I think I have found the greatest thread in the history of the Internet. It's such a perfect soup of geekiness that I half suspect it's all invented. Whether it's real or not, it reaches a pinnacle that I think we've all been striving for since about 1997. It's like a "Nine Billion Names of God" thing: now that this thread has been achieved, there is nothing else left for the universe to accomplish.

It starts with a blog posting by SF author Charlie Stross -- who is a fantastically inventive writer, by the way. He writes:

I'm right in the middle of this up in the Bronx right now. The rain is biblical, but the hail has now stopped -- yup, huge chunks of ice were falling in the Bronx in August. The wind has dropped a bit too, though not before a huge tree branch came down in the street outside (it looks like it may have damaged at least one parked car). There will certainly be more down all over the neighborhood by the time this is over.

Our summer weather has been like this a lot, lately, in fact. Not the tornado warnings, but the afternoon deluges. You can almost set your watch by them. It's gorgeous and sunny all day, and then around 5:30 or so, it starts pouring, and I mean torrential, and the wind is strong enough to send it sideways. It doesn't matter whether you have an umbrella: you get soaked anyway. So people huddle under awnings and in store doorways. I did that yesterday--

(I just *heard* the electrical crack of lightning. Shit.)

--huddled in a doorway for a while, and took a few pictures:

...use it the way Apple wants you to use it.

I heard about this recentlly, when Larry Dignan, editor in chief of ZDNet wrote at his blog about the rumor -- now confirmed as fact -- that

Apple apparently can disable App Store software remotely on your iPhone 3G. The iPhone calls home and poof the application is nuked.

That was enough to make my head explode. But Dignan continued:

Looking, for all the world, like he was falling-down drunk in Beijing:

See that guy in the upper right corner? No one is that concerned (or worried) for someone who merely "stumbles," as the official explanation would have us believe. Laura Bush is spectacularly unconcerned, of course -- Xanax will do that, I hear, as well as plaster a 24/7 Stepford smile on one's face -- but look at the woman next to her (is that a Bush daughter?). She's worried.

A closeup:

Speaking of sexism at the Olympics... The little girl who sang the Chinese revolutionary anthem at the opening ceremonies the other night? She was lip-synching. But she was lip-synching to the singing of a totally different little girl:

The real singer was Yang Peiyi, a seven-year-old deemed not pretty enough to be the face of China's most watched moment in history.

Chubby-cheeked with crooked teeth, she was substituted at the eleventh hour by Communist Party officials desperate to present the best possible image of Chinese youth to a curious world.

And the Chinese don't see anything wrong with this:

Simon Barnes at TimesOnline is all hot and bothered about what these amazing new swimsuits the Olympic swimmers are wearing are doing to their breasts:

Those who have been watching the swimming at the Olympic Games could be forgiven for asking the obvious question. I mean: what's happened to women's breasts? Once, female swimming champions had them, now they don't. They have broad shoulders and wide chests, but no lumps on them. It's not quite as it should be. Is it masculinising drugs? Some kind of anti-cosmetic surgery? An early example of massed gene-doping?

No. It's the Speedo LZR Racer. This is a swim suit that improves your hydrodynamic efficiency, and it does so by holding you in, by compressing the body. This has a dramatic effect on biomechanical efficiency, it means that your muscles don't flap about so much. Because of this, the process of recovery after each stroke is infinitely easier for the body to deal with.

An expert in biomimetics has suggested that the suit also helps your body to deal with pain: the compression makes the body send less urgent messages to the brain. You can bear it all much better. In short, you go faster. You can always regain your femininity when you have wriggled out of the damn things after the race.

From BBC News:

Pakistan's ruling coalition parties say they have agreed "in principle" to start impeachment proceedings against President Pervez Musharraf.

Wow. I guess Musharraf mustn't be the all-powerful evil-overlord dictator we thought he was, if he can be impeached. I mean, otherwise he'd just, I dunno, dissolve parliament or something, and it's not like he can do that or anything, right?

Last year, he gave up control of the army, the country's most powerful institution, but he retains the power to dissolve parliament.

Oh.

Will someone please tell Nancy Pelosi about this?

(Technorati tags: impeachment, Musharraf, Bush)

I'm still fuming over this ad, spotted on Los Angeles Craigslist, seeking a "Very Brainy + Creative Thinker, Planner, Editor" for a series of high-end newsmagazines covering ritzy Southern California communities including Malibu Beach and Beverly Hills.

The publisher is looking for a brilliant miracle worker:

We need more intellectual firepower, investigative articles on serious issues.

We should do more interviews with top-level movers and shakers, authors, academics, CEOs, political leaders, etc.

...

This is for someone really brainy who wants to test the envelope.

...

I see you as someone who comes up with 4-5 really great ideas every month that we should write about. You could do some or all of the writing, or you could help me find just the right writer or writers who should.

...

This is NOT a role in which you will say to me, "What do you want me to write about this month?" It's VERY MUCH a role in which you will say to me, "Here are five fantastic ideas your readers will absolutely love." And then I want those ideas to be so great that I'll simply say "yes, yes, yes, yes -- and yes."

This makes me laugh till I cry:

(Technorati tags: fascism)

It was seven years ago today that President George W. Bush -- may his name life in annals of infamy and disgrace forever -- got the "Bin Laden Determined to Strike in U.S." memo, and ignored it in favor of clearing brush on his faux ranch in Crawford.

