"&gt;KITS's The Woody Show&lt;/a&gt;.  Before you ask, I looked up the web page specifically for your convenience this morning as I compose this blog and not because I've ever seen it before.   The content of that web page is such eye bleach to me, that I quickly avert my eyes after getting the offensive link.  You're welcome.  If I could expunge my presets of this show, I would, but unfortunately, KITS is one of the few stations in my area that plays the music I like (although less and less now as the management has tried to attract younger audiences ~ get off my lawn, kids!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most mornings, the two sentences I hear are some toilet humor or indignant and ignorant rant on some idiotic happening.  Usually they pick some poor odd news article and poke fun at the village idiot.  I let them have their "fun" and switch the channel after a sentence or two and shake my head in resignation.  Often, I am particularly irked when they comment on legal or political matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this have to do with this election morning?  I'm doing my usual channel surf and I hear "Woody" say ~ Why are we not voting? [Whathisface] is not registered and I know this is an important election in like ... Pennsylvania and ... Ohio... [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at this point I emphatically push a different preset.&lt;/span&gt;]  My respect for this morning show has hit an all-time low.  I hear them rant and rave about all sorts of issues facing the nation and the community, and this pathetic apathy is the result?  Don't bore me with your sophomoric preaching if you can't take 30 minutes out of your lives to do the perhaps ONE REAL THING to change your community for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that reference to Pennsylvania and Ohio completely ignores the state and local issues.  I can't believe these people have a show and that anyone actually listens to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-3896320717033149487?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3896320717033149487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3896320717033149487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-morning-travails.html' title='Election morning travails'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-2370370875554090621</id><published>2008-09-20T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:27:02.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polling the divide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1r-gl2jFumY/SNWUf1-X3LI/AAAAAAAAADs/6g9rbF0lD6E/s1600-h/ap_poll_race_obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 516px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1r-gl2jFumY/SNWUf1-X3LI/AAAAAAAAADs/6g9rbF0lD6E/s400/ap_poll_race_obama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248264215555726514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The AP asks why Obama is in a tight race with McCain when so many indicators suggest Democrats should be doing better (the economy, the unpopularity of Bush, etc.), and provocatively polls white voters.  I don't like their poll at all because the questions (Would you describe blacks as "friendly"?) are applied to races as a whole.  It's like saying, would you describe water as cold?  Some water is cold and some is hot.  Some blacks are friendly and some are not.  Some Asians are good at math and some are not.  Some criminals are cheating lying @$$es and some are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, at least some respondents of the poll felt that the form of the poll was acceptable and so we have the results in the graph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies, Blogger.com is not very kind to my images and I'm too lazy to figure it out.  But the &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/page/election-2008-political-pulse-obama-race"&gt;story is here&lt;/a&gt; with a bigger version of the image.  The AP writer then concludes that the reason Obama is in such a tight race is because some white democrats and independents still harbor misgivings about voting for someone because they are black - white Republicans are overwhelmingly not likely to vote for a Democrat whether they are white or any other color - and describes the difference as resulting in as much as a 6-point spread in voter polls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-2370370875554090621?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/2370370875554090621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/2370370875554090621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/09/polling-divide.html' title='Polling the divide'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1r-gl2jFumY/SNWUf1-X3LI/AAAAAAAAADs/6g9rbF0lD6E/s72-c/ap_poll_race_obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-3168490109257357592</id><published>2008-08-28T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:43:52.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Umbrellas and Smoke</title><content type='html'>The recent conflict in Georgia has seen an explosion of propaganda and rhetoric on both sides of the newly re-descended Iron Curtain.  Perhaps some clever commentator will coin a new term for Russia's indignant flexings, but I will leave that to better poets.  Regardless, I hadn't really given much thought to the strategy behind the words being bandied about, but this &lt;a href="http://www.csmonitor.com/2008/0829/p08s01-comv.html"&gt;article from the Christian Science Monitor&lt;/a&gt; interprets those words in the context of international ... law is not the right word ... understandings(?) governing the use of force.  It's probably better to just read the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to encapsulate the story, a few years ago, the UN passed a resolution (or something) that in essence &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;post-facto&lt;/span&gt; legitimized the NATO intervention in Bosnia, which originally was not authorized by the UN.  It did so by generally stating that the international community must act to prevent genocide, and must do so over the interests of sovereignty.  After the international community finished singing kumbayah, it left countries wondering what would trigger accusations of "genocide" and what the limits of this new invade-first-ask-questions-later resolution would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the Russians have cloaked their military "intervention" in Georgia in the mantle of this genocide-prevention resolution by alleging that the fighting in South Ossetia was "genocide."  Now, there are conflicting reports about who started what fighting (with the Russians saying the Georgians began military operations against separatists, and the Georgians saying the separatists attacked first on the urging of the Russians) and there were hundreds of civilian casualties in the fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the article is more about scolding the Russians and highlighting tensions that have arisen than it is about the standards involved so I won't bore you. Regardless of right or wrong in this case, the Russian example has proven that the international standard for intervention is A MESS. Apparently the only clear standard is the old truism: might makes right.  In that vein, can the U.N. do anything right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, I think it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hilarious &lt;/span&gt;that the &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080828/ap_on_re_eu/georgia;_ylt=Attxeg2U1xB8VTr.oJQNG12s0NUE"&gt;Russians looked to China for help in backing their play&lt;/a&gt; to assist separatists in another sovereign nation.  Ummm... Uighurs and Tibetans and Taiwanese?  I mean, the general antipathy or at least suspicion towards the U.S. aside, Chinese diplomats have shown one card constantly ~ they will not support any precedent for foreign intervention in domestic security affairs, especially on the grounds of human rights relief.  Love 'em or hate 'em, the Chinese are dependable on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-3168490109257357592?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3168490109257357592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3168490109257357592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/08/umbrellas-and-smoke.html' title='Umbrellas and Smoke'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-2486232778660891818</id><published>2008-08-26T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:39:57.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obvious, but not?</title><content type='html'>So I have a bluetooth headset.  I have no idea how to do more than answer a call, put a call on hold, and hang up on a call with it.  It makes incomprehensible beeps at me.  Is it telling me it's low on battery? Is there an incoming call?  Learning headset beep language is a specialized skill like semaphore or Morse code.  You couldn't PAY me to learn what all the different beeps, boops and flashes mean.  No doubt someone is fluent in the language of bluetooth headset beeping, but that skill is like knowing Klingon except geekier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the obvious solution is to have a &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080826/ap_on_hi_te/tec_tech_test_blueant;_ylt=Aub4_Rqmi1jxrT19KXEUECGs0NUE"&gt;headset that TELLS you what's happening and understands what you say to it&lt;/a&gt;.  The question becomes why haven't other manufacturers figured this out before?  Is there some reason people wouldn't want this functionality?  Is it just too expensive (it is significantly more than a baseline headset)?  Perhaps it's buggy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess maybe the biggest reason is that if all you do with the headset is to answer calls, you don't need to access all the random esoteric functions all the time and 90% of the extra cost is wasted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-2486232778660891818?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/2486232778660891818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/2486232778660891818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/08/obvious-but-not.html' title='Obvious, but not?'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-4137138952480315035</id><published>2008-08-23T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:05:20.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink fishing pole!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1r-gl2jFumY/SLCzmGb4E1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/tjw-6ncoCcY/s1600-h/capt.f126d7a38f5c4770bd6a60751c21a0b5.aptopix_barbie_fishing_record_ny133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1r-gl2jFumY/SLCzmGb4E1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/tjw-6ncoCcY/s400/capt.f126d7a38f5c4770bd6a60751c21a0b5.aptopix_barbie_fishing_record_ny133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237883833775821650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080822/ap_on_fe_st/odd_barbie_fishing_record;_ylt=Ar2BurnqvMPNI3KgwLdQlFis0NUE"&gt;This is awesome!&lt;/a&gt;  This dude has been fishing with his granddaughter and bought her a Barbie fishing pole.  They caught a 21 lb. catfish with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-4137138952480315035?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4137138952480315035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4137138952480315035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/08/pink-fishing-pole.html' title='Pink fishing pole!'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1r-gl2jFumY/SLCzmGb4E1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/tjw-6ncoCcY/s72-c/capt.f126d7a38f5c4770bd6a60751c21a0b5.aptopix_barbie_fishing_record_ny133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-457762031058347660</id><published>2008-08-18T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:31:01.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers on video game studies</title><content type='html'>Here's an interesting &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080818/ap_on_re_us/video_games_learning;_ylt=AoYgsPjM0n9htRfzW7jqFtOs0NUE"&gt;article describing some conclusions drawn from studies of video gaming&lt;/a&gt;.  It's not as comprehensive as I would have liked, but it does confirm that some skills in video gaming are transferable to real-world applications.  For one example, it specifically points out a particular study on laparoscopic surgeons (who use small incisions to insert tools and cameras inside body cavities to perform procedures).  The article cites a study author as saying that, "The single best predictor of [the surgeons'] skills is how much they had played video games in the past and how much they played now.  Those were better predictors of surgical skills than years of training and number of surgeries performed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ain't that a kick in the pants?  Anyway, sadly, most gamers are not laparoscopic surgeons.  However, what's good for the goose is good for the gander, no?  I would think that complicated control schemes and video interfaces would benefit from video game experience in any profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond complicated controls, I firmly believe that map interpretation, landmark recognition and navigation, and spatial orientation skills all benefit from some types of video gaming as well.  The article also points out problem solving and strategy formulation.   In this day and age, even social skills can be bolstered by online communities ~ although being the king of dorks might not be the most lustrous mantle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the article concludes, it's not all sunshine and roses.  Violent fatties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-457762031058347660?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/457762031058347660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/457762031058347660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/08/numbers-on-video-game-studies.html' title='Numbers on video game studies'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-7958518494825381269</id><published>2008-08-14T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:23:12.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asylum from Texas</title><content type='html'>A &lt;a href="http://www.mercurynews.com/ci_10203342?source=rss"&gt;missing Rice University student turned up on the UC Berkeley campus&lt;/a&gt; and is suspected of possession of stolen property and other crimes.  I know Houston is a $#!thole, but it's still better than living on cans of beans and instant noodles in a 2004 Dodge Neon in the East Bay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-7958518494825381269?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/7958518494825381269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/7958518494825381269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/08/asylum-from-texas.html' title='Asylum from Texas'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-6072447925766487030</id><published>2008-08-07T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:19:53.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the things you'll see</title><content type='html'>So I'm reading some of the recent Fark.com listings this morning and I come across "&lt;a href="http://www.thisislondon.co.uk/news/article-23528170-details/article.do?ito=newsnow&amp;amp;"&gt;Dog swallows two-foot-long stick and survives.  Your dog doesn't want stake&lt;/a&gt;."  I chuckled to myself about how domestication seems to have robbed some animals of their survival instinct.  I wondered how many wolves find long sticks on the ground ~ probably on a daily basis; and then how many decide to attempt to swallow said long sticks ~ probably none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus convinced of my logical vindication, I continued perusing the listings and came across "&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1042139/Man-choked-death-fairy-cake-eating-competition.html"&gt;It was only a matter of time.  Man chokes to death during a cake-eating competition&lt;/a&gt;."  Isn't it funny how the universe will poke you in the ego right when you need it?  This dude tries to one-up his friends who have shoved 2, 3 and 4 "fairy cakes" (whatever the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heck&lt;/span&gt; those are) into their mouths by stuffing FIVE in his pie-, forgive me, cakehole.  He collapsed on his way to the "toilets" in convulsions and died at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qg1ckCkm8YI"&gt;Fairy-cake fragments.  Don't breathe this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess stuffing your face with too much crap is just part of hanging around with humans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-6072447925766487030?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/6072447925766487030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/6072447925766487030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-things-youll-see.html' title='Oh the things you&apos;ll see'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-8608088399029916213</id><published>2008-08-06T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:50:27.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to their racks?</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note memorializing the disappearance of &lt;a href="http://www.paloaltodailynews.com/"&gt;Daily News&lt;/a&gt; boxes along my route to lunch.  I've been gone a couple of weeks from the lunch scene, but upon resuming my food-seeking treks, I noticed that there were no newspaper boxes along my path on Page Mill Road where there were previously three or more.  I was relegated to searching the boxes on El Camino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-8608088399029916213?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8608088399029916213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8608088399029916213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-happened-to-their-racks.html' title='What happened to their racks?'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-5641248891489827147</id><published>2008-07-31T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T14:58:35.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Best = Botox Injections</title><content type='html'>Mark Spitz gets skewered in this &lt;a href="http://www.mercurynews.com/ci_10052862?nclick_check=1"&gt;article by Ann Killion at the Mercury News&lt;/a&gt;.  Why you hatin' AK?  A brother's gotta eat.  I will concede: hawking botox injections is a bit of a come-down from winning 7 gold medals in 1972, but if even Ms. Killion seems convinced of Spitz's genuine enthusiasm for his paralyzed face, then good on him, I say!  At least he's doing something that excites him.  Some Olympic athletes like to parlay their success into motivational speaker gigs or celebrity has-been reality shows or even fodder for med school applications.  Even if not the most noble of professions, selling botox to make people feel good about themselves is not nearly as titillating as perhaps getting caught partying in a short skirt without any underwear ~ especially for a 58-year-old dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are gems of irony and real humor in the article as well though.  I especially liked the anecdote about bullshitting the Russian swim coach into getting all the Russians to grow mustaches as well (nostalgia for the good old days when the bad guys were Reds... although I guess some things never change).  But Ms. Killion sledgehammers the last line by tying the new Speedo swimsuit technology (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speedo_LZR"&gt;LZR&lt;/a&gt;) to Spitz's botox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-5641248891489827147?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/5641248891489827147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/5641248891489827147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/07/personal-best-botox-injections.html' title='Personal Best = Botox Injections'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-5844846903277600164</id><published>2008-07-16T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:02:41.