Monthly Archives: January 2009

Her Morning Elegance

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Cotton Candy Sky

Cotton Candy Sky

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Shrugged

Atlas

Watch money. Money is the barometer of a
society’s virtue. When you see that trading is done, not by consent but by
compulsion, when you see that in order to produce, you need to obtain
permission from men who produce nothing, when you see that money is flowing to
those who deal not in goods but in favors, when you see that men get richer by
graft and by pull than by work and your laws don’t protect you against them,
but protect them against you, when you see corruption being rewarded and
honesty becoming a self-sacrifice, you may know that your society is
doomed.

Excerpt from Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand,
1957.

via Means

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Austin Zombie Warnings

Roadsign Hacking in Austin – (Traffic Controller Bruce) Jones, who has one of
only two keys to the locked access panels on the portable signs, said that the
hacker broke into the panels [arguable] on each sign and bypassed the passwords
before leaving five different zombie messages and even changing one of the
passwords. Jones said he had to wait until 8 a.m. to call the manufacturing
company to figure out how to override the hacker’s work [Bruce, please see original
article
]. He speculated that the hacker could be a computer genius from
UT.

Sign hacker broadcasts zombie warnings [austin
american-statesman]
Keep Austin Zombie-free [nofearofthefuture]
Austinist: 
Zombie Defense League Co-opts Construction Sign

Video
News Report

Anonymous:  I would complain to the Texas DOT; “Zombie” is a
pejorative term and that they prefer to be called
“Re-animated-Americans.”

via geekologie

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Poetry Animations

Poetry Animations via YouTube

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So, so you think you can tell

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.

Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change?

And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.

We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,

Running over the same old ground.

What have you found?

The same old fears.

Wish you were here.

floyd

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