When I think what Bush and his cronies have done with this country -- how far down the road to full-blown fascism they've taken it ("President Bush has the legal power to order the indefinite military detentions of civilians captured in the United States, the federal appeals court in Richmond, Va., ruled on Tuesday in a fractured 5-to-4 decision.") -- I feel ill and angry and desperate to do something to counter it. And then I feel despair, because I can't think of anything to do that will be effective. And today I discovered (via Sideshow) that Chris Floyd at Empire Burlesque has put into words why I can't think of anything that might be effective:

Rick Blaine (Humphrey Bogart) in Casablanca:

There are certain sections of New York that I wouldn't advise you to try to invade.

(Technorati tags: New York)

Are people actually using Kindle, Amazon's e-reader? It seems like they are -- TechCrunch is reporting that 240,000 of the things have been sold so far.

Since I first wrote about the Kindle last year, I've seen one in the flesh, so to speak -- it's way cooler than I ever imagined -- and have heard from friends who've gotten hooked on them, and the general consensus seems to be that the only people complaining about them are those who haven't actually used one. I wouldn't mind the chance to play around with a Kindle on an extended basis... and I think I may need to get my own book into a format that Kindle can read.

(Technorati tags: Kindle)

From BBC News:

Celebrity chef Antony Worrall Thompson has apologised after he recommended use of a poisonous plant in recipes.

In a magazine interview about watercress and other wild foods, Mr Worrall Thompson said the weed henbane was "great in salads".

Healthy & Organic Living magazine's website has now issued an urgent warning that "henbane is a very toxic plant and should never be eaten".

The chef had meant to recommend fat hen, which is a wild herb.

...

He is unsure how the mistake happened.

I'll tell you how the mistake happened: it's one of two things, or maybe both.

I hate Wal-Mart. With a passion. I will not be caught dead in a Wal-Mart. I am in agreement with the Rude Pundit, who once said:

When the revolution happens, we should barbecue the rich on the flames of a burning Wal-Mart.

And when civilization collapses, I'll even hesitate to loot a Wal-Mart.

And that was before I read this, in the Wall Street Journal:

This Canadian beheading story sounds like something out of The X-Files:

A bus passenger calmly stabbed another man dozens of times and decapitated him, pausing briefly to display the head to horrified passengers, witnesses in Canada said.

...

Passengers said the attacker did not seem to know the victim, who appeared to be about 19 years old, and that he wore sunglasses throughout the attack although it was the middle of the night.

Passenger Garnet Caton said the victim was sleeping with headphones on before he was stabbed 40 or 50 times by the man sitting next to him.

"We heard this bloodcurdling scream and turned around, and the guy was standing up, stabbing this guy repeatedly, like 40 or 50 times," Mr Caton said.

He said the bus stopped and the passengers scrambled to disembark while the suspect allegedly began methodically carving up the man's body.

The attacker severed the man's head with a large hunting knife and held the head up by the door for others to see.

"When he was attacking him, he was calm... like he was at the beach," Mr Caton said. "There was no rage or, or anything. He was just like a robot stabbing the guy."

Well, I sat high up in an arena and watched them walk. But it was pretty darn cool anyway.

Last night I saw Walking with Dinosaurs: The Live Experience at Madison Square Garden here in New York. It's based on the BBC documentary series, and apparently it's been all over the world, not to mention the U.S. already, but it's still got dates to come in Chicago and Southern California.

Here's a clip of the show in Brisbane last year:

No, really. The deputy director of Beijing's Municipal Environmental Protection Bureau says so!

Smog Clouds Lenses Of TV Crews In Beijing

Television reports showing thick smog in Beijing just days before the scheduled opening of the summer Olympics have sparked responses from Chinese officials assuring the public in general and athletes in particular that the air pollution poses no risk. Du Shaozhong, deputy director of Beijing's Municipal Environmental Protection Bureau, told a Daily Variety reporter that the television reports were misleading. "A blue sky doesn't mean the air quality is good," he said. "If you take a shower, you can't see clearly because of the steam, but it doesn't mean it's pollution."

Just look how lovely it is:

What Sheila at Gawker said:

It's easy and idealistic to say, but seriously: stop writing for free. This means you, if you're one of the many Huffington Post bloggers who don't get paid....

If you're blogging for someone other than yourself (not as a commenter, not as a personal blogger; those are labors of love and don't count) you deserve to be paid.

If you're an employee or an independent contractor or a freelancer and some entity or website is making money off your labor, you deserve to be paid. It doesn't matter how solvent the company is--they're still selling ads and making revenue.

It really is as simple as that. No one who considers him/herself a professional writer should work for free... and if your writing is good enough that someone else wants to hire you, then it's good enough to get paid for.

(Technorati tags: writing for free)

Dead Monster Washes Ashore in Montauk screams Gawker!

Har har.

But then there's this picture:

Some folks are guessing it's a dead dog. Or a shell-less turtle. Or viral marketing for... something. The apocalypse, I'd guess.

*shudder*

(Technorati tags: Montauk monster)

That's a headline from the Associated Press this morning.

(Americans do this too!)

Rather disturbing is this bit from the AP piece:

Their 17 other children range in age from 20 months to 23 years old.

So this woman's body hadn't really recovered from her last childbirth before she was pregnant again. And that's probably not the first time that's happened for her.

But this is what I wanted to highlight, from the father of those 18 kids:

"We never planned how many children to have. We just let God guide our lives, you know, because we strongly believe life comes from God and that's the reason we did not stop the life," said Alexandru Ionce.

It's pretty funny that this God person, who is supposedly so powerful and loves life and all, can be thwarted by a bit of latex or a dose of hormones. I kinda wouldn't have thought that would be the case.

(Technorati tags: pregnancy, birth control)