This video has some sweet riding, give it a look. Bunch of thread the needle moves and an amazing set up at the end. Click the link.
An 89 year old man was doing his daily crossword, probably reflecting on how wholesome things used to be and how much he misses the old days, when disaster struck.
“14 across…Wild Asian Ass. Must be some sort of donkey in them far east lands. Maybe that Yahoo sumgun will know. Let’s see now, how do you use these board keys again? ‘W’-‘I’-‘L’-‘D’…”
The part that makes it is the look on his face. He looks like he just wants to beat whoever owns those sites back into the 1950’s.
The freecoaster wheel begins. No incline will be safe from rollback action.
First set of spokes.
Sets two, three and four.
Tomorrow we tension, true and test. Tuesday we break it loose on the streets of Buffalo.
I almost forgot how easy this is.
From this article by Bruce Schneier, a famous name in the security community:
At a security conference recently, the moderator asked the panel of distinguished cybersecurity leaders what their nightmare scenario was. The answers were the predictable array of large-scale attacks: against our communications infrastructure, against the power grid, against the financial system, in combination with a physical attack.
I didn’t get to give my answer until the afternoon, which was: “My nightmare scenario is that people keep talking about their nightmare scenarios.”
It’s an interesting article. His point, which he makes often and which I agree with, is that people tend to be blind, stupid, panicky creatures who are incredibly bad at evaluating risk.
A fine day for a ride, hot as hell. We hit up Elma for a little off road to mix it up and get Chris’s tires dirty for the first time. Matt got a shot of my bombing a hill, it was closer to a 45 degree angle than it looks.
For the rest of the ride it felt like an MC Esher painting as we constantly went uphill.
We hit Knox Farm and Jon broke a tree branch, we can’t have anything nice.
All in all 18 plus miles (uphill) and food and fire post ride. Next week at Matt’s for a city ride.
There’s a blog post over on the Chronicle of Higher Ed web site about the latest New Yorker cover. The cover is a cartoonish illustration of a young man hanging his PhD on the wall of his childhood bedroom, while his worried parents look on.
It’s a simple joke. “It’s graduation season, and the economy sucks. Get ready for your kids to move back in with you, no matter how educated they are.”
But the comments on the article that I linked are priceless. It’s like a carnival of thin-skinned whining from the humanities PhD set. What a pack of self-indulgent whiners. Sheesh.
Helpful hint: if you’re going to mug someone, don’t do it in front of a ninja school.
Here’s a link I pulled from the Interesting People mailing list, in the context of discussions about the current evangelical mania sweeping the Texas school curriculum. It’s all about Feynman’s brief stint evaluating math textbooks for the State of California, and it’s depressingly comedic.