I’ve been on the internet since 93. I grew up on it.
Things were weird and fucked up for kids online in the 90s, and they’re so much worse now. And so, I write the following. If you have a younger brother or sister, if you have friends who do, if you’re a kid who finds this… please read it.
This is awesome.
Read this and do what the post says. And the webcam thing applies to your mobile phone, and the sharing stuff also applies to foursquare and gowalla and whatever else social networking is encouraging right now.
Reading a post ‘tip’ about how to wash a lot of greens. The tip is to fill your sink and swish the greens in the water and let the sand and grit settle. I’m with one of the commenters who said “You mean most people don’t wash their greens this way?”. But this isn’t the boggling thing.
The boggling thing is another commenter who thinks their sink is too filthy to wash their greens in and asked for tips on how to wash their sink.
You wash your dishes, cutlery, glassware, pots, pans, knives, cutting boards and other utensils in your sink. Most of these things you eat off of, or have direct contact with your mouth at some point. Some of these things you prepare raw food on. For the things that need to be heated to cook your food, sure heat kills germs, but heat does not kill mank.
So seriously, if your sink is too filthy to wash greens in, how can you bring yourself to do anything food related with what you wash in it? Or if you think the things you wash in it are safe, then wash the sink the way you wash your dishes?
This is like the thing where people think eating offal is manky, but happily eat eggs[1].
[1] This link is safe for work, but if you like eggs but are squeamish and may get turned off eggs by a technical definition for what eggs actually are (if you have never thought about it before), then don’t click on this link.
What do you do when you discover something weird in the jungle? Poke a stick at it. Really great clip of a young chimpanzee discovering a hidden camera in the wild.
Video won’t embed, but it’s definitely worth a look. (via Nat’l. Geo.)
Sherryl Moore-Ollie looked out the metal-screened windows of Penn Elementary School’s main office and saw a man in the U-shaped building’s courtyard holding what appeared to be a beanbag. Several of her young school boys were punching the bag — the same kids she would usually have to yell at for throwing rocks at the school windows.
Moore-Ollie went outside and realized the beanbag was a punching bag: The man was teaching the boys to box. She introduced herself and the man explained who he was. Derek Brown, a former gang member who was trying to help local kids develop discipline and stay out of trouble. She liked him immediately, liked his passion. The boys seemed to respond to him.
The short was made as a comment on how current censorship will look to future generations. It is a series of scenes cut from old films because they didn’t “meet the local moral standards of the time”.
I can understand why some of these scenes were cut. There was a time when bare ankles and shoulders were considered risque and suggestive. For some, it still is.
Silhouettes teased the imagination and eroticism was about what you weren’t able to see as much as it was what you did.
But aside from the query about whether future generations will think what we censor is ridiculous, I have to wonder if it can also be construed as a comment on how crass and overt modern society has become.
"First, it’s fast – there’s almost no line. That’s because they’re not looking for liquids, they’re not looking at your shoes. They’re not looking for everything they look for in North America. They just look at you,” said Sela. “Even today with the heightened security in North America, they will check your items to death. But they will never look at you, at how you behave. They will never look into your eyes … and that’s how you figure out the bad guys from the good guys."
Last night, as I was getting off the train, I locked eyes with a homeless woman as she was putting on a second pair socks… preparing for the chilly night. She gave me a polite hello, and I stopped. She kept looking at me and suddenly I was trying to think of what I had that I could give to her. Food, I thought. I had a can of green beans that I never got around to eating at lunch (weird, I know). I opened my bag and took out the can. “I’m not sure if you even have a way to open this,” I started. “I’m not going to carry that!” she snapped back. I was dumbfounded. I didn’t know how to respond. I walked away.
This morning, as I was headed to the train, I locked eyes with the same homeless woman. This time she was pushing her shopping cart toward me. I thought I should try again. “Good morning,” I offered. “MOOOOVE!” she shouted. “What?” I asked in confusion. “I SAID MOOOOOVE F***ER!” she yelled even louder. My mouth opened but no words came out. I walked away again.
This is twice that she’s shot me down. Both times publicly. And I’m sure she thinks I’m gone for good. But I happen to know a thing or two about rejection, and I’ve heard a lot worse than “move f***er.” So guess what… someone’s getting a plate full of peanut butter and jelly squares later. And there’s nothing she can do about it.
This homeless woman and I will be sailing down a hill together in that shopping cart laughing with the wind in our hair before the weekend. Mark my words.
Web developer / programmer / software engineer, foodie, fauxtographer, self-confessed geek, general tinkerer.
I love learning, cooking, eating, languages, aesthetically pleasing things (just because I'm not a designer doesn't mean I don't appreciate good design), not being cold, reading.