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By Jingo, Chinese Paranoia Pondered</title><content type='html'>I never would have thought I would have a chance to use "jingoism" in my blog twice in one week, although honestly because I hardly ever post more than twice in one week, but this &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/thereporters/jamesreynolds/2008/07/national_sentiment.html"&gt;BBC blogger's post regarding his observations on the reactionary paranoia and bellicose nationalism&lt;/a&gt; displayed by many Chinese actually reflects some of my own observations.  He's definitely put more thought into it than I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The almost-defiant pride displayed by many mainland Chinese is quite frightening, and it is coupled with what I would call paranoid suspicion of foreigner's motives.  They often interpret adverse foreign actions as specially designed to attack Chinese pride &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in every case&lt;/span&gt;.  It's as if they believe that honor and "losing face" are sufficient in themselves to explain any adverse action.  Any other explanation, such as negligence (on the part of American bombers in Belgrade) or human rights (in the case of Tibet or political dissidents) are dismissed as facades for the true motivation of Western powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the other thing ~ Chinese I've spoken with tend to anthropomorphize (if that's the proper word) the entirety of Western society into a single sentient beast out to destroy their resurgence.  I patiently try to explain that Western society is composed of hundreds of millions of people, thousands of cultures and dozens of nations, and collective action on their part is not only improbable but patently ridiculous.  Even accepting that intellectually (and many of the Chinese I've socialized with are intellectuals), they nevertheless return to their (seemingly) instinctive Chinese v. foreigner mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've seen since the 90s is an unbridled growth in nationalistic pride, probably fostered in part by the Chinese government to silence dissent and solidify their position.  Tyrants throughout the 19th and 20th centuries have found ultra-nationalism to be a superb tool to ostracize the opposition and justify their methods ~ Napoleon. Hitler. Marco. Hirohito. Hussein. Khomeini. Mugabe.  In the transition from Communist patriarchy to Free-market socialists, I can only wonder if China will be able to check its swing into fascist police state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride is a cardinal sin because when mixed with other base human emotions, it leads to the other cardinal sins.  That is why it is the greatest of the cardinal sins; as Saint Thomas Aquinas wrote, "inordinate self-love is the cause of every sin."  What I've observed first-hand is a hubristic conviction that Chinese culture is superior to other cultures and therefore not susceptible to the dangers that history has shown us.  Many Chinese I've spoken with see no inordinate self-pride in placing themselves above the other nations of the world, and do not see the irony in nevertheless excoriating the Japanese, British or Germans for doing the same in the past.  Such willful blindness is incomprehensible to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-5844846903277600164?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/5844846903277600164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/5844846903277600164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/07/by-jingo-chinese-paranoia-pondered.html' title='By Jingo, Chinese Paranoia Pondered'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-8146806774911429181</id><published>2008-07-14T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:16:42.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, another use for my "Extender"</title><content type='html'>When I first "upgraded" *cough* from XP to Vista last year, I was excited about the possibility of streaming HD TV through my house and the unlimited storage space I could harness with my PC.  I'm generally fairly satisfied with how that vision turned out.  But in the process, I've discovered that I actually dislike most TV programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at all the programs I've recorded over the last year, I have some operas recorded off PBS, nature shows, a few documentaries about historical figures, and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crapload&lt;/span&gt; of "Family Guy."  It's actually an embarassing amount of Family Guy.  I can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaanyway, the end result of my discovery is that although I'm using the Media Center the way I meant to, I don't actually value it that much.  Add in some technical and execution faults (response time to commands is SLOW, menus are pretty-looking but often useless to me, I don't have the high speed "n" wireless so I've got wires criss-crossing my living room, etc. etc.), and the overall palate has a bittersweet finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But!!  If I could stream movies from &lt;a href="http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601087&amp;amp;sid=aKJRizBCzT74&amp;amp;refer=home"&gt;Netflix through my computer and Xbox 360&lt;/a&gt;, that would be another happy use.  A closer examination of the Netflix FAQ area shows that not all Netflix movies would be available, but rather a "separate, smaller library of 10,000 movies and TV episodes."  I suppose it's possible that all 10,000 could be crappy, given the amount of dreck on TV nowadays, but I'm definitely intrigued by the possibilities.  I suppose I'll give Netflix a try when they start that service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-8146806774911429181?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8146806774911429181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8146806774911429181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-another-use-for-my-extender.html' title='Finally, another use for my &quot;Extender&quot;'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-4180189230093909763</id><published>2008-07-14T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:50:00.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Miller time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/07/14/anheuser.inbev.ap/index.html"&gt;InBev to buy Anheuser-Busch for $52B&lt;/a&gt;.  The Belgians are coming.  There goes the neighborhood.  I'm not a huge fan of beer, or alcoholic beverages in general actually, but there are times when I like to throw one back and relax.  Honestly, Budweiser is not my first choice if I have to choose "one" to throw back.  My understanding is that Bud is an economical choice for multiple throwbacks or particularly large volume consumption.  I'm sure it's quite acceptable as bong fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, A-B is kind of an icon for American culture.  A final bastion of unrestrained jingoism: "yeah, it's cheap and tastes like piss, but it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our &lt;/span&gt;cheap piss ~ rah rah American flag."  As point of fact, A-B has, in recent years, tried to highlight in its ads its American ownership vis à vis SABMiller's South African ownership, and SABMiller has responded in kind with its "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbQRAQ_4Qas"&gt;President of Beers&lt;/a&gt;" commercial line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that argument now appears moot as the Europeans flex their economic muscle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-4180189230093909763?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4180189230093909763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4180189230093909763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-miller-time.html' title='It&apos;s Miller time!'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-1738427573285450284</id><published>2008-07-02T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:44:48.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiki Torch deaths</title><content type='html'>I originally saw the fark.com tag "&lt;span class="headline"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nj.com/news/ledger/topstories/index.ssf/2008/07/tikitorch_oil_kills_woman_and.html"&gt;NJ wins Darwin award for rash of tiki torch oil related deaths. Hair oil called in for questioning&lt;/a&gt;" and snickered a bit.  I clicked on the link and wondered whether I would be regaled with tales of self immolation or fiery hair-dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that people drank the tiki torch oil thinking it was apple juice.  The report does mention that the bottle is labeled "Tiki Torch Oil" and carries warnings in English and Spanish, so I'm gonna assume that it is responsibly labeled.  And the child that was injured was actually poured the oil as a drink by an adult, so apparently it's not immediately an instance of an attractive danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really what's going on here is a cluster of New Jerseyans who don't bother to read labels before ingesting things.  The report says the incidents were unrelated, so it wasn't just one person making a mistake that affected others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, FORGET reading nutrition labels for fat and calorie content.  These guys don't even read labels for "DANGER: EAT ME U DIE."  If it's in the kitchen, they eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-1738427573285450284?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1738427573285450284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1738427573285450284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/07/tiki-torch-deaths.html' title='Tiki Torch deaths'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-932856630371093138</id><published>2008-05-23T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:56:07.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunscreen: Boon to Bane?</title><content type='html'>According to a "new study commissioned by the European Commission" (can any hack write for AFP now?), &lt;a href="http://real-us.news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20080523/ts_afp/environmentpollutionspeciescoral"&gt;common sunscreens can damage and kill coral reefs&lt;/a&gt; even in small amounts.  That's just great.  So I'm in a tropical area, trying to limit skin damage, and now I can get guilt-tripped for getting in the water.  Well, hopefully someone will quickly develop some new environmentally-friendly sunscreens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-932856630371093138?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/932856630371093138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/932856630371093138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunscreen-boon-to-bane.html' title='Sunscreen: Boon to Bane?'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-3276388332887609777</id><published>2008-04-24T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:18.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet Coke has never been more disgusting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1r-gl2jFumY/SBELdWQD_HI/AAAAAAAAACs/nYNplYgWDeQ/s1600-h/cokec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192944444151954546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1r-gl2jFumY/SBELdWQD_HI/AAAAAAAAACs/nYNplYgWDeQ/s400/cokec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2008/04/23/ncoke123.xml"&gt;1500 Belgians simultaneously dropped Mentos into Diet Coke bottles&lt;/a&gt; causing the above scene...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-3276388332887609777?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3276388332887609777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3276388332887609777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/04/diet-coke-has-never-been-more.html' title='Diet Coke has never been more disgusting'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1r-gl2jFumY/SBELdWQD_HI/AAAAAAAAACs/nYNplYgWDeQ/s72-c/cokec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-2802184675575418058</id><published>2008-03-27T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:14:23.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerdtastic Reference Page</title><content type='html'>Sorry for this book-keeping post. Just a reference page for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunt&lt;br /&gt;Demonic Circle&lt;br /&gt;Arcane Barrage&lt;br /&gt;Hunger for Blood&lt;br /&gt;Chimaera Shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Red:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wowhead.com/?item=24027"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Orange:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wowhead.com/?item=24059"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Yellow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wowhead.com/?item=24047"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Green:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wowhead.com/?item=33782"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Blue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wowhead.com/?item=24033"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Purple:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wowhead.com/?item=24056"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Meta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wowhead.com/?item=25897"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-2802184675575418058?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/2802184675575418058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/2802184675575418058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/03/nerdtastic-reference-page.html' title='Nerdtastic Reference Page'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-3423907409243783488</id><published>2008-03-19T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T14:33:19.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think you know toilets? You don't know SQUAT!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen a squat toilet? If you haven't, it's basically a rectangular piece of porcelain, like an extraordinarily tall tile or something, with a ovoid &lt;em&gt;hole&lt;/em&gt; in the middle. The ones I've seen have "convenient" textured areas on either side of the &lt;em&gt;hole&lt;/em&gt; to provide better traction for your shoes. I'd never seen one prior to my visit to China in 2001. In some of the touristy areas, the public restrooms would be equipped with them. To say I was "relieved" (haha! me so funny) to be staying in hotels with sit-down toilets instead of the squatting toilets would be an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, China's potty training has come home to roost. Apparently after doing test-runs (zomg "runs"! I kill me) in Olympic venues, the Chinese organizers have decided to add some sit-down toilets after receiving numerous complaints that the only facilities available were the squatting toilets. Apparently they won't all be replaced, but every venue should have some seated toilets. "The percentage will depend on the situation of each venue. We are doing our best to improve on the current circumstances." Sounds pretty lame to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shouldn't impose my expectations on bathroom facilities on other cultures, but having traveled &lt;em&gt;extensively&lt;/em&gt; throughout the world, I can say that aside from a surprising Italian highway rest stop, I can't remember ever seeing those squat toilets outside of China. To be fair, I have used ditch latrines in less developed countries, but none of those are hosting the Olympics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I also considered calling this blog entry, "Did Mao Have a Wide Stance?" but it didn't seem as descriptive of the real controversy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-3423907409243783488?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3423907409243783488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3423907409243783488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/03/think-you-know-toilets-you-dont-know.html' title='Think you know toilets? You don&apos;t know SQUAT!'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-9142553733988862280</id><published>2008-03-03T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:31:18.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L2Read Ks n00b</title><content type='html'>I was watching a consumer-oriented news report on the local CBS news tonight and it concerned car title loans.  Apparently you put up the title to your vehicle as collateral on a loan.  Sounds pretty straightforward right?  Well the catch is that the lenders tend to charge &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; interest rates on the loan, which is &lt;strong&gt;completely understandable&lt;/strong&gt; considering that a the collateral loses value at a huge rate.  If you don't have decent credit, the annual percentage interest can be something like 90%.  The example shown was an $8500 dollar loan that over three years would incur $15,000 in interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, if someone needs money from strangers that urgently and doesn't have the credit rating to cover a more conventional loan, that person tends to be, shall we say, under-skilled at financial management.  In fact, I would go as far as to say they could foreseeably "forget" to read contracts with 90% APRs in black and white and large letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what "predatory lending" is, technically; I would think it's some statutory term.  But in a dictionary sense, it seems these kinds of loans are definitely predatory on people who most likely don't understand loans.  That said, the upside is that the number of these kinds of loans can't possibly be very high considering that most people won't hold valuable cars free and clear if they don't understand money.  In any case, I found myself with little sympathy for the lady who screwed herself over by agreeing to the loan based on her Cadillac Escalade she received as a gift from a relative who paid CASH for it.  Come to think of it, &lt;em&gt;has she paid her gift tax on that Caddy?!&lt;/em&gt;  Someone call the Board of Equalization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm being uncharacteristically vindictive in this post, but I was uncharacteristically annoyed by the stupidity being fostered by the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-9142553733988862280?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/9142553733988862280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/9142553733988862280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/03/l2read-ks-n00b.html' title='L2Read Ks n00b'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-6505590620031264370</id><published>2008-02-15T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:07:32.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Fengshui means to the Golden Arches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gold_%28color%29"&gt;Golden&lt;/a&gt;? Too electric.  &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lemon Cream arches&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cornsilk arches&lt;/span&gt;? Muted earth tones and an open watery dining area seem to be the prescription for a &lt;a href="http://la.eater.com/archives/2008/02/13/only_in_socal_the_countrys_first_feng_shui_mcdonalds.php"&gt;Fengshui McDonald's in Hacienda Heights &lt;/a&gt;near LA.  As a tangent, I think that's where this cool Buddhist temple is that serves a very decent veggie lunch for a very reasonable price.  But if you don't want to go the vegetarian route, you can now get your zen on at McD's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They mention that they're putting a McCafe in the new McDonald's.  They tried a McCafe at my local McDonald's here, and it didn't do so hot.  It was actually a pretty decent little coffee shop, but I never saw anyone go in.  I think they may have been intimidated by the swanky decor compared to the tile floors and plastic swivel chairs of the McDonald's.  It definitely threw me for a loop.  Well, best of luck to them; may their feng blow and shui flow freely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-6505590620031264370?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/6505590620031264370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/6505590620031264370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-fengshui-means-to-golden-arches.html' title='What Fengshui means to the Golden Arches'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-1774649656749584605</id><published>2008-02-14T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:51:19.