Thursday, August 30, 2007

Allright, some comedy/tunes...

Tenacious D, Jack Black's "band" - Tribute...

M.C. Frontalot - Goth Girls (self described nerdcore rockers)

Pat McGee Band - Sex and Beer (sing along, it'll stick in your head)


This is damn funny... unless you happened to be in a car that day....

The 94 kids used an underground corridor.

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• 1 1/2 oz. vodka
• 1 tsp. peppermint schnapps

Mixing instructions:
Mix all ingredients with ice in a shaker. Strain into a chilled cocktail glass.
Option: Garnish with a small candy cane or create a candy cane "rimmer" with crushed candy canes.


You know that old "frog in a blender" joke? Yeah....

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Went for a ride this evening. Got geared up, leather from head to toe, and set out to tilt some horizons before it got dark. No real destination in mind, just looking for a quiet road in the middle of nowhere that has some nice turns, so I can enjoy my bike and let it do what it was made to do as opposed to torturing it by making it do city-commuter duty.

Clamped on my radar detector, filled it with fuel, did the preflight walkaround, good to go.

Cruised 20 miles out of Seattle to get away from the dregs of the rush home hour, then pointed the bike east, toward the Cascade Mountain foothills. This area is rife with little known/little used slices of twisty-road heaven, usually as the highway switchbacks down into a small valley, then back up the other side. Rural.

I found a spot that had some really nice serpentine pavement, roughly 10 miles of first/second gear naughtiness. I cruised through the first time looking for police/gravel/tricky corners, then turned around and increased the speed.

After coming to grips with the fact that my new bigger sprocket means I'm riding a unicycle exiting most turns, I was getting comfy, experimenting with lines, body position, smoothness, you know, searching for that elusive flow, where you feel relaxed and smmootthhhhh, but you're really making time.

Back and forth, learning the road, trying new arcs. Enjoying the whole thing immensely.

Near one of my turnaround spots, two sportbike riders pass me, about to enter the playground I've been working in. I roll to my turnaround point, thinking(as just about every rider does), "Wonder if I can catch them?"

I turn, then crank it up, using the knowledge I've gained to work the road, accelerating out of corners with the front wheel two feet in the air, shifting my weight on the back tire to get the bike set up for the next turn, braking, turning in, leaning off, accelerating as much as the bike will allow (without flipping over backwards) to the next braking zone.

An old crappy car lumbers it's way onto the road, pulling out in front of me. I feel no anger, though, as he obviously didn't see me coming, and I was doing well in excess of the posted limit.

He proceeded to drive at 10 mph under the limit. I waited until a short straight, then gassed it, passing him with plenty of room to spare.

Cager forgotten, I returned to the business of dissecting the road.

Braking deep, knowing the corner was a tight hairpin marked 15 mph with gravel strewn around right at the apex, I late brake, then as I'm looking for my late apex,....

Damn. A bike, lying on it's side, directly in my lane.

One of the riders I'd crossed paths with.

I pulled off, they were already getting the bike upright and out of the traffic. From the arc of dirt across the road, I could tell, he'd lost the front, low siding into the armco barrier lining the section, the bike bouncing back out into the lane. Thankfully it really is a LOW speed turn, the guy was probably doing only 20 mph when he went down.

Parking, I said, " Everybody O.K.?" The downed rider was wearing full leathers, and stated he was ok. The bike ( similar to the R1 above), started right up, looked like only superficial damage to the left side.

As I was parking my own bike to see if they needed help, the guy in the car I'd passed rolled through, sarcastically clapping his hands, saying, " very cool" and other things I won't put on the blog, as I try to keep it SFW most times. Didn't even stop/ show any concern. Happy somebody had wrecked. He was pissed because I'd passed his traffic-blocking ass earlier. Since I was on a motorcycle, he assumed we were all together.

The riders thanked me for stopping, but assured me they were all right. They guy seemed more embarassed than anything.

I straddled my bike and rode on.

I did actually unintendidly catch the clapping guy just before the road split, He saw me in the rearview and made a final clapping gesture. I resisted making a gesture of my own (redneck morons can be gun toting batshaiet CRAZY), and settled for wheelieing past his piece of shit car as the road forked.

Enjoyed the rest of the ride, got home just as darkness settled in. Good Ride.
Y'all be careful out there.

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A good friend and fellow rider told me about these biker- specific comics. If you ride go Here and laugh your butt off for a while. A lot of this is why we wave to fellow riders... we've all done it/seen it/had it happen. If you're not a biker, probably won't get much out of it.
From The site's Bio...

