Someone kind should probably try to stop me, but this actress is amazing:
(Hat tip to Kottke.)
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Great good news from Microsoft
The web geek in me is pleased as punch with this announcement IEBlog : Microsoft’s Interoperability Principles and IE8
We’ve decided that IE8 will, by default, interpret web content in the most standards compliant way it can.
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Phineas Finn
And, in a break from political videos, I should report that I finished Anthony Trollope’s Phineas Finn, which introduces yet another misguided, modestly dissipated youth who doesn’t know his own mind, in this case the title character. There are also three rather wonderful female characters: Lady Laura Kennedy, for whom the plot is a tragedy; Miss Violet Effingham, for whom the book eventually turns out to be a romance; and Madame Max Goesler, for whom the book may or may not be a comedy. I hope very much to see each of these characters (even young Mr Finn) in a future book.
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A year of Quaker meeting in Second Life
My Second-Life alter ego has posted some photos to mark A year of Quaker meeting in SL.
It was a year ago that we held our first Quaker meeting for worship in Second Life, and here we are, still meeting weekly, with a midweek meeting at a more Euro-friendly time getting started, and a beautiful meetinghouse.
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Showing up hatred
“The Westboro Baptist Church, of Topeka, Kansas, is a hate group masquerading as a Christian church.” Thus the Kansas-based organizers of The Million Fag March describe one of America’s most notorious hate mongers.
What you need to know
Date: March 30, 2008
Time: 11:00 AMWhere: Westboro Baptist Church, Topeka, KS
Requirements: This is not a “gay-only” event. Just come with the ability to send a message to the WBC and Fred Phelps that intolerance is unacceptable.
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Beauty from sorrow
One of the people I’m coming to know in that funny, online, “I’ve never met them” way is Tateru Nino, a fellow denizen of Second Life and Twitter (who happens to live in Australia). She’s a prolific blogger and writer, ready with insightful commentary about the unfolding metaverse. She has posted a lovely essay prompted by the death of her father: Remembering.
It’s a funny thing, memory. Well, my memory is. I remember that I was at places, knew people, did things. Except I remember them like they were something that someone told me. Not like I was the person who was there. Most of those memories are gone now, anyway. A year or two years or three, and there’s just vague fragments, like a half-remembered story or a distant dream — yet somehow, I still remember pretty much everything I ever learned.
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Can You Forgive Her?
I continue my Anthony Trollope kick, this time starting the Palliser series of novels. Can You Forgive Her? is a rhetorical question that quite obviously is intended to be answered, “of course.” But I found Alice Vavasor to be tediously headstrong as well as foolish. I suppose it is to be expected when one is reading a soap opera.