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not his only crime...</title><content type='html'>I was waiting in the doctor's clinic reading my favorite newspaper, The Palo Alto Daily News.  It's my favorite mainly because it's FREE, but also because it gives local news not given by most internet providers.  Anyway, the story I read this morning was that a local &lt;a href="http://www.paloaltodailynews.com/article/2008-2-14-irs-raid"&gt;restauranteur, Simon Yuan, was sentenced to four months&lt;/a&gt; in a "detention facility," four months of home confinement, and a year of supervised release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't seen the reports that federal tax agents had busted into his establishment 3 years ago; the article says they blew open the front and back doors of the restaurant.  I wish I could have seen that.  Tax evasion seems like such an attractive crime.  A criminal could almost convince themselves that there's no victim or at least see themselves as some sort of small-scale Robin Hood, stealing from the rich to give to themselves.  However, it's still a crime of theft with the motive of greed and personal enrichment.  Simon used the proceeds to fund trips for his wife and luxury automobiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the biggest crime against our Palo Alto Community itself, however, is related to the so-called Hunan cuisine they serve there.  Having been taken to eat at my white friends' "favorite Chinese restaurant" and being served the "Hunan" food there, I feel violated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have much against Americanized Chinese food ~ if I know that's what I'm gonna get.  PF Chang's? Get me some Pepto-bismol and I'm gtg.  Panda Express? It probably saved my life when I was living in Virginia.  But the problem isn't the Americanization of the menu (which is obvious from the cocktail bar, upscale decor and smarmy white-tablecloth service).  It's that the food tastes genuinely WEIRD.  I mean... it's weird.  I order a signature Hunan dish ~ Hunan spicy pork, and it LOOKS like Hunan spicy pork, but what's that flavor?  And the flavor extends across the menu (that I've tried) ~ it's like they have a "special" sauce going on back there that they douse everything with.  I'm guessing it's polyurethane.  That, or semen (which I've never tried and could explain my inability to place the flavor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add insult to injury, just a few miles away is Hunan Homes restaurant, which while far from being my first choice in Chinese restaurants, serves very credible Hunan food without the weird taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-1774649656749584605?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1774649656749584605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1774649656749584605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-his-only-crime.html' title='Not his only crime...'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-3626725259525535348</id><published>2008-02-12T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T10:30:27.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to write about</title><content type='html'>Actually, the title of this post is inaccurate. It would be more accurate to say there's a lot to write about, but nothing that I want to write about. There's actually a ton of stuff going on in my life atm ~ people moving all over the place, politics, health issues, and of course my nephew and niece (so cute!) - but none of those topics seems like something I want to put in this meaningless blog. Apparently, my posting criteria are (a) pithy and (b) insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously, my last few posts have been about Wii-mote modifications, a comedy painting near a bathroom, and the SMURFS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-3626725259525535348?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3626725259525535348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3626725259525535348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/02/nothing-to-write-about.html' title='Nothing to write about'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-2191605564767864979</id><published>2008-01-24T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T14:21:49.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wii-mote Mino-wity Wii-port</title><content type='html'>I saw a link to the &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~johnny/projects/wii/"&gt;webpage of this guy, Johnny Chung Lee&lt;/a&gt;, while reading my tri-weekly dose of profane humor at penny-arcade.com. In it, he describes how he's used the Nintendo Wii's controller to create different input devices, for instance, tracking the fingertips a la Minority Report, albeit in 2-D. It's pretty rudimentary, and actually somewhat elementary once you understand the basics of what he's working with, but considering the ease and and common availability of what he's talking about - he points out that there are more wiis out there than tablet PCs, making it one of the most common electronic input devices - it really makes me wonder why I'm still using a mouse and keyboard. Or at least a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does note that he's planning on working on 3-D tracking using the "Wiimote" with the same principles ~ something that would mainly be constrained by the infrared camera's resolution, I assume. Anyway, it's fun watching his well-presented videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm embedding a youtube video where he uses the wii to track the head for a virtual-reality-type display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jd3-eiid-Uw&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jd3-eiid-Uw&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-2191605564767864979?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/2191605564767864979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/2191605564767864979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/01/wii-mote-mino-wity-wii-port.html' title='The Wii-mote Mino-wity Wii-port'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-4044025664337220893</id><published>2008-01-17T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:18.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colbert's portrait hanging in the National Portrait Gallery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1r-gl2jFumY/R4_faggKqAI/AAAAAAAAACc/ocouC-DCnwA/s1600-h/art_colbert_ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156585744856950786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1r-gl2jFumY/R4_faggKqAI/AAAAAAAAACc/ocouC-DCnwA/s320/art_colbert_ap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/TV/01/17/people.colbert.ap/index.html"&gt;Stephen Colbert has successfully managed to get his portrait into the National Portrait Gallery&lt;/a&gt;, there to hang next to other important images like portraits of the founding fathers and the sign saying "all employees must wash hands before returning to work."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The article is pretty funny as it cites Colbert's "sack work" as very persuasive and instrumental in getting his portrait hung there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, the portrait is only there for six weeks and is NOT joining the gallery's collection (not YET, as we hope).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-4044025664337220893?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4044025664337220893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4044025664337220893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/01/colberts-portrait-hanging-in-national.html' title='Colbert&apos;s portrait hanging in the National Portrait Gallery'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1r-gl2jFumY/R4_faggKqAI/AAAAAAAAACc/ocouC-DCnwA/s72-c/art_colbert_ap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-3707361934653483851</id><published>2008-01-16T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:26:14.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh noez! They be takin' mah Scrabulous!</title><content type='html'>OMG. It's happening. Hasbro and Mattel, who split ownership of the Scrabble trademark, have asked the Indian developers of Scrabulous (or the Faboo Scraboo as I call it) to &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/7191264.stm"&gt;remove Scrabulous from Facebook&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the BBC article, they claim that Scrabulous is infringing their copyrights. Now, I have no idea why the BBC links Hasbro's and Mattel's Scrabble trademark ownership to copyrights, but I assume BBC means that Hasbro and Mattel (H&amp;amp;M) split ownership of certain copyrighted materials in Scrabble. I don't think there's really any question that the identical Scrabble board, game rules, tile values, and tile counts (and more) are copyrights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem is if H&amp;amp;M think they can make their own online Scrabble game, they might want to choke off competition to open the field for their game. Another problem is the amount of control H&amp;amp;M could exert on licensees might be hard to negotiate. They might insist on name changes, design changes, advertising changes, etc. I hope that H&amp;amp;M is willing to give these guys a license. In any case, SOS ~ Save our Scrabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/technology/2008/01/facebook_scrabulous_and_the_en.html"&gt;Here's an interesting blog on this story from the BBC with an insightful quote&lt;/a&gt;: "my point is that, as Google has already found, the early dreams of being a happy-clappy, open-source, 'do no evil' kind of business soon fade when the realisation dawns that you are worth suing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Here's a &lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.com/s/785554"&gt;link from Yahoo to a video from ABC news&lt;/a&gt;.  Basically the same stuff, but it &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; reveal that Hasbro sold a license to Electronic Arts a few months ago for electronic versions of its games.  I'm guessing that means Scrabulous is going the way of the dodo.  /cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-3707361934653483851?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3707361934653483851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3707361934653483851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-noez-they-be-takin-mah-scrabulous.html' title='Oh noez! They be takin&apos; mah Scrabulous!'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-5068844410757977652</id><published>2008-01-14T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T15:37:37.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smurfy 50th Smurfiversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jam.canoe.ca/Television/2008/01/14/4772290-ap.html"&gt;Wow, the Smurfs are old.  50-years-old to be precise&lt;/a&gt;.  I just remember watching them in the '80s and getting a Smurf Sing-Along LP album.  In retrospect, I never really liked them, but it was better than watching the other stuff on TV.  As much as I enjoy golf now as Saturday naptime TV, I despised it when I was ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have a Smurftastic Smurfiversary... Now it's time to celebrate with 99 smurfs on 1 smurfette action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-5068844410757977652?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/5068844410757977652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/5068844410757977652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/01/smurfy-50th-smurfiversary.html' title='Smurfy 50th Smurfiversary!'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-7764663498981844742</id><published>2008-01-11T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T13:22:22.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surf's Up in Half Moon Bay!</title><content type='html'>Wow ~ the world class &lt;a href="http://www.maverickssurf.com/Home/"&gt;Mavericks Surf Contest&lt;/a&gt; is going to be held tomorrow off Half Moon Bay, just over the hills from where I live.  It must be amazing to see how that small community copes with the large number of people that show up for that event.  It's bad enough on normal weekends with beach-goers and hikers, but with an international surf contest it must be craaazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/maverickssurf"&gt;Mavericks MySpace page&lt;/a&gt; will be having a live web-cast of the event, and the organizers are trying to tell people to stay away to avoid impacting the sensitive coastal flora and fauna.  As the ninja turtles, who as denizens of the NY sewer are such poseurs for sounding like stereotypical surfer dudes, would say, the contest will be totally tubular, man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-7764663498981844742?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/7764663498981844742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/7764663498981844742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/01/surfs-up-in-half-moon-bay.html' title='Surf&apos;s Up in Half Moon Bay!'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-6795032310292243480</id><published>2008-01-10T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:59:13.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proposed closure of state parks!</title><content type='html'>I read in &lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/01/10/BAEUUD920.DTL&amp;amp;feed=rss.bayarea"&gt;SFGate that the governuh's budget plan&lt;/a&gt; includes the proposed closure of 48 State Parks/Recreational Areas/etc.  The full list is &lt;a href="http://govbud.dof.ca.gov/BudgetSummary/ImagePages/FG-RES-01.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, but the primary impact to me would be the closure of 9 in the Bay Area.  To my relief, these closures would be temporary until the State budget situation improves, with reduced budgets going to patrols of the closed parks.  In any case, I don't think I've been to the State parks mentioned, although I'm a big fan of the State Park system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-6795032310292243480?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/6795032310292243480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/6795032310292243480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/01/proposed-closure-of-state-parks.html' title='Proposed closure of state parks!'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-3905872702807827483</id><published>2008-01-02T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:18.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>w00t ~ word of the year for 2007!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1r-gl2jFumY/R3vloAgKp_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/NG56S5CJljI/s1600-h/w00t-yellowblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150963074320738290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1r-gl2jFumY/R3vloAgKp_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/NG56S5CJljI/s320/w00t-yellowblue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2007/12/12/2117009.htm?section=justin"&gt;Merriam-Webster has named&lt;/a&gt; "w00t" the word of the year for 2007. Although I've been using w00t! for years ~ I remember using it during my Everquest days, possibly as early as 2001 ~ apparently the movement in the English language towards texting and computer aided communication has brought this celebratory phrase to the forefront.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I own (or pwn) &lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts/gaming/38e7/"&gt;this shirt.&lt;/a&gt; It's sweet and now has a culturally significant word on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-3905872702807827483?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3905872702807827483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3905872702807827483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2008/01/w00t-word-of-year-for-2007.html' title='w00t ~ word of the year for 2007!'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1r-gl2jFumY/R3vloAgKp_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/NG56S5CJljI/s72-c/w00t-yellowblue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-1431523853284212782</id><published>2007-12-30T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T13:12:55.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racial choices in ski resorts?</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a ski trip last week.  The snow was a bit sparse and the temperatures never got out of the teens on the slopes.  Still, it was good fun.  But I'm not remarking on those subjects.  What struck me this time was how at one resort, Mt. Rose in Nevada, there were large numbers (I'm talking like 50-70% of the people I saw) of Asian-Americans.  By contrast, the next day at Squaw Valley, my brother and I were actively searching for Asian-Americans but could see only very few - I'm talking maybe 20-30 out of the hundreds if not thousands of other skiiers we encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me reemphasize: there was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; disparity between Asian-American attendance at Mt. Rose ski resort v. Squaw Valley USA.  It was completely mystifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the American Way(TM) would have it: In times of uncertainty, fall back on gross stereotypes.  (Just kidding!)  A family member of mine postulated that, based on the stereotype of Asians as "cheap" or at least bargain hunters, the Asian American attendance disparity could be explained by the pecuniary savings associated with staying in Reno, which provides (1) cheap lodging because of casinos, (2) cheap food, and (3) shorter drive from Reno to Mt. Rose v. Squaw Valley.  However, I am skeptical of this explanation because Squaw is not inconvenient from Reno at all and is probably only 20-30 minutes further.  As point of fact, we ourselves stayed in Reno and enjoyed the savings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squaw Valley is of course more expensive (I payed 62 for my ticket at Squaw v. 45 for Mt. Rose), but it's a much more extensive resort with more varied terrain (imho).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, Squaw Valley charges for non-skiing family members to get to some of the more convenient lodges (cable car and/or funitel rides), whereas Mt. Rose's major lodges are easily accessible.  I know that some Asian matrons don't ski themselves but like to stake out tables in the super-crowded Mt. Rose lodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with these various factors, I am still curious about the day and night difference between the two resorts.  The disparity is just so crazily glaring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-1431523853284212782?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1431523853284212782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1431523853284212782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/12/racial-choices-in-ski-resorts.html' title='Racial choices in ski resorts?'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-1000879869890143909</id><published>2007-12-20T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T13:48:31.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it that obvious?</title><content type='html'>So, I was talking to a police officer the other day, and within 10 minutes he looks at me, head askew, and asks me, "Are you a lawyer?"  Apparently just the way I was answering his questions triggered that suspicion in his head.  He said that I never answered anything in absolutes and seemed to consider what I was saying longer than most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that police officer particularly astute? Obviously he's probably dealt with more lawyers than the average guy on the street, but it's not like I was being uncooperative and asserting arcane rights.  I wonder if he's ever accused non-lawyers of talking like lawyers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-1000879869890143909?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1000879869890143909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1000879869890143909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-it-that-obvious.html' title='Is it that obvious?'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-1305525241262407473</id><published>2007-12-19T19:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:36:51.