" Hello, my name is Brian Groves. I am 33 years old and I reside in Sellersburg, IN. You can find that with a microscope a few miles north of Louisville, KY. I live with my wife, and my 3 year old step daughter.

As you can tell I have a passion for motorcycles, I have been riding since I was 26. I have owned several motorcycles including a 99 ZX6R and a 2001 R1. I currently have over 42, 000 miles logged on my current bike. It is something I enjoy immensely. If you have or have ever had a motorcycle then I would expect you to understand! I look forward to upcoming track days and any chance I get to go to deals gap. Some like skydiving or rock climbing I like motorcycle riding. "
" I also have a passion for drawing. I have been drawing ever since I can remember. I took every art class available in high school. I even turned my regular classes into art classes by sketching all over paper and notebooks. My parents had it easy when birthdays or Christmas time came. I just wanted more paper and pencils. I do other work other than sketches including but not limited to, air brushing, chalk drawings, acrylic paints, murals, auto paint, ink drawings and any other medium that is available. My favorite however is black and white sketches. "

" One of my first sets of drawings in this series was for group riding signals. The idea came to me after a Sunday afternoon on a group ride with 14 other people. I just sketched them at work the next night, out of boredom. I did not think they would have been such a big hit. I ended up with requests of setting up a site so people could get their daily fix of Sportbike Funnies.

With the help of some great friends I have had the opportunity to bring both of my passions together and draw about the hobbies I enjoy most in my spare time. I hope you enjoy the website we have put together, please feel free to contact me and let me know what you think. You are more than welcome to give me other drawing ideas as well. Thank you for your continuing support."

(His other hand signal sketches are on the previously linked site, I found this one on his local riders' page. I think it's the best one...)

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Monday, August 27, 2007

The Tragically Hip - Three Pistols (Old but great)

The Tragically Hip - Fiddlers Green ( Old but mellow and good)


Got a sci-fi geek friend? Email him this image and let him obsess for days...

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Just some pretty cars...


Ted Leo and The Pharmacists - Since you've been gone


A big part of the fun I have surfing is finding interesting blogs. This is one of them. The story of a girl. In Alaska. That lives in a van. With her dog. And eats weeds. What does she do for cash? Shes a stripper. The title of her blog?


The Crutch Master - Bill Shannon...

Read More?

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Friday, August 24, 2007

Fort Minor - Dolla

Heavy, rappy, Led Zeppelin riff. But I like it anyway. Check it out.


Impressive iceberg rollover...(2;31)


Remember those 1980's color changing t-shirts? Yeah. Like that.

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A virtually limitless variety of specified color and visual effects may be created.

A pre-determined "activation" temperature is specified and, once reached, the colors begin to "bloom" and continue cycling through the specified spectrum as the temperature continues to fluctuate.

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Pretty little thermonuclear dandelion...


I need new sportbike tires. On my Valkyrie I got about 10000 miles from a decent set of tires, I'm getting less than 5000 on the ZX10r. Since I ride on the street, I always leave a little spare grip in reserve in case of the unexpected, so I don't use all the potential in a set of the Michelin pilot powers I have fitted now.

Michelin Pilot Roads are sport touring tires, higher mileage at the expense of grip. I don't know if I want to go down this road, though, as I do need grip in the twisties.

There's an answer. Pilot Road 2's use dual compound rubber, harder in the middle, and softer on the sides, for straight line mileage and grip in the corners... I'll let Nicky Hayden explain...

Too bad they aren't available in the U.S. - yet.

Come on Michelin, bring them to the market.

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Unless you've been living under a rock, you should really know about It's a free classified ad site, has many communities, and it's entertaining to just read the "best of" and rants and raves sections. One problem, though, is if you're looking for a specific item and are willing to go to several cities for it, there's no easy way to search multiple locations. Until now.
lets you search multiple cities at once to find the info you want. The site's creator also adds this disclaimer...
dear craigslist,

so....i made this site that does consolidated searches of your sites. seeing as though i'm the kind of dork that makes something like this first and ask questions later, it wasn't until i posted it up that i realized how much you don't like sites like mine. i understand, but i figured i paid for the domain already so i'd ride it out as long as i could and i hoped you wouldn't hate me as much since i at least didn't force people to search all of the USA -- which is retarded.

i know your mission is to create comminuties, and i totally love and respect that. the problem is, if i'm looking for a yamaha wr250 with a CA plate i'm willing to drive anywhere in CA to get it, or even OR or AZ. searching on 10 or more site just gets tiring. you made craigslist because newspaper classifieds are limited, i made this search because i thought going to 10 different sites and re-entering the same search is what computers are made for.

