With a certain currently popular Black Eyed Peas song playing in the background, my son cocked his head to listen for a bit and asked, “Is he saying, I Just Can’t Get It Up?”
We’re the kind of species that needs a frontier — for fundamental biological reasons. Every time humanity stretches itself and turns a new corner, it receives a jolt of productive vitality that can carry it for centuries. There is a new world next door. And we know how to get there.
— Carl Sagan
Deluxe Wooden Kitchen & Laundry Center aka “Daddy’s Bane”
Or, as has been heard around the house during this last week of assembly, “that mother #@$&ing kitchen.”
Read. Read lots of different things. Read the King James Bible, and Dickens, and poems by Shelley, and Marvel Comics and thrillers by Chester Himes and Dashiel Hammet. Look at the astonishing things you can do with words. Note the way they can conjure up whole worlds in the space of half a page.
— Tim Radford
It will be there when the icecaps melt and the cities drown, when humanity destroys itself in fire and zombies, when the roaches finally achieve sentience, take over, and begin using computers themselves -at which point its various Ctrl-Meta key-chords will seem not merely satisfyingly ergonomic for the typical arthropod, but also direct evidence for the universe’s Intelligent Design by some six-legged, multi-jointed God.
— Kieran Healy on Emacs.

I may have to quit Facebook. I don’t think I’m ever going to have the heart to change this.
There is nothing quite so cheering as an infectious laugh. (via)