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Burning for the 21st Century</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20071219/film_nm/compass_vatican_dc"&gt;Vatican and many religious groups in the U.S. are urging Christians not to watch&lt;/a&gt; "The Golden Compass," a movie based on the first book of Phillip Pullman's trilogy, "His Dark Materials."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I admit the movie was not particularly engaging (although it looked amazing and some of the acting was quite good), but it seems that the Catholic Church should have bigger concerns than a children's book. Besides, far from advocating atheism, it specifically celebrates the soul and its gift of free will to humanity. Still, it definitely does bad-mouth organized religion as an attack on that free will and exploration of the human experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just rambling here I guess. I found the books quite interesting, but the schizophrenia the movies seem to show between being a mature fantasy and a child's adventure is definitely evident and hampers the movie. I watched the movie a week after it came out and the 9:30pm showing had like only 20 people in it... I'm hoping the future installments (if there are any) will be more exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-1305525241262407473?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1305525241262407473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1305525241262407473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/12/book-burning-for-21st-century.html' title='Book Burning for the 21st Century'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-525697049389336254</id><published>2007-12-14T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T12:04:20.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commodore 64, aye aye!</title><content type='html'>I was munching a hamburger and reading the Palo Alto Daily News on Monday and I saw an article reporting that a &lt;a href="http://www.computerhistory.org/events/index.php?id=1193702785"&gt;discussion panel marking the 25th Anniversary of the release of the Commodore 64&lt;/a&gt; would be meeting that night at the &lt;a href="http://www.computerhistory.org/"&gt;Computer History Museum in Mountain View&lt;/a&gt;! Naturally, my mind raced and my bite of hamburger balled up in my mouth as I mulled the idea of 25 years (!) of Commodore 64.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've never actually owned a C64 (my dad got me an Atari 1600, which I mainly used to play Pac-Man), but I recall it being a pretty big deal. I HAD to go to this event, if only because I wanted to hear stories and perspective from the pioneers of the personal computer business. We heard from Jack Tramiel (founder and head of Commodore), Steve Wozniak (the Wizard of "Woz" from Apple), Adam Chowaniec (who led the development of the Amiga), and William Lowe (who led the team doing the IBM PC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although much edified and entertained by these stars of the computer industry, I was perhaps most impressed by the benefits of Museum membership! I was thinking I would just head to the event and go listen to the people. But there were hundreds upon hundreds of people at the event, and apparently Museum members and their guests who RSVPed got reserved spots!  AND they get access to the reception with posh food/appetizers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing my good friend is a member of the Museum. I called him up, hamburger still unchewed, and told him about my Nerd Emergency and he replied that he was already fully apprised of the Nerd Alert, and, in fact, he could add me to his "member guest" RSVP. Thanks, man, I owe you one.  That reception was &lt;em&gt;da bomb&lt;/em&gt;.  I think I ate about 5 pounds of seared tuna (mercury be-damned!) and washed that down with a bushel of olives and a forest of chicken satay skewers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-525697049389336254?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/525697049389336254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/525697049389336254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/12/commodore-64-aye-aye.html' title='Commodore 64, aye aye!'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-4813873104785208926</id><published>2007-12-07T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:27:03.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cake is a lie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RthZgszykLs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RthZgszykLs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the end credits to this game, Portal, part of the orange box of Half-life 2. I don't really like puzzle games so I've never played this, but they take the cake as far as end credits that I've seen go (pun so totally intended). As far as I can glean from cursory readings of descriptions of the game, you are some sort of guineau pig at the mercy of an AI computer that is convinced it is doing important research and breaking a few "eggs" in making its omelette. Along the way, the AI baits you with the promise of cake, but graffiti left from (presumably) earlier subjects insists that "The Cake is a Lie!" In the end, you break the AI into pieces and incinerate those pieces. The song is just so catchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-4813873104785208926?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4813873104785208926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4813873104785208926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/12/cake-is-lie.html' title='The cake is a lie!'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-8032490011719933407</id><published>2007-11-20T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:19.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man, this candy tastes like Asse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1r-gl2jFumY/R0N8Se8Q3RI/AAAAAAAAACI/Ly5tPOgrqtY/s1600-h/asse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135084657117814034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1r-gl2jFumY/R0N8Se8Q3RI/AAAAAAAAACI/Ly5tPOgrqtY/s320/asse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://candyaddict.com/blog/2006/01/22/review-asse-the-unfortunately-named-chocolate-candy/"&gt;Whoever named this candy didn't do enough research.&lt;/a&gt; I guess this is somewhat analogous to Ford selling the Nova in Mexico under the same name ("No go").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-8032490011719933407?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8032490011719933407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8032490011719933407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-man-this-candy-tastes-like-asse.html' title='Oh man, this candy tastes like Asse.'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1r-gl2jFumY/R0N8Se8Q3RI/AAAAAAAAACI/Ly5tPOgrqtY/s72-c/asse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-2181859152983475197</id><published>2007-11-15T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:21:43.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video-game-themed Marching Band Show</title><content type='html'>Check out this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EuRfQlMu2VY"&gt;halftime show from the 11/3/07&lt;/a&gt; Cal Football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it would have been cool to get one shot from the student side, I guess Cal students don't know how to use video cameras and editing tools and have never discovered YouTube. Yes, that must be the reason I can't find one from the right-side-up perspective (or I'm just lazy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has music and formations eliciting Pong, Tetris, Mortal Kombat, Pokemon and Super Mario Bros. A true delight for an old video-gaming fart like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I watched the Cal band playing this in the much ballyhooed Big Game for their half-time show as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-2181859152983475197?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/2181859152983475197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/2181859152983475197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/11/video-game-themed-marching-band-show.html' title='Video-game-themed Marching Band Show'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-7739921861276901310</id><published>2007-11-07T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T15:33:56.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the Season for huge electricity bills</title><content type='html'>Christmas lights are a tradition that, while exposed to in my youth, I did not fully experience until an adult.  I remember thinking during my freshman year in college that a "hay ride" through neighborhoods festooned with Christmas lights was dorky and gay at best, but actually having gone on said "ride" I must say it was actually pretty entertaining.  I would have balked at caroling and wassailing, but hot apple cider and fanatical light shows are surprisingly satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I never saw anything that comes within even spitting distance of this display, found on youtube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3MdmLpDpP4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3MdmLpDpP4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Christmas light show set to the disco tune "A Fifth of Beethoven."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-7739921861276901310?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/7739921861276901310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/7739921861276901310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/11/tis-season-for-huge-electricity-bills.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season for huge electricity bills'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-983345852648752538</id><published>2007-11-05T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:41:27.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newt Migration!!</title><content type='html'>Wow ~ ok, the east bay does have some cool events after all. Apparently they &lt;a href="http://www.ktvu.com/video/14518662/index.html"&gt;close a road in the Tilden Regional Park in Berkeley for a NEWT migration.&lt;/a&gt; It's kinda sad that when i put in Newt migration in the google video plug in, it brought up Newt Gingrich, but since  Newt is (thankfully) not associated with our great State, putting "california newt" in the plugin seemed to have popped up some ok-looking links instead of an irrelevant demagogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the salamanders ~ I remember when we found one when I was in middle school back in Cupe-town. We brought it back to our science class and put it in a terrarium where we fed it those grubs. Then it swelled. I don't think it got fat because it was quite turgid. It might have been fat, but in any case, newts aren't supposed to look like that, so our teacher (Ms. Schiros, bless her surreptitiously-smoking heart) supposedly returned him/her/it (or, "the newt") to its natural environment. Or maybe she didn't. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's cool seeing these newts are spared the rigors of the road as well as seeing that the East Bay has more than cows and tract housing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-983345852648752538?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/983345852648752538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/983345852648752538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/11/newt-migration.html' title='Newt Migration!!'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-1518749141048519342</id><published>2007-11-01T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T15:56:03.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Soviet Russia, "In Dog We Trust"</title><content type='html'>Here's a CNN article on &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/LIVING/wayoflife/11/01/ten.dogs/index.html"&gt;10 dogs that changed the world&lt;/a&gt;. My favorite is an account of how Pope Clement VII was bitten by Cardinal Wolsey's dog and subsequently refused to grant the divorce of Henry VIII and Catherine of Aragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the article overplays the roles of the dogs rather egregiously ~ for instance, the refusal to annul Henry's marriage was an extraordinarily sensitive political decision involving threats from Catherine's brother, the Holy Roman Empire ~ it's kinda funny reading about these forgotten canines from other ages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-1518749141048519342?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1518749141048519342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1518749141048519342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-soviet-russia-in-dog-we-trust.html' title='In Soviet Russia, &quot;In Dog We Trust&quot;'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-8326905934822823596</id><published>2007-11-01T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:38:23.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake</title><content type='html'>I didn't even think to write about the mild earthquake on Tuesday night.  The only reason I'm writing now is because I read &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/01/us/01quake.html?ref=us"&gt;an article&lt;/a&gt; in the NY Times website and it mentioned some blogger who was "sleep-deprived" because of worry of aftershocks.  As a native of coastal California, I know the threat of earthquakes is real, but losing sleep over it seems sad.  Que será, será.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get your earthquake kit in order and confirm you live in a building that meets the safety codes.  Worrying about the 9.0 earthquake that buildings aren't designed to handle is like worrying about spontaneously combusting (Hey, supposedly it happens!).  Of course, I don't have a safety kit prepared so I guess I'll probably be one of those victims on TV holding up a crudely painted sign to the news chopper above saying "Send help!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-8326905934822823596?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8326905934822823596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8326905934822823596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/11/earthquake.html' title='Earthquake'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-5709292432367027006</id><published>2007-10-30T13:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T13:56:18.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharks and Tasers</title><content type='html'>Dual post today ~ one vexation and the other vindication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20071030/od_uk_nm/oukoe_uk_iraq_shark;_ylt=AjlkK.p_faHpCRIn4rvGIPys0NUE"&gt;story is that a shark was caught in the Euphrates River&lt;/a&gt; about 200km from the sea.  Locals blame the U.S. military for placing the shark in the river:  "Tahseen Ali, a teacher, said there was a '75 percent chance' Americans had put the shark in the water.  'This is very frightening for us. Our children always swim in the river and I believe that there are more sharks. I believe that America is behind this matter,' said fisherman Hatim Karim."  I hope that they found the most paranoid teacher and deluded fisherman to quote, because if these types of assumptions are commonplace in Iraq, then we are apparently seen as three-headed demons there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, the funny tasering incident returns with what I believe to be the proper result.  &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20071030/ap_on_re_us/student_tasered;_ylt=AoyCVSQQXAnjq1wpbmRT1wqs0NUE"&gt;Mr. Meyer avoids further charges by apologizing to the University&lt;/a&gt; for breaking the rules of the forum and agreeing to 18 months of probation: "I'm so sorry that I lost my control in that auditorium," he wrote. "I went there to ask an important question. The question of voter disenfranchisement in America cuts to the heart of our democracy, and my failure to act calmly resulted in this important town forum ending without the discourse intended. For that, I am truly sorry."  He seems much more intelligent when he's not hijacking a Q&amp;amp;A to turn it into his own personal soapbox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-5709292432367027006?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/5709292432367027006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/5709292432367027006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/10/sharks-and-tasers.html' title='Sharks and Tasers'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-1925128515504167546</id><published>2007-10-24T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T14:31:43.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self: follow the rules and you won't be tased</title><content type='html'>Perhaps my favorite incident this summer was when Andrew Meyer was yelling, "Don't tase me, bro!  Don't tase me! ~~ YAOAOWOOOAOW!!"  The exquisite schadenfreude of an overzealous moron getting zapped is a mystery of the human psyche, but dammit if I don't enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to see that the peace officers that attempted to enforce the rules of the Q&amp;amp;A session and ended up tasing Mr. Meyer &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21454383/"&gt;were cleared of wrong-doing&lt;/a&gt;.  Of course, I am not unsympathetic to Mr. Meyer's plight.  It's gotta suck being tased after a politician dodged your questions.  Zzzzzzap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-1925128515504167546?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1925128515504167546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1925128515504167546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/10/note-to-self-follow-rules-and-you-wont.html' title='Note to self: follow the rules and you won&apos;t be tased'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-4064681125530591407</id><published>2007-10-23T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T09:35:02.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Osama =/= Obama</title><content type='html'>I know Mitt Romney is a busy guy, and I know that sometimes what political rivals do can be mystifying and hard to comprehend sometimes. Sometimes I wonder what ultra-conservatives are thinking, and I'm sure they wonder when liberals will be scourged from the earth in a sea of hellfire. I kid (kinda). But regardless of how busy you are, there's really no excuse for &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20071023/ap_po/romney_obama;_ylt=AknTddCysXESSHHBCtEh2Ees0NUE"&gt;confusing a leading Presidential candidate with the grand-poobah of our enemies&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Romney thought that it was Obama, not Osama, that had put out a tape yesterday. Because that's how Democrats spread the word: with recordings made in caves and released over the internet. Sure...   It was no slip of the tongue either.  He actually brought it up while talking about Democrats and corrected "Osama" to "Barack Obama" in mid-speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people probably think, big deal, anyone can mistake the two names. Yeah... maybe if the names were of Paulo and Pablo, two random dudes in Brazil. But these are two of the most famous people in the world with ideologies diametrically opposed. If you can't identify friend (and as Americans we are all friends regardless of our differences) from foe when you have no power, I don't want you having any power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-4064681125530591407?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4064681125530591407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4064681125530591407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/10/osama-obama.html' title='Osama =/= Obama'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-951679723751294700</id><published>2007-10-19T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T14:11:56.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome imagery for the day...</title><content type='html'>A flaming squirrel lands on a car's engine compartment, which subsequently explodes.  Terrorist/kamikaze squirrels have new martyr.  &lt;a href="http://www.nj.com/hudsoncountynow/index.ssf/2007/10/flaming_squirrel_ignites_car_i.html"&gt;Story here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-951679723751294700?