as you can see from the footer/disclaimer i have on the main pages, i have only good intentions for this site and am in no way trying to steal your users or profit from your content. i don't have any ads, don't want ads, don't care about what people search for, and i've been trying to evolve my script to reduce the load it puts on CL and protect it from exploitation.

thanks for making one of the greatest sites on the web. if you have any issues or comments feel free to contact me. i'm not out to make enemies. i'm just trying make my life easier when searching for all the crap i like to find on craigslist. i am a local web designer and i feel i've made a very usable advanced search interface for CL. for all you've given me, i would gladly give it to you.



Found a road test review of my bike from back in 2004 from
Motorcyclist Online....

You expect certain things from the Ninja. Power. Quickness. Agility. Focus. Bravado. Attitude. Heavy on the attitude. Still, unless you catapult-launch F-18 Hornets or 6500-horsepower Top Fuel dragsters for a living, this Ninja is a revelation. Prepare yourself for the strongest literbike in the world. Understand that it's lighter than most 600s. And while that's sinking in, make a mental note to pack an extra Depends.

One hundred mph arrives before the 13,000-rpm redline—in first gear. Shift into second at triple digits and a practiced throttle hand can lift the front Dunlop for obscene distances. The 10R covers a quarter-mile in less time than it takes to read this sentence, and it punishes incompetence, impudence and stupidity even more quickly. Too much throttle, almost anywhere, and it'll stick you in the ground like a golf tee.

This Ninja doth not suffer fools. It eats them. Whole. Any sportbike commands respect and first-rate skills. Kawasaki's all-new ZX-10R demands more of both than any motorcycle currently for sale, along with simply heroic willpower. Nothing in any showroom punts you forward with such pure, concentrated, brute force. Its predatory silhouette alone makes small children, domestic pets and impressionable girls hyperventilate. If it lived next door, the ZX-10R would bet heavily on the Oakland Raiders. It would own an overwrought Rottweiler named Cujo and play all 11 Metallica albums every weekend—with the dial cranked up to 11. Your mother wouldn't approve. Your black-sheep uncle doing time for armed robbery would advise against it. Twenty years after the first 900, Kawasaki's latest literbike is entirely stunning—and unmistakably a Ninja.

It's slim and short enough to make most 600s look like sport-tourers. A ZX-6R is larger in every dimension except overall height. Parked alongside it, Suzuki's GSX-R1000 seems positively massive. The eyes, in this case, have it right. At 433 pounds, complete with all requisite fluids, the 10R carries 11 fewer pounds than a GSX-R1000 and weighs 33 pounds less than Honda's CBR1000RR. Its 54.5-inch wheelbase is the shortest in literbike land. Thumb the starter and throttle response is immediate. There's something wicked going on down there. The 998cc four's titanium exhaust system delivers a rowdy, loping, raucous idle: the consummate overture to horsepower.

That fat rear Dunlop delivers the goods, too. Putting 161.9 horsepower on the pavement at 11,750 rpm, it dethrones the previous dyno king, Kawasaki's ZX-12R (161.4 at 10,000 rpm). Anyone else want a piece of this? The ZX-10R overpowers Suzuki's Hayabusa (156.1 at 9500 rpm), Honda's new CBR1000RR (153.3 at 11,250 rpm) and Yamaha's latest R1 (158.3 at 12,500 rpm). And here's the kicker. Add that 433-pound wet weight to the 170-pound rider we use for spec-chart calculations, divide by 161.9 horsepower, and you have a weight/power ratio of 3.72 pounds per. It just doesn't get any better than that, sports fans.

But enough with the numbers already. As you might ask a man hit by lightning: What's it like?

Tall, slender frame spars and strategically compressed engine dimensions make the Ninja feel more like a twin between your knees than a four. Beyond that, rider accommodations are all business, though somewhat less compact than the rest of the package. Comfortable is a strong word—think an F-18 cockpit, not a 747 first-class lounge. Legroom is adequate for a 35-inch inseam, though shorter-legged types are more at home here. Back out of the inexplicably stiff standard settings and the ZX-10R's suspension is taut though agreeably compliant, with none of the nasty harshness that troubled the '03 ZX-6R. Thanks to the tough, linear clutch—and the strongest engine in motorcycling history—that 100-mph low gear isn't a problem in traffic, especially with the extra-tall first gear. There's more driveline slack than you'll find in a GSX-R1000. Add the Kawasaki's curt on/off throttle response and commuting in traffic is a notch more trying than usual. Heat rising from the exhaust system's cast-titanium collector slow-roasts your right foot—one more reason to take this thing out where it can breathe. Otherwise, the package is magnificently agile and surprisingly well-mannered.

