
via my G1 Android phone and the new WP app.

via my G1 Android phone and the new WP app.
[I]t makes sense for us to take a leadership role in ensuring that people are treated the same. —President Barack Obama, January 28, 2010
(via Towleroad.)
So, if a state’s laws say it is legal, and a couple’s church says it’s moral, and a same-sex couple gets married, why isn’t their marriage recognized by the federal government? And why aren’t you working to change that?
Sully becomes a stand-in for all of us—the post-industrial, post-blue collar office worker stuck in our civilized ways. We are effectively paralyzed too, chained to our desks and DSL lines, far from Eden, far from nature, far from the magical thinking of yore.
via Tor.com / Science fiction and fantasy / Blog posts / Avatar is about transformation.
Good morning, sir. Stephen Fry as my valet.
Ed Gillespie, former counselor to President George W. Bush, whose wife Cathy has been friends with the Roves for 20 years, said: “It’s always sad to see a marriage end. These are two very good people, who came to a not-easy decision. But they care a lot about each other, and they love their son. And they’ll work through it.”
No, working through it usually refers to what you do in order to stay married.
After World War II, large corporations went on acquisition binges and turned themselves into massive conglomerates. In their landmark Harvard Business Review article from 1980, “Managing Our Way to Economic Decline,” Robert Hayes and William Abernathy pointed out that the conglomerate structure forced managers to think of their firms as a collection of financial assets, where the goal was to allocate capital efficiently, rather than as makers of specific products, where the goal was to maximize quality and long-term market share.
I’ve moved (not far, just over Winter Hill, about a mile). The new apartment is wonderful: Third floor (instead of basement); four rooms (instead of studio); wood floors (instead of nice tile); lots of double-hung windows (instead of four little ones). My new commute to work puts me on an outdoor train platform. This is the grafitti opposite where I choose to stand:

“We’re all gonna die.”
Just a shortened version of the Five Remembrances of the Upajjhatthana Sutta.