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/951679723751294700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/951679723751294700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/10/awesome-imagery-for-day.html' title='Awesome imagery for the day...'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-5906712362213673110</id><published>2007-10-17T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:52:40.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Google Statistics</title><content type='html'>According to this &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/technologyNews/idUSPAR75016820071017?rpc=92&amp;amp;pageNumber=1"&gt;Reuter's story&lt;/a&gt;, Italy leads in searches for "Viagra" and Chile leads in searches for "gay."  Other word stats included, too, like "Kate Moss" and "burrito" (Ireland and the U.S. respectively lead).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-5906712362213673110?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/5906712362213673110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/5906712362213673110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/10/fun-google-statistics.html' title='Fun Google Statistics'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-9198688458837654137</id><published>2007-10-15T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:53:32.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WWII Gun Battery Reopens in Marin</title><content type='html'>I remember hiking in Marin Headlands in 6th grade as part of a week-long school field trip and seeing some very impressive concrete bunkers left over from before World War II.  There were also Nike missile batteries, as I recall, although I may be confusing that with Angel Island's missile batteries.  Anyhoo, flat concrete slabs from a Cold War missile battery are not nearly as impressive as concrete bunkers hewn from the hillside with views out over the sea.  Missile hatches do not elicit the awe that gun anchorages meant to secure 16-in naval guns into the hillside do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2007/10/15/BA1FSQ1NF.DTL&amp;amp;feed=rss.bayarea"&gt;Reading about a recent re-opening of "Battery Townsley" in Marin&lt;/a&gt; makes me want to go up there and take a look around.  Maybe it will remind me of that trip in the 1980s as an 11-yr-old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-9198688458837654137?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/9198688458837654137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/9198688458837654137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/10/wwii-gun-battery-reopens-in-marin.html' title='WWII Gun Battery Reopens in Marin'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-5950867882747171668</id><published>2007-10-11T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T08:58:20.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"In Rainbows"? only from another's perspective</title><content type='html'>I'm currently in queue to download Radiohead's "In Rainbows." How much do I plan to pay for it? Exactly $0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I heartless? Do I not wish to support artists? Do I merely dislike Radiohead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer to all of these is NO (well, at least the last two). I have enjoyed Radiohead's music immensely in the last two decades. Ordinarily, I would have no compunction against paying for their music. However, this whole "pay what you want to" mechanic smacks of some idealistic experiment in socialism ~ kind of like wearing hemp clothes you grow in a commune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the danger of socialism happens when people confuse the successes of socialism (yes there are successes!!) with some deduced conclusions about human nature that are untrue. The conclusion people might draw from a successful online sale of "In Rainbows" is that people are in fact willing to pay for music online in general, instead of the conclusion I would argue: people are willing to pay for Radiohead's music when it's distributed in an experimental format that conforms with how they would &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; the music industry to function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would call myself liberal, but I don't like experiments that are, in effect, exercises in socialistic masturbation.  [Edit: I do not, to be clear, think that Radiohead's online sales mechanic is necessarily masturbation, only that it is in danger of being used as such.] I'm probably over-thinking this, but hey, I just got "In Rainbows" for free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-5950867882747171668?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/5950867882747171668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/5950867882747171668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-rainbows-only-from-anothers.html' title='&quot;In Rainbows&quot;? only from another&apos;s perspective'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-2365448421906061565</id><published>2007-10-11T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T12:16:39.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold-digging the Wrong Way</title><content type='html'>If sincere, a &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20071010/od_nm/newyork_husband_dc;_ylt=AsVJubQNih4OkgZUxjJW6R.s0NUE"&gt;self-described "spectacularly beautiful" woman threw herself to the wolves&lt;/a&gt; of the internet last week by posting a bald-faced request for a sugar-daddy on Craigslist.  She confessed dissatisfaction with her current businessman s.o. (earning a meager 250k/yr) which would not even get her into Central Park West!  She was aiming for a goal of 500k/yr, which apparently is not overreaching because the "middle class" in New York is 1M/yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone claiming to fit her bill responded with some cold, hard economic analysis of her situation: "plain and simple a crappy business deal."  Concluding that as her companionship, based mainly on her beauty, is a depreciating asset coupled with significant and steady or increasing liabilities, he would much rather lease than buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if only love were as rational as this.  Sight unseen, gold digging sounds moronic, but guys aren't known for rationality when faced with spectacularly beautiful women.  Herein lies her error ~ don't ask for rational advice when peddling irrational goods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-2365448421906061565?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/2365448421906061565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/2365448421906061565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/10/gold-digging-wrong-way.html' title='Gold-digging the Wrong Way'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-1882727612070079777</id><published>2007-10-09T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:04:12.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatorland gapes anew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wftv.com/2006/1106/10255852_480X360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.wftv.com/2006/1106/10255852_480X360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plucky folks at &lt;a href="http://www.wftv.com/news/14291640/detail.html"&gt;Gatorland in Florida are rebuilding&lt;/a&gt; after a devastating fire last November that destroyed some of their tourist complex, including (with tragic pic) the gaping "gator" mouth entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember visiting Gatorland years ago and being very much impressed with how many gators died there to fill their store with gator products and their restaurant with gator burgers. That mouth-entrance was an iconic memory of my trip to Florida, so it's good to hear they're putting it back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-1882727612070079777?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1882727612070079777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1882727612070079777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/10/gatorland-gapes-anew.html' title='Gatorland gapes anew'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-6676161590526224336</id><published>2007-10-05T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T15:17:07.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to raise political zealots in one easy step</title><content type='html'>Since me and hermit Eric Rudolph were the last two people in the country not to have cable TV, it's been hard keeping abreast of trends.  Luckily, the intarwebz are here to save the day.  I've been watching the Daily Show with John Stewart at Comedy Central dot com and the recent video "One State, Two State, Red State, Blue State" with John Oliver (originally aired Wed. Oct. 3) is good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there are book publishers out there who peddle &lt;em&gt;politically indoctrinating books for children&lt;/em&gt;.  Now, the way we raise our children is usually our own business, but I think these books border on child abuse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REAL titles from the publishers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help Mom! There are Liberals Under My Bed!&lt;/em&gt; - with such classic children's story characters as a Ted Kennedy-esque liberal hitting a lemonade stand for sales and income taxes (by holding out "his meaty hand").  As John Oliver so astutely observes: "Finally! A response to the universal healthcare manifesto, &lt;em&gt;Everyone Poops.&lt;/em&gt;"  The publisher touts jokes in the book like "Teddy's Carwash," because then parents can explain that Ted Kennedy was suspected in a murder decades before they were born and they can all chuckle to the partisan humor in familial harmony.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help Mom! The 9th Circuit Nabbed the Nativity!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sky is Not Falling: Why It's OK to Chill About Global Warming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And they found a liberal publisher too! Of: &lt;em&gt;Why Mommy Is a Democrat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Not to be left out, the Daily Show mocked up some childrens' books of their own:  &lt;em&gt;Help Mom! The Liberals Gutted the Patriot Act and Now There's a Suitcase Bomb Under My Bed! &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Heather Had Two Mommies; Now Heather is a Prostitute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-6676161590526224336?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/6676161590526224336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/6676161590526224336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-to-raise-political-zealots-in-one.html' title='How to raise political zealots in one easy step'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-4557295243417430014</id><published>2007-10-01T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T15:32:13.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will they? Oh please, will they?</title><content type='html'>After some recent major third-party candidates that impact Democratic candidates (I'm looking at &lt;em&gt;you,&lt;/em&gt; Nader), reading this &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2007/10/01/politics/main3316583.shtml"&gt;article about Christian conservatives chafing&lt;/a&gt; about the possibility of Massachusetts Mitt or "Abortion-on-demand" Rudy being the Republican nominee fills me with an unseemly glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Christian conservatives, who liberals and moderates alike consider to have heavily influenced the Republican party in the last 20 years, think that they have been treated as a "mistress" (love-you-but-don't-talk-to-me-in-public) by that party.  I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, please, endorse a far-right candidate!  I think it's a great idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-4557295243417430014?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4557295243417430014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4557295243417430014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/10/will-they-oh-please-will-they.html' title='Will they? Oh please, will they?'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-2247226230823189839</id><published>2007-09-24T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T14:22:05.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too annoyed to put up anything</title><content type='html'>President Ahmadinejad (sp?) of Iran's visit to New York is the type of event that I suppose I should comment on in this blog, but I'm too annoyed by him to sift through the news reports and such to pick one to put up.  The statement of my annoyance should be sufficient commentary, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-2247226230823189839?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/2247226230823189839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/2247226230823189839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/09/too-annoyed-to-put-up-anything.html' title='Too annoyed to put up anything'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-7342266249202930529</id><published>2007-09-21T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T12:15:02.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eaten by cats</title><content type='html'>Reading the first bit of this &lt;a href="http://today.reuters.com/news/articlenews.aspx?type=inDepthNews&amp;amp;storyid=2007-09-21T035552Z_01_T270614_RTRUKOC_0_US-JAPAN-AGEING-TOKYO.xml&amp;amp;rpc=92"&gt;article on the aging of Japan&lt;/a&gt; makes me want to sign up at an online dating website, if only so that instead of being found as a dusty sack of bleached bones, I might be found before &lt;em&gt;rigor&lt;/em&gt; has set in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-7342266249202930529?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/7342266249202930529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/7342266249202930529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/09/eaten-by-cats.html' title='Eaten by cats'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-4202525105560291831</id><published>2007-09-11T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T16:13:53.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddle me this</title><content type='html'>What's wet, covers 70% of the Earth's surface, and can burn at temperatures of up to 3,000 degrees Fahrenheit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &lt;a href="http://green.yahoo.com/index.php?q=node/1570"&gt;This story is unbe-frickin-lievable&lt;/a&gt;. It's not April 1 either; weak sauce, Pittsburgh Post-Gazette. I'll believe it when my car's radio runs the alternator and not the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main question I have is how much energy are the radio waves using compared to the energy can you pull out from the water?  Actually the main question I have is, "are you s----ing me?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-4202525105560291831?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4202525105560291831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4202525105560291831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/09/riddle-me-this.html' title='Riddle me this'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-3907128236911601186</id><published>2007-09-11T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T10:05:45.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me to your liter!</title><content type='html'>News came out today that the &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/6988521.stm"&gt;EU will not be forcing the metric system&lt;/a&gt; on British merchants who continue to use the imperial weights and measures.  Fight the power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in the grand scheme of things it doesn't really matter, but the logical side of me thinks it would be nice to have a single system.  Still, as the proles in 1984 note, a litre of beer is way too much, but a half-litre is too little.  In that visceral way and for that reason alone, a pint is a worthy measure.  Rule Britannia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-3907128236911601186?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3907128236911601186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3907128236911601186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/09/take-me-to-your-liter.html' title='Take me to your liter!'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-395423757151275465</id><published>2007-09-10T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T12:17:54.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New fan of Brandi Carlile</title><content type='html'>I'd heard a couple of Brandi Carlile's songs in recent months on radio stations like KFOG and always found myself watching the scrolling text on my car display hoping to catch artist name and song title. Having done that at least a few times and seeing her name, I was definitely enthusiastic when my friend asked if I wanted to see her show at the Fillmore this past weekend. It was a great show (not that I'm an expert on these things); her performance was powerful and genuine with a huge artistic range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a rock fan, so some of her folksier songs were not really up my alley, but they were still great to listen to. Here's a &lt;a href="http://www.mercurynews.com/breakingnews/ci_6851444"&gt;review of the show from the Mercury News&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: updated the google video links on the right for some Brandi Carlile vids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-395423757151275465?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/395423757151275465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/395423757151275465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-fan-of-brandi-carlile.html' title='New fan of Brandi Carlile'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-2853020007397475102</id><published>2007-08-28T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T16:38:12.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way to go Idaho</title><content type='html'>Idaho Senator Larry Craig, who has in recent years garnered good ratings from such conservative groups as the "Concerned Women for America," the "American Family Association," and the "Family Research Council," &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/POLITICS/08/28/craig.arrest/?iref=mpstoryview"&gt;plead guilty to engaging in (or is it soliciting? not sure) "lewd conduct" in a Minneapolis-St.Paul bathroom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha ~ he now says he "should have had the advice of counsel" before pleading guilty to the misdemeanor. Uhh.... DUH! Maybe he thought pleading guilty would get him lots of gay buttsecks in prison since he missed out on gay tomfoolery in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is a senator?? He was Senate "liaison" to Mitt Romney's campaign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]Bonus: He is the senior Idaho senator and a "former rancher." "Gay-sex-in-Minnesota-restroom, &lt;em&gt;I wish I could quit you!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit 2] OK so I'm watching the News Hour and apparently this isn't his first gay-associated problem.  Apparently he has been accused in the past of "cruising" for gay sex many times through the decades, hanging out in front of an REI store and hitting on a gay guy, and having a gay tryst with someone in a Union Station, Washington, D.C. bathroom (near my old school coincidentally).  This guy is so f---ed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-2853020007397475102?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/2853020007397475102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/2853020007397475102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/08/way-to-go-idaho.html' title='Way to go Idaho'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-6492371667092171728</id><published>2007-08-27T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T11:01:31.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese miners dig their way out!</title><content type='html'>Two Chinese miners in a deadly &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2007/08/27/2016204.htm"&gt;mine collapse&lt;/a&gt; that resulted in over a hundred deaths (or presumed deaths as their feat belies the original story) have tunneled their way out of the mine after being given up for dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If two guys without food and water can survive for 130 hours while DIGGING their way out of a mine, then how little effort was put into their rescue?  