Touring, in ZX-10R parlance, is whatever combination of freeway, thruway, highway and/or toll road lies between your garage and the twisty bits. By that definition, the world's strongest streetbike works just fine. Ergonomics situate the rider well forward—that front Dunlop works better when it's on the pavement—without overloading arms and wrists. This close proximity allows the racy little fairing to provide practical wind protection. Compliant suspension delivers a humane ride over all but the most neglected pavement. Aside from a short seat-to-bar dimension that puts a tall rider's elbows and knees in tight company, the nicely shaped saddle makes this a decent place to spend the afternoon. The low-fuel warning light usually starts blinking after about 120 miles, which means you'll be running out in another 30. As long as there are suitably interesting roads—and a gas station or two—within 150 miles of home, you're in business. Just do everyone a favor and get your mind right first, because things soon get, shall we say, exciting.

The effectively invisible LCD tach display isn't much help, but things change on the other side of 8000 rpm. Long, straight bits of road are transitory blips on your visual radar. Corners rush from the horizon to your lap far too quickly. Entering bends 10 or 20 mph faster than ever is ludicrously easy. Discretion becomes the only part of valor. We kept the engine spinning between 4000 and 8000 rpm to maintain a quick, twisty-road pace—shifting more often than is necessary on a GSX-R1000, for example—to stay out of the big power. Ironic? Yes, but thanks to Kawasaki's most nimble, obedient chassis yet, plenty entertaining.

Even on tight, quick-flick roads, the 10R feels more agile than any other literbike and all but a few 600s. Assertive steering geometry and that stubby 54.5-inch wheelbase let you instigate your desired cornering trajectory with minimal muscle. The biggest challenge in point-and-shoot land, or anywhere else for that matter, is keeping the front wheel on the ground. Get sloppy with body position or throttle control, just for an instant, and you're riding a 162-horse unicycle.

It's just as responsive on fast sweeping pavement, too, and doesn't feel nervous. Since there's no steering damper, we approached fast cornering over any sort of rise with the same respect afforded blasting caps or underfed piranha. Once dialed in, suspension is by far the most compliant of any Kawasaki sportbike, regardless of engine size. The 10R's cornering manners are commendable by any measure, even at maximum lean. Springs are on the stiff side, and damping is taut, but pavement imperfections rarely upset the bike's excellent cornering composure or loosen the superb grip of Dunlop's new D218 radials. Lackluster initial bite and spongy feel at the lever mean it takes a healthy squeeze to slow things down despite the radially mounted calipers. The skinny brake lever cuts into your fingers under hard braking, too—a common occurrence on something this fast.

The glitch list is short for an all-new motorcycle. We'd like more bite from the front brake and less from the lever, plus a tachometer you can actually read. Otherwise, the ZX-10R is literally stunning in every sense of the word. It's easy to argue that 162 rear-wheel horses in a 433-pound (full o‘ gas) package adds up to an obscene case of overkill. You could contend that nobody needs this kind of clout, and we probably wouldn't argue. But if you have the skills and judgment to wield it, then shift into second at 8000 rpm on this thing just once and see if "needs" doesn't take on a whole new meaning. Other '04 literbikes may offer more civility or comfort in certain situations. But when it comes to airing out the adrenals with pure, unadulterated acceleration, nothing exceeds like excess. And nothing else comes close to this Ninja. Nothing.


Age: 29
Height: 5 ft. 7 in.
Weight: 160 lb.
Inseam: 30 in.

This was supposed to be the year I finally abandoned my obsession with liter-class sportbikes. My New Year's resolution wasn't to back off booze or to quit buying scratch-and-wins, but instead to jump off the bigger-is-better ego train and learn to love smaller-capacity bikes, too.

Riding the 2004 Suzuki GSX-R600 and 750 sealed the deal. My real resolution this year is to get my corner speeds way up, which requires skills you only learn on a lighter, more agile (and usually slower) bike. Besides, the latest GSX-R600 effortlessly power-wheelies in second, and the 750 makes as much power as a Y2K literbike—but weighs almost 50 pounds less. Not exactly a sacrifice! What to do, then, with Kawasaki's mind-bending ZX-10R? The numbers are almost too good to be true: 433 pounds wet, less than 55 inches between the axles, and tinier in nearly every dimension than the K-company's ZX-6R.