Very sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-6492371667092171728?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/6492371667092171728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/6492371667092171728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/08/chinese-miners-dig-their-way-out.html' title='Chinese miners dig their way out!'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-55446581103048231</id><published>2007-08-24T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T11:56:57.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vick Victor Victoria</title><content type='html'>The coverage of the Michael Vick dogfighting case has focused on the repercussions of his actions on his NFL career.  It is focused so much so that some journalists have claimed that he would not be given as hard a time if he had simply killed someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hyperbole does not help in the discussion because it begs people to downplay the manner in which the animals died and overemphasize the exceptional cases where someone's death results in light penalties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These animals were intentionally raised to kill or be killed in excruciatingly tortuous ways.  If the losing dogs did not have the good grace to die in the ring they would be killed in ways that seem calculated to be the most cruel.  Drowning? Hanging? Electrocution? Hanging and electrocution may be state sanctioned methods for executing criminals according to strict guidelines meant to limit suffering (as if anyone actually knows, but capital punishment is a whole other can of worms), but when administered by laymen, one must assume that they were not so careful to avoid suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/6960788.stm"&gt;Here's a BBC article on dogfighting and its rise in America.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-55446581103048231?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/55446581103048231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/55446581103048231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/08/vick-victor-victoria.html' title='Vick Victor Victoria'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-5836741785276981935</id><published>2007-08-23T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:18:07.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the subject of cats...</title><content type='html'>Here is a &lt;a href="http://leisureblogs.chicagotribune.com/unleashed/2007/08/whither-spot-wh.html"&gt;list of the most popular dog and cat names&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predictably, since this is "most popular," they are not unique and interesting at all.  Blech.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-5836741785276981935?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/5836741785276981935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/5836741785276981935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-subject-of-cats.html' title='On the subject of cats...'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-5750916851464741668</id><published>2007-08-22T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T16:22:50.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats remember physically better than visually</title><content type='html'>The article title: &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/20070820/sc_livescience/felinememoriesfoundtobefleeting;_ylt=Arkznak.iS0tVZYElnYNEGWs0NUE"&gt;Feline Memories Found to be Fleeting&lt;/a&gt; is perhaps a little misleading.  The study they describe really has no bearing on conscious &lt;em&gt;memories &lt;/em&gt;as many readers (at least myself) might deduce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead it has to do with the unconscious memory for the environment that all animals have in order to navigate their bodies through the world.  This obscure form of memory is definitely not as sexy as the form of memory that Mr. Nibbles uses when recognizing mummy as she comes through the door after a long day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what they found was that if you distract a cat while they're stepping over an obstacle (say a low wall&lt;em&gt;) after &lt;/em&gt;their front legs have cleared it but &lt;em&gt;before &lt;/em&gt;their hind legs&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; then even after the obstacle is removed, the cat will "high step" to avoid it with its hind legs.  However, if you distract the cat &lt;em&gt;before &lt;/em&gt;it has cleared the obstacle, then the cat will not attempt to clear the obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I note that the methodology mentions only that they removed the wall in both cases and not that they had tripped cats up by leaving walls in place, which kind of makes me wonder about the whole study (you know, positive control, negative control, blah blah).  Besides, the inner Teuton in me wants that tiny bit of &lt;em&gt;schadenfreude&lt;/em&gt; that comes with the idea of cats tripping because they didn't remember there was an obstacle in the way after seeing it just seconds before.  Kind of like feline slapstick.  On that note, the embedded video links to the right have been changed to feline-themes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly study, huh?  And they still haven't found a cure for cancer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-5750916851464741668?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/5750916851464741668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/5750916851464741668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/08/cats-remember-physically-better-than.html' title='Cats remember physically better than visually'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-3379325572583172216</id><published>2007-08-20T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:41:27.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise of the day: U.S. Tourists not as bad as feared</title><content type='html'>Well technically this article is older than today, but I only found it today and since this is my blog it's MY surprise of the day.  &lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2007/08/19/TR8TRGM5T.DTL"&gt;SF Gate's Article on some German Expedia survey&lt;/a&gt;.  Apparently the German branch of Expedia.com surveyed 1500 European hotel managers and came up with some interesting results.  I'll compile a few results here, but there are more in the article.  I suppose there's no link to the actual Expedia survey results because either (a) it's in freaky-deaky Deutsch, or (b) SF Gate's editorial staff doesn't feel the need to include primary sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Americans are regarded as the second-best tourists overall, behind the Japanese.  The worst tourists overall are the French, with Indians the second-worst and Chinese the third-worst.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Americans are the best tippers by far, and the Germans are the stingiest.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Americans are the most interested in trying new foods; Chinese the least.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Americans are the most likely to try to speak a foreign language (surprise!); the French the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less glowingly:&lt;br /&gt;5.  Americans are the "shabbiest" dressers (what a quaint word) by far, while the Italians are the snazziest.  I guess this makes sense since I tend to favor t-shirts and shorts.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Americans are the most likely to complain.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Americans are the second noisiest, following the Italians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other notables:  Russians are rudest; Japanese are "best behaved" and "most polite."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-3379325572583172216?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3379325572583172216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3379325572583172216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/08/us-tourists-not-as-bad-as-feared.html' title='Surprise of the day: U.S. Tourists not as bad as feared'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-7109347837106812016</id><published>2007-08-10T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:43:25.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfully, criminals usually aren't smart</title><content type='html'>Here's an interesting &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/08/09/AR2007080902018.html"&gt;Washington Post article&lt;/a&gt; about a murder defendant who, by writing jailhouse letters, implicated himself in the crime, invited his girlfriend to perjure herself, solicited others to intimidate and/or murder witnesses in his trial, and butchered the English language and grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the first few things are just stupid, the last probably actually reflects his real speech patterns.  He spelled Murder "murda", with "wit" and they "dae."  His handwriting is actually quite readable, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-7109347837106812016?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/7109347837106812016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/7109347837106812016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/08/thankfully-criminals-usually-arent.html' title='Thankfully, criminals usually aren&apos;t smart'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-5607796694334823871</id><published>2007-08-06T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:45:51.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books on CD experience returns</title><content type='html'>In some of my previous projects, the generally low intellectual quotient required of the work had allowed me to engage in other diversions simultaneously. One such diversion was listening to a book on CD while reviewing the work. One series I listened to was "His Dark Materials" by Philip Pullman. They're apparently turning the first book into a motion picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT: removed the annoying QT video clip that slowed the page down. /bleah  Seriously though, check out this movie at &lt;a href="http://www.goldencompassmovie.com/"&gt;Golden Compass's website&lt;/a&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope that video embed works. Anyway, it looks pretty cool to me! I'm hoping it does well so they make the second and third books into movies too. I was a little dismayed to read that for "viability" in the American market, they're not touching the controversial religious aspects of the books (which can be interpreted as an attack on Judeo-Christian dogma and even a condemnation of the Christian Churches). Anyway, for a "children's" series it's actually pretty cool and I'm definitely looking forward to the movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-5607796694334823871?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/5607796694334823871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/5607796694334823871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/08/books-on-cd-experience-returns.html' title='Books on CD experience returns'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-88122799163199690</id><published>2007-08-01T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T14:03:08.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super unleaded? Regular unleaded?</title><content type='html'>So this is an interesting, &lt;a href="http://www.cartalk.com/content/features/premium/questions.html"&gt;seemingly authoritative FAQ&lt;/a&gt; on using premium gasoline v. regular gasoline.  Bottom line: the only time you should consider getting premium unleaded is if your owner's manual says you NEED premium unleaded and you're trying to squeeze more performance from it (i.e., practically never in any normal situation).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-88122799163199690?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/88122799163199690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/88122799163199690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/08/super-unleaded-regular-unleaded.html' title='Super unleaded? Regular unleaded?'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-3478650370761018993</id><published>2007-08-01T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T13:56:26.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfortunate wedding announcements</title><content type='html'>Jay Leno pokes fun at wedding announcements with unfortunate bride/groom name combinations like Phuc-Yu and Aikin-Johnson, so this &lt;a href="http://cbs13.com/slideshows/local_slideshow_213102044"&gt;online slideshow&lt;/a&gt; is not original but still kinda funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-3478650370761018993?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3478650370761018993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3478650370761018993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/08/unfortunate-wedding-announcements.html' title='Unfortunate wedding announcements'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-8892694630723230517</id><published>2007-08-01T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T11:09:13.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>80-year-old Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>Apparently &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070801/ap_on_fe_st/odd_authentic_harry_potter;_ylt=AjtektkGxwD4SPOsCZ8GxEas0NUE"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/a&gt; did work for the government in the Defense Department. And he retired to Florida. I wonder how many Harry Potters there are in the world? Probably dozens. But this story is about a septuagenarian who likes to hoodwink little kids (with their parents' approval). I guess it's a bit like the homeless guy in a Santa Suit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-8892694630723230517?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8892694630723230517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8892694630723230517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/08/80-year-old-harry-potter.html' title='80-year-old Harry Potter'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-4431588895798999962</id><published>2007-07-30T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:39:49.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impersonations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8JmN_-oudY"&gt;Kevin Spacey impersonating lots of people&lt;/a&gt; in a "Inside the Actor's Studio" interview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-4431588895798999962?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4431588895798999962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4431588895798999962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/07/impersonations.html' title='Impersonations'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-4365844816254146914</id><published>2007-07-30T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T13:38:58.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Millionaire heiress one day, overexposed ho the next</title><content type='html'>Did Conrad "Barron" Hilton cut his heirs out of his will? I haven't seen many mainstream reports regarding it, but gossip news outlets from &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/comments/0,23600,22157708-2,00.html"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.dailysquib.co.uk/?c=122&amp;a=1102"&gt;UK&lt;/a&gt; are claiming so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kinda what I wanted Wang Lung to do, but I guess he didn't have a charitable foundation in his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit, 7/31: The tabloids, shockingly, &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,291395,00.html"&gt;may not be correct&lt;/a&gt; 100% of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-4365844816254146914?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4365844816254146914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4365844816254146914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/07/millionaire-heiress-one-day-overexposed.html' title='Millionaire heiress one day, overexposed ho the next'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-4003629293758526557</id><published>2007-07-26T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T13:07:42.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It ain't over until Greedo's gun is cold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hellblazer.net/nyc/lucasford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.hellblazer.net/nyc/lucasford.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;George Lucas has been caught wearing a "Han Shot First" T-shirt.  I can't even tell based on the photo the bloggers are showing, but I will accept their fanatical attention to detail as authority for the claim.  Still, unless and until Georget Lucas changes it back in a sure-to-be-released Super Authoritative Ultimately Remastered and Digitally Enhanced HD (not a whoring of your childhood memories) Version (TM) of Star Wars(TM), my flayed fondness for Lucas's work will continue to be a pulsating sore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-4003629293758526557?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4003629293758526557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4003629293758526557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-aint-over-until-greedos-gun-is-cold.html' title='It ain&apos;t over until Greedo&apos;s gun is cold.'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-2646154841657772038</id><published>2007-07-26T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:33:42.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaken, not stirred</title><content type='html'>Here's an &lt;a href="http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/film/article2138970.ece"&gt;article that examines James Bond's &lt;em&gt;Goldfinger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and concludes that 007 is a moron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-2646154841657772038?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/2646154841657772038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/2646154841657772038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/07/shaken-not-stirred.html' title='Shaken, not stirred'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-3842785420786116188</id><published>2007-07-11T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T11:45:53.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so there</title><content type='html'>I just saw the trailer for a movie coming this fall, &lt;a href="http://www.elizabeththegoldenage.com/"&gt;Elizabeth: The Golden Age&lt;/a&gt;. It's a sequel to one of my favorite movies, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0127536/"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/a&gt;, which covered the early years of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_I"&gt;Queen Elizabeth's&lt;/a&gt; life. Of course, it's not a historical documentary or anything like that so it's full of inaccuracies and artistic license, but it's so very interesting to see how a great person faced the enormous pressures of her station and managed to come out on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so enormously disappointed when it lost to the corny and saccharin &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0138097/"&gt;Shakespeare in Love&lt;/a&gt; in the 1999 Oscars. I saw that movie and wanted my 10 bucks and 2 hours back; imagine my dismay when it won all those Oscars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new film should have some exciting action scenes with the English taking on the famed &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spanish_armada"&gt;Spanish Armada&lt;/a&gt;. Take a look at the trailer ~~ how can this not be an awesome movie? I pray I don't find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the video links to the right for some vids, or check out the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpyP20IMPb8"&gt;international trailer&lt;/a&gt; or the longer &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809426394/video/3296319/20070709/150/3296319-100-wmv-s.39226047-,3296319-700-flash-s.39226064-,3296319-300-wmv-s.39226048-,3296319-1000-flash-s.39226065-,3296319-1000-wmv-s.39226058-,3296319-100-flash-s.39226059-,3296319-700-wmv-s.39226053-,3296319-300-flash-s.39226062-,3296318-10300-qtv-s.39226079-,3296318-2700-qtv-s.39226074-,3296318-6800-qtv-s.39226076-"&gt;U.S. trailer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;strong&gt;Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-3842785420786116188?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3842785420786116188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3842785420786116188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-so-there.html' title='I&apos;m so there'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-7683905740685748496</id><published>2007-07-06T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T11:00:17.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colbert Photoshop Phun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t231/poorjon/colbalicopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t231/poorjon/colbalicopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heavens to murgatroyd. The &lt;a href="http://forums.fark.com/cgi/fark/comments.pl?IDLink=2871913"&gt;Fark.com Photoshop assignment today&lt;/a&gt; is a riot. Take &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&amp;q=stephen+colbert&amp;amp;gbv=2"&gt;Stephen Colbert&lt;/a&gt; and place him in religious/cultural settings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-7683905740685748496?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/7683905740685748496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/7683905740685748496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/07/colbert-photoshop-phun.html' title='Colbert Photoshop Phun'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-7873649294195856679</id><published>2007-07-06T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:16:22.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's smaller than I thought...</title><content type='html'>That's what she said! Baddum-ching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germans say that the &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20070705/sc_afp/germanyscience_070705151649"&gt;Earth is actually 5 mm smaller&lt;/a&gt; in diameter than previously thought. I want to know what kind of sig-figs they're working with when they're talking about measuring distances using radio-lag. They say they can measure distances to "the preciseness of two millimetres per 1,000 kilometres (0.07 inches per 621 miles)." I guess that's pretty precise.... But if they measured the diameter of the Earth to be 12,756.274 km using a network of 70 radio satellites, it seems like that's a lot of +/- 2mm errors to account for....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-7873649294195856679?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/7873649294195856679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/7873649294195856679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-smaller-than-i-thought.html' title='It&apos;s smaller than I thought...'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-3203468266865952449</id><published>2007-07-03T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:45:30.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers possibly not horrible?</title><content type='html'>With the Independence Day weekend (huzzah, America!) upon us, I've been reading reviews for movies on the off chance that a movie might be the escape-tool of choice for my friends and family.  I've never been a fan of the idea of a live-action Transformers movie; there's no way you can top the Transformers movie from 1984 (or wutever) in my mind.  [music] You've got the TOUCH! You've got the POWER!!! [/music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm reading the reviews anyway because some of my friends have expressed interest in it.  I normally like Roger Ebert's reviews a lot because he writes about movies very well and generally has valid points even if I don't agree with his overall review.  Often he cues me in to some movie arcania.  For instance, in the &lt;a href="http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070701/REVIEWS/70620006"&gt;Transformer's review&lt;/a&gt;, he says, "... Megatron crash-landed near the North Pole a century ago and possesses the Allspark, which is the key to something, I'm not sure what, but since it's basically an alien MacGuffin it doesn't much matter. (Note to fanboys about to send me an e-mail explaining the Allspark: Look up "MacGuffin" in Wikipedia.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have no idea what the "Allspark" is.  It sounds like some baking ingredient, but for semiconductor doping or something.  But looking up &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macguffin"&gt;MacGuffin in wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; shows that the users have already added Ebert's reference as an example.  Hehe.  Cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-3203468266865952449?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3203468266865952449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3203468266865952449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformers-possibly-not-horrible.html' title='Transformers possibly not horrible?'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-1033638202299092666</id><published>2007-06-29T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T16:24:02.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrr, hands off me booty!!</title><content type='html'>Ouch! Veggie Booty, manufactured by &lt;a href="http://www.robscape.com/"&gt;Robert's American Gourmet&lt;/a&gt; (which makes my favorite "Pirate's Booty" as well, not affected by the recall) is being recalled due to possible salmonella contamination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, poor Booty; I knew it, dear reader: a snack of infinite blandness, of most excellent guiltlessness: it hath borne me through document reviews countless times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rims at it. Here hung those cheese powders that I have savored I know not how oft. Where be your puffs now? your extruded knots? your dessication? your packing-peanut imitations, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own pirate-themed marketing? quite safety-recalled? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her eat many low-fat snack foods, to this favour her snacks must come; make her drool at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-1033638202299092666?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1033638202299092666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1033638202299092666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/06/arrr-hands-off-me-booty.html' title='Arrr, hands off me booty!!'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-295669993020176804</id><published>2007-06-28T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:00:19.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's pink and buoyant and slimy all over?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,21982224-5006009,00.html"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,,5544174,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahahaha.  Poor catfish tried to swallow a basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-295669993020176804?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/295669993020176804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/295669993020176804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-pink-and-buoyant-and-slimy-all.html' title='what&apos;s pink and buoyant and slimy all over?'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-8664579086032475805</id><published>2007-06-28T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T14:31:00.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty graphics of ignorance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/images/article/magazine/1507/st_infoporn_f.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 441px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 605px" height="432" alt="" src="http://www.wired.com/images/article/magazine/1507/st_infoporn_f.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/images/article/magazine/1507/st_infoporn_f.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fark linked a &lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/culture/culturereviews/magazine/15-07/st_infoporn?rss"&gt;Wired Article on Survey&lt;/a&gt; of current events. Now it only had 5 questions, but the demographics they were studying included the difference between Fox News and other media outlets. There are so many confounding variables, but the results are that Fox News watchers got more questions wrong than people who claimed to use other news outlets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-8664579086032475805?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8664579086032475805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8664579086032475805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/06/pretty-graphics-of-ignorance.html' title='Pretty graphics of ignorance'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-6049692330829593439</id><published>2007-06-27T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T12:32:17.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expensive Coast will empty by 2100 oh noes!!1!</title><content type='html'>The author of the Forbes article, "&lt;a href="http://www.forbes.com/2007/06/11/ghost-cities-future-biz-cx_21cities_ee_0611ghostcities.html"&gt;Ghost Cities of 2100&lt;/a&gt;," is careful to caveat her article with disclaimers that whether her fantastic predictions occur is "an open question," and "hard to predict."  She also describes certain urban centers that are already experiencing population decline to suppport her conjectures.  But I'm not writing about the effect of a major earthquake on San Francisco, rising ocean levels, or the hollowing of heartland America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing because the &lt;em&gt;editor&lt;/em&gt; of FORBES should have caught the irony of claiming in a "financial" magazine that the decline in San Francisco's population because of &lt;em&gt;rising&lt;/em&gt; housing prices could lead it to "disappear entirely."  It would seem that the author of the article does not understand the bedrock economic notion of the tie between demand and price.  While the population size may be in decline, there can be no possible argument that the decline is due to a general lack of desire to live in San Francisco.  On the contrary, the decline is due to the lack of capacity of lower-income (and generally higher density) populations to compete for limited supply of land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG Forbes editor.  The only purpose of simplistic population-decline-equals-city-death causation analysis is to irritate readers and get them to blog their annoyance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-6049692330829593439?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/6049692330829593439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/6049692330829593439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/06/expensive-coast-will-empty-by-2100-oh.html' title='Expensive Coast will empty by 2100 oh noes!!1!'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-3710711368595550504</id><published>2007-06-22T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T15:50:03.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha.  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nV6WOXPWYds"&gt;Lolcat youtube compilation!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-3710711368595550504?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3710711368595550504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/3710711368595550504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/06/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-9003319290710933415</id><published>2007-06-22T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T15:23:26.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffed animals</title><content type='html'>I was recently in the market for stuffed animals for my sister's newborn twins.  I decided not to go with the standard teddy bear / rabbit banality.  Instead I'm looking for some alternative animals.  I ultimately decided to get a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0006V96NK/103-6120379-3729434"&gt;plush platypus&lt;/a&gt; and a plush red panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main concern is that millions of babies can't really be that wrong when it comes to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teddy_bear"&gt;bears&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabbit"&gt;rabbits&lt;/a&gt;.  Perhaps a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platypus"&gt;platypus&lt;/a&gt; and a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_panda"&gt;red panda&lt;/a&gt; won't be as cute as the paragons of pedestrian playthings.  But I have faith that as long as they're cushy, they can at least serve as brownish pillows and sponges for baby-spit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-9003319290710933415?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/9003319290710933415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/9003319290710933415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/06/stuffed-animals.html' title='Stuffed animals'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-7934117338108810797</id><published>2007-06-19T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T14:41:30.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 acres of land on the San Francisco Bay</title><content type='html'>Some guy is selling 6 acres of land on the San Francisco bay for $10 million.  Difficulty: it really is ON the bay ~ as in an island.  Apparently it's the last privately owned island in the Bay.  According to &lt;a href="http://www.mytelus.com/ncp_news/article.en.do?pn=oddities&amp;articleID=2706271"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;, the guy bought it for $49,500 in 1964 and hasn't managed to develop it or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;q=red+rock+island,+ca&amp;sll=37.920368,-122.433357&amp;amp;sspn=0.185522,0.20359&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=37.929034,-122.431641&amp;spn=0.046375,0.07905&amp;amp;t=h&amp;z=14&amp;amp;om=1"&gt;this unnamed island in Google Maps&lt;/a&gt; is the island for sale...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-7934117338108810797?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/7934117338108810797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/7934117338108810797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/06/6-acres-of-land-on-san-francisco-bay.html' title='6 acres of land on the San Francisco Bay'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-150698504974457560</id><published>2007-06-14T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T11:22:09.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nessun dorma when the cell phone rings</title><content type='html'>Oh man, you've gotta check this out.  I generally despise American Idol and the initial rounds of American Idol in particular as shameless exercises in schadenfreude, but this &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,21904047-2,00.html"&gt;Welsh "Britain's Got Talent" cell-phone salesdude&lt;/a&gt; was pretty cool.  Watch the vid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-150698504974457560?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/150698504974457560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/150698504974457560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/06/nessun-dorma-when-cell-phone-rings.html' title='Nessun dorma when the cell phone rings'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-1296751933728856109</id><published>2007-06-14T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T10:57:35.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keyboard fauna</title><content type='html'>My computer and keyboard are getting a little long in the tooth, and recently I've been thanking the stars for the manufacturers' foresight in making most keyboards black now so the built up grime is less visible. I remember my old beige, or whatever-color, keyboard used to have almost-visible circles on some of the commonly used keys. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's a fun &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=11029793&amp;amp;ps=bb1"&gt;article on keeping your keyboard so clean&lt;/a&gt; you could eat off of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-1296751933728856109?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1296751933728856109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1296751933728856109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/06/keyboard-fauna.html' title='Keyboard fauna'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-5888148552597883731</id><published>2007-06-13T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T13:10:35.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geriatric monitoring!</title><content type='html'>Wow.  Embedded in this &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/6734341.stm"&gt;boring article about Japan using older workers and abolishing mandatory retirement&lt;/a&gt; is mention of a water heater/kettle that pages a person when it's used and summarizes its use in an electronic message daily.  If the person receiving the messages recognizes a change in routine, they can contact the old person to see why the pattern has changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-5888148552597883731?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/5888148552597883731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/5888148552597883731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/06/geriatric-monitoring.html' title='Geriatric monitoring!'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-1494719645533829021</id><published>2007-06-13T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T12:46:54.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recognition of virtual property rights</title><content type='html'>I just read an interesting &lt;a href="http://news.com.com/Virtual+world+litigation+for+real/2010-1047_3-6190583.html?part=rss&amp;tag=2547-1_3-0-5&amp;amp;subj=news"&gt;article on the status of a lawsuit&lt;/a&gt; between a "&lt;a href="http://secondlife.com/"&gt;Second Life&lt;/a&gt;" user and the operators.  I've never really understood the purpose of mundane virtual worlds for entertainment value.  Fantastic worlds or worlds with conflict are interesting to me, but a world where I can build a house or dress up in socially questionable ways, but are otherwise similar to real life, seems kind of silly to me.  Diff'rent Strokes for different folks I guess.  Perhaps the schism, in the parlance of Ward and Beaver, is the same as between wanting to play "House" and wanting to play "Cowboys and Indians."  Perhaps the nexus is wanting to play "Doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.  The article is very interesting to me because (1) it's a glimpse at where the virtual property world is going, and (2) it describes an online contract where a judge gives the hapless user an escape from the "I ACCEPT" button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Recently, there have been some articles where reporters have suggested that the IRS may TAX virtual income as real income.  In most virtual worlds, taxing virtual income seems a little silly.  Is the acquisition of items like the "Uber Sword of Uberness" income? How do you quantify its value?  If I can't trade the item, and don't plan to sell my avatar, then when is the income recognized?  For items I can trade, what determines the proper exchange rate? However, from what I understand of "Second Life," some of the questions are easier to answer.  The article describes a system where real money and virtual money are exchanged via an official system (as opposed to the notoriously reviled "gold sellers" in more fantastical virtual worlds).  It will be interesting to see how this case turns out, whether the confiscation of virtual property amounts to an actionable &lt;em&gt;conversion&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I click on "I have read and understand the terms and conditions for use of this software and accept them in their entirety," I think about how I probably haven't read and don't understand them.  I just want to use the da** software!  