From the saddle you have every indication you're riding a 600—until you crack the throttle and 162 ruthless horses come online, that is. The 10R doesn't even argue if you ride it like a 600. Run it deep into corners (love those righteous radial-mount calipers!), flick it in late, pick it up early and then happily carry the wheel through the next two gears. Have your cake, they say, and eat it, too.

So what about my New Year's resolution? There's always 2005.—Aaron Frank

Age: 41
Height: 6 ft.
Weight: 220 lb.
Inseam: 32 in.

Here's an analogy those of you who ride dirtbikes might appreciate: Riding the ZX-10R on anything but a wide-open back road or a racetrack is sorta like riding an open-class motocrosser—in your 100x60-foot backyard! The thing is so short, so light, so narrow between the knees and so damn fast that riding it on public roads becomes an entirely new experience. Think Han Solo and making the jump to lightspeed. Remember the song "Hot Rod Lincoln" from the late 1960s or early '70s, the one that had lyrics that included a bit about "light poles looking like a picket fence?" That's what riding the new Ninja is like. It's funny, brutally fast as it is, it's also fairly refined, and it wouldn't be out of the question to have this thing as your only sportbike. Your riding buddies might call you a sadist, but you could do it. Riding to Laguna Seca with soft bags strapped to the tail? OK, maybe not. But Kawasaki deserves kudos here for mixing in a few pinches of livability with all that mind-blowing explosiveness.

I've written this before and I'll write it again: These new literbikes are all so powerful, trick and capable that picking one really does come down to styling or one's gut feel for a particular brand. Picking a "winner" from this bunch is gonna be a bitch, but it's definitely a good thing for fans of high-end sportbikes. —Mitch Boehm


Raiders of the Lost Lake

In the early 1990s, a Russian drilling rig encountered something peculiar two miles beneath the coldest and most desolate place on Earth. For decades, the workers at Vostok Research Station in Antarctica had been extracting core samples from deep scientific boreholes, and analyzing the lasagna-like layers of ice to study Earth's bygone climate. But after tunneling through 414,000 layers or so– about two miles into the icecap– the layers abruptly ended. The ice below that depth was relatively clear and featureless, a deviation the scientists were at a loss to explain. In search of answers, the men drilled on.

Unbeknownst to the Russians, their drill had mingled with the uppermost reaches of one of the largest freshwater lakes in the world; a pristine pocket of liquid whose ecosystem was separated from the rest of the Earth millions of years ago. As for what sort of organisms might lurk in that exotic environment today, no one can really be certain.

In prehistoric times the Antarctic continent was much more temperate, with lush tropical foliage and thriving wildlife. But millions of years ago the Earth's extra-flaky crust caused the landmasses of Australia and South America to gradually peel away from Antarctica, creating a ring of open sea around the southernmost continent. This allowed a massive oceanic current to begin encircling the pole, deflecting warmer northerly currents away from Antarctica's shores. Without warm water to moderate the temperature, a scab of polar ice developed over the formerly forested lands.

Roughly forty million years later, in 1996, the men and women of the Scientific Committee on Antarctic Research (SCAR) urged their Russian colleagues to halt their indiscriminate drilling.

Airborne radar and satellite altimetry had finally managed to penetrate the thick mound of ice over the south pole, and after electromagnetically groping every rock and crevice in Antarctica, a flat region 155 miles long and 31 miles wide was detected below Vostok Station. As improbable as it seemed, SCAR researchers surmised that a liquid lake must lie just below the Russians' steadily advancing bore shaft. In order to avoid contaminating the huge lake with surface bacteria and drilling chemicals, the tunneling had to be stopped.

Lake Vostok was found to have approximately the same surface area as the great Lake Ontario in North America, with more than thrice the depth. Separated from sunlight by two miles of solid ice, the subglacial lake is a place of profound darkness and bitter cold. The water temperature is estimated at 3 degrees below zero Celsius, but it maintains a liquid state due to the crushing weight of the polar ice slab; the temperature at which water freezes is significantly lower under such phenomenal pressure. It is also suspected that geothermal heat from the ground below adds some ambient warmth. According to the ice cores extracted by the Vostok Base scientists, the lonely lake has been sealed beneath the ice for at least 500,000 years, but possibly as much as 25 million.