Well, rejoice fellow victims of contracts of adhesion, in this particular case, the judge said the terms don't necessarily bind the user.  Interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-1494719645533829021?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1494719645533829021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1494719645533829021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/06/recognition-of-virtual-property-rights.html' title='Recognition of virtual property rights'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-8080766310691169737</id><published>2007-06-12T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T12:03:53.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Time... Like Tears in Rain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000442/"&gt;Rutger Hauer&lt;/a&gt;, once a mere figment from my nightmares, has written a memoir called "All Those Moments." The title of the memoir is from perhaps his best known and definitely his favorite (&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/Movies/06/12/rutger.hauer/index.html"&gt;as he confirms&lt;/a&gt;) role as Roy Batty in the classic &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0083658/"&gt;Blade Runner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I didn't know, however, that he turned down a role in another epic movie &lt;em&gt;Das Boot&lt;/em&gt; (perhaps &lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','1','')" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001638/"&gt;Jürgen Prochnow&lt;/a&gt;'s role?? zomg) so he could play Roy Batty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-8080766310691169737?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8080766310691169737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8080766310691169737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/06/like-tears-in-rain.html' title='Lost in Time... Like Tears in Rain...'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-4375818238736579782</id><published>2007-06-06T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:09:36.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 year-olds and limousines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/theblog/2007/06/05/No%20Limousines!/limoscan7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/theblog/2007/06/05/No%20Limousines!/limoscan7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/theblog/2007/06/05/No%20Limousines!/limoscan7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People need to learn to celebrate exceptional achievements instead of pedestrian milestones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-4375818238736579782?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4375818238736579782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/4375818238736579782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/06/11-year-olds-and-limousines.html' title='11 year-olds and limousines'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-7151465181798348571</id><published>2007-06-02T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T18:54:09.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assume the fetal position! The Horror. The Horror.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/26/Bumblebee_2007-04-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. I'm driving home from the gym in my shorts and synthetic fabric t-shirt and I experienced one of the most &lt;em&gt;viscerally terrifying&lt;/em&gt; experiences in my adult life. I'm on 101, driving with the windows down, caterwauling along to "All things 'The Beatles'" on KFOG (tangent: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sergeant_Pepper"&gt;40 years of Sgt. Pepper&lt;/a&gt;! w00t!) and all of a sudden ~ DING!!! *an impact noise and something flies across my vision*.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a poor &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/26/Bumblebee_2007-04-19.jpg"&gt;bumblebee&lt;/a&gt;! aw cute thing. Too bad it's probably dead. Oh. It's moving a little ~ probably death throes. Oh look, here's a stop light, I'll grab it with this Kleenex(R) and drop it out the window to return to Mother Earth. Or Auntie Asphalt or wutever. And the Circle of Life will be complete!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I snag it, and as I lift it to the window, it buzzes its way out of the Kleenex(R) and falls in my CROTCH. AAAAUGH!!!! I swear, I think my lads almost retreated up into my nose. I'm at the light, practically hyperventilating from the imagined unholy interface between arthropod and private parts, when finally it lifts off from under my butt and flies out of the window.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you may scorn my reactions as disproportionate to the threat, but until you have a piercing object and the will to use it poised less than an inch from your twig and berries, you can't honestly say how you'll react.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-7151465181798348571?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/7151465181798348571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/7151465181798348571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/06/assume-fetal-position-horror-horror.html' title='Assume the fetal position! The Horror. The Horror.'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-798402635886692847</id><published>2007-05-30T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T16:21:07.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guugle r in ur naybrhud, blowin' ur mynd!!!!!!! ^ &gt;O&lt; ^</title><content type='html'>I saw a &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/help/maps/streetview/index.html"&gt;tutorial for the "Streetview" function in Google maps&lt;/a&gt; (srsly! &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/help/maps/streetview/index.html"&gt;click me&lt;/a&gt;!)! I put in my own address and I &lt;strong&gt;saw my own house&lt;/strong&gt; from street level. &lt;em&gt;How is this possible!? Google must have invented autonomous camera-armed robots &lt;/em&gt;and are planning to monitor my pr0n.. errrr children's cartoon consumption habits! Do you know how bizarre that feels? I feel kinda dirty actually.... *cue theme from the Crying Game*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, from the look of the picture in front of my house, they must have driven by sometime in February or something and captured my neighborhood. Freaky. Upon zooming out, however, I realized that the Street View function is fairly limited in scope ~ being constrained to only 5 metropolitan areas in the U.S. only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only fated coincidence that my neighborhood was close enough to Google Mountain View that it was included in this first round of the new Street View Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the view from the &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;q=page+mill+and+el+camino+real,+palo+alto&amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;amp;sspn=90.067506,104.414063&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=37.455102,-122.167797&amp;spn=0.093345,0.101967&amp;amp;amp;z=13&amp;om=1&amp;amp;layer=c&amp;cbll=37.429056,-122.169624&amp;amp;cbp=1,163.158998842593,0.485962210288284,0"&gt;Oval in Stanford University&lt;/a&gt;! Click and drag on that mofo to git a reeeeal good look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-798402635886692847?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/798402635886692847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/798402635886692847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/05/guugle-r-in-ur-naybrhud-blowin-ur-mynd.html' title='Guugle r in ur naybrhud, blowin&apos; ur mynd!!!!!!! ^ &gt;O&lt; ^'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-87861887749947374</id><published>2007-05-30T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T11:54:47.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even fooled Uncle Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/c/pictures/2007/05/30/ba_azia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sfgate.com/c/pictures/2007/05/30/ba_azia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahaha ~ Azia Kim, who stealth-Stanforded for 8 months until she was asked to leave campus last week, also managed to &lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2007/05/30/BAG7QQ3PB91.DTL"&gt;sign up for and participate in Santa Clara University ROTC&lt;/a&gt;! Too funny. Obviously she's a complete loon, but she's got cajones the size of basketballs. The ruse sounds like some sort of plot for a book ~~ I wonder if she'll manage to sell her story to Reader's Digest or something =P rofl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-87861887749947374?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/87861887749947374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/87861887749947374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/05/even-fooled-uncle-sam.html' title='Even fooled Uncle Sam'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-8282831568062527758</id><published>2007-05-29T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T12:11:51.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philadelphia transsexual mural</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.philly.com/images/20070527_inq_pmural27-b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://media.philly.com/images/20070527_inq_pmural27-b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fark headline: "Transsexual Cambodian spotaneously mixes androgynous forms to create controversial self-portrait mural on Philadelphia building. Submitter has been waiting years to write this headline" links to Philadelphia Inquirer story "&lt;a href="http://www.philly.com/inquirer/local/philadelphia/20070527_A_mural_is_up_against_a_wall.html"&gt;A mural is up against a wall&lt;/a&gt;."  The mural in question is &lt;em&gt;The Death of Venus&lt;/em&gt;, to the right (Eric Mencher / Inquirer Staff Photographer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first clicked on the link, I thought that some people were objecting to a new mural with questionable content.  However, the article says the mural has been up for &lt;em&gt;four&lt;/em&gt; years subject to an "interim approval" procedure.  In that time, there has been little public opposition to the mural, according to the article, and the City's &lt;a href="http://www.muralarts.org/"&gt;Mural Arts Program&lt;/a&gt; has added the mural to its tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in a recent decision at the end of the four year "interim approval" procedure, the city's Historical Commission decided that it should be painted over.  Although supporters of the mural claimed that the mural has taken on historical significance, the Chairman of the Commission dismissed those arguments and said, "4 1/2 years is not history."  Although the Chairman of the &lt;em&gt;Historical &lt;/em&gt;Commission might have more experience in determining whether something is &lt;em&gt;historical&lt;/em&gt;, I must disagree in this case.  I believe that events and art that have an impact can become historical within seconds.  Of course, I'm being somewhat facetious because the Chairman meant history in context of the historic architecture of the neighborhood, but nevertheless destroying a work of "art" that is generally unopposed and is a tourist draw sounds like a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragic irony is that the artist, Dee Chhin - a transexual Cambodian immigrant (originally Wesley Chhin) - watched as her own uncle, also an artist, was decapitated by the Khmer Rouge, and now her work of art will (pending appeal) be painted over in a coat of red paint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-8282831568062527758?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8282831568062527758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8282831568062527758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/05/philadelphia-transsexual-mural.html' title='Philadelphia transsexual mural'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-8021366682036845478</id><published>2007-05-25T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T16:43:38.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube simpsons intros</title><content type='html'>Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNV9FEKi9FQ&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Universe within a universe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEyt8qqaWD8&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Evolution&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1NsPXXezQU"&gt;Fat Bart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah just search Simpsons intro yourself in youtube =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: omg. ok so the changes to this blogspot site allow me to add a video feed section with keywords. Click on a picture in the video feed to the right and enjoy any of a number of videos that come up with the key words "tan Stewie."  "Oh squiggly line in my eye fluid - I see you there, lurking on the periphery of my vision, but when i try to look at you, you scurry away.  Are you shy, squiggly line?  Why only when I ignore you do you return to the center of my eye? Oh squiggly line, it's all right; you are forgiven."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-8021366682036845478?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/feeds/8021366682036845478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14731422&amp;postID=8021366682036845478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8021366682036845478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/8021366682036845478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/05/youtube-simpsons-intros.html' title='Youtube simpsons intros'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-1196340046926467397</id><published>2007-05-25T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T11:40:19.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.  In a small way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Dear Readers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;So I've been spamming my friends with emails containing random stuff I see online.  Rather than forcing them to wade through my electronic offal/treasure, I have decided to resurrect this page, not in a Jesus-like ascendance to a higher plane, or even a Lazarian return-to-life, but rather in a necrotic, dripping-flesh, ugly reanimation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;In less flowery terms, here's some stuff that I thought was interesting, but I'm not gonna worry about making it interesting or even grammatically correct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;BRAAAAAAAAINS ~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;P.S. Thanks, Jimmy, for sparing our friends my continued spam.  I wonder if Zombies like Spam? It probably has pork brains in it ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the first thing I'll post is an appropo link to a vid from the past ~ 1939 to be exact.  Apparently a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74cO9X4NMb4"&gt;General Motors Futurama&lt;/a&gt; presentation on travel of the future.  "Over space, man has begun to win victory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess GM was predicting progress in the mandate of Genesis 1:26 ~ "Let us make man in our image, in our likeness, and let them rule ... over all the earth."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-1196340046926467397?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/feeds/1196340046926467397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14731422&amp;postID=1196340046926467397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1196340046926467397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/1196340046926467397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-in-small-way.html' title='Back.  In a small way.'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-112742617961802097</id><published>2005-09-22T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T14:57:00.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"In Neptune's Court" or "Who Owns Davy Jones's Locker?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/1343/1600/flotsam_jetsam_spinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/1343/320/flotsam_jetsam_spinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, has it been so long since my last post? Syndicated columnists must face this problem, but it messes around with their whole money flow if they fail to complete a writing assignment on time. Luckily bloggers face no such interruption, only the conscience-tweaking recognition of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, to rectify this deficiency, I post. As the title of this entry suggests, there's a watery theme to this post. Do you remember Ursula the Sea Hag in The Little Mermaid? Her two pets were named Flotsam and Jetsam. I always thought that these words just referred to different types of sea garbage, natural or man-made, and that the distinction lay in whether one was "floating" on the surface, or carried suspended in the water. Yeah. Pretty dorky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's even dorkier is actually looking up the meanings. Apparently flotsam and jetsam are not distinguished by any physical differences; rather, they are distinguished by their origin. Flotsam is equipment or goods left over from a shipwreck or sinking. Jetsam is equipment or goods that have been thrown overboard by a vessel in distress (i.e., jettisoned), whether or not the ship subsequently wrecks. Thus, the distinction lies in the intent that resulted in the particular piece of garbaggio di mare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason the distinction exists is apparently from Admiralty Law where I assume the possession of a certain piece of salvage might depend on whether it was intentionally thrown overboard or if it was overboard only as a result of a wreck. I can imagine the salty crew of some fine vessel mutinying and hanging a "sea lawyer" because of an adverse decision that affected their share of the booty. Yarrr. (Monday was "Talk Like a Pirate Day"!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-112742617961802097?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/feeds/112742617961802097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14731422&amp;postID=112742617961802097' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/112742617961802097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/112742617961802097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-neptunes-court-or-who-owns-davy.html' title='&quot;In Neptune&apos;s Court&quot; or &quot;Who Owns Davy Jones&apos;s Locker?&quot;'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14731422.post-112664757366506956</id><published>2005-09-13T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T14:39:33.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google extends its reach</title><content type='html'>I already got all excited about Google Earth, but frankly that was just a fun toy.  Imagine that satellite technology now crossed with a fully functional direction-providing service.  Too good to be true?  Begin weeping for joy now.  &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/"&gt;Google Maps&lt;/a&gt; has arrived (in beta format).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=38.871991,-77.038107&amp;spn=0.033900,0.048271&amp;amp;t=h&amp;saddr=1600+South+Joyce+Street,+Arlington,+VA+22202&amp;amp;daddr=200+Massachusetts+ave.+NW,+Washington,+DC+20001&amp;hl=en"&gt;former morning commute&lt;/a&gt; when I was living in DC (although it's not 100% the route I would have chosen...).  Try dragging the map around (no more click-re-centering!) and checking the zoom functions.  Click map, satellite or hybrid.  Unless other map websites incorporate this information, I don't think they will be able to compete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14731422-112664757366506956?l=dulbecco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/feeds/112664757366506956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14731422&amp;postID=112664757366506956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/112664757366506956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14731422/posts/default/112664757366506956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulbecco.blogspot.com/2005/09/google-extends-its-reach.html' title='Google extends its reach'/><author><name>Dulbecco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871743569147589499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