As requested, the Russians temporarily suspended their drilling efforts pending further study. Their borehole– which was filled with sixty tons of kerosene and freon to prevent re-freezing– stopped within a mere 300 feet of the lake surface. The anomalous ice they had encountered turned out to be lake water which had long ago frozen to the bottom of the slowly migrating glacier. These ice samples provided a few insights into the lake's anatomy, such as its lack of salt, and its absurd overabundance of oxygen; under extreme pressures oxygen will more readily dissolve in water. If the drilling over Vostok had continued uninterrupted, thereby encroaching upon the liquid portion of the lake, the hapless Russians might have been assaulted by a towering geyser of ancient water and liberated oxygen due to the astonishing pressure of the hidden body of water.

In the wake of the lake's discovery, there arose considerable debate regarding the likelihood of finding life there. The environment is remarkably similar to the dark and cold ocean below the surface of Jupiter's ice moon Europa, so the discovery of life in Vostok could have interesting extraterrestrial implications. Due to the cold, the complete absence of sunlight, and the toxic levels of oxygen, many scientists are certain that Lake Vostok is sterile. That, however, would be a scientific first, since never before has a completely lifeless body of water been found on Earth. Extremophile organisms have turned up in the unlikeliest of places, including within volcanic vents on the ocean floor, in the rocks deep in the Earth's crust, and in frozen arctic soil.

It is not unreasonable to suggest that cold-tolerant creatures could thrive in the waters of Lake Vostok, overcoming the oxygen saturation with extraordinary natural antioxidants. But millions of years of evolutionary isolation in an extreme environment may have created some truly bizarre organisms. This notion is supported by the ice samples drawn from the ice just above Lake Vostok, where some unusual and unidentifiable microbial fossils have been found. But the possibility that they are merely contaminates has not yet been completely ruled out.

At present, a number of researchers are mulling over methods to investigate the lake's unique ecosystem without defiling its pristine nature. The introduction of any organisms or chemicals from the surface could irreversibly pollute its waters, and there is a small but real possibility that the lake's alien organisms could be dangerous to humans. To date, the best candidate seems to be the cryobot, a fittingly phallic penetrating probe designed to gingerly work its way into the virgin lake. Its heated tip would melt a channel straight into the ice as it unspools a power and communications line behind it. The melted water would quickly re-freeze behind the cryobot in temperatures which linger around minus 100 degrees Fahrenheit, and once it finally reached the water it would eject a small submersible hydrobot to capture images and take measurements.

Though most scientists are proceeding with considerable caution, and some advocate avoiding the lake altogether, there are reports that the Russian researchers intend to restart drilling in order to reach the lake before their rivals. The Antarctic Treaty of 1961 guarantees all nations the right to conduct non-military scientific study on the continent, therefore little can be done to intervene if the men at Vostok station insist upon proceeding. Several smaller lakes have since been identified beneath the Antarctic icecap, but geologists speculate many of these are linked by a network of under-ice rivers, so contaminating just one lake might taint them all beyond repair.

If science seizes the opportunity to properly explore this perplexing pocket of liquid, it would be equally enlightening whether there is a plethora of life or a complete absence thereof. If the lake is found to be sterile, its desolate waters will provide some measure of insight into life's practical limitations. But if living things do indeed lurk beneath the thick Antarctic icecap– even if only in microbial form– their presence will demonstrate that life is made up of truly resilient stuff, with scientific implications well beyond the scope of our planet.

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Thursday, August 23, 2007

I'll never look at one of those little stickers the same again...

neither will you.

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Gym Class Heroes - To Bob Ross With Love


O.K., after fighting all afternoon, I got the audio functionality back up. That means more music posts for you. I'll also document the steps I used to put a simple audio player on a Blogger site, as the info is strangely fragmented throughout the web.

Here's a sample of a band I've been listening to lately, The Mountain Goats. This tune's called - Jenny. Enjoy.

First you need somewhere to host/stream your music files from. Find an online site and upload them. A common problem with the free sites is that they're either slow to serve/download or that they don't provide you with the critical .MP3 url of your files. So don't waste hours uploading all your Paul Anka CD's until you know you'll be able to get the right url's. Upload one short clip and find out. I went through four hosting sites before I found MusicWebTown.

I'll present this as a pic so that Blogger doesn't read the code and translate it, so you can see the actual text. Click to make the pic big...

You can do a search and often find the above embed codes to copy and paste on the web to save you transcription time/potential errors.

Again, if all you can find is a .html or some other file extension, it won't work. Needs to be .mp3.

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Whatever happened to those Mac vs PC ads? Maybe the spoofs were too much. Like...



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