Further explorations of the woodchip pile. if you have feelings about hoemelss people living in a woodchip pile here several local charities to donate to: http://bit.ly/11rAylB http://bit.ly/11ijyBB http://bit.ly/11rAwtU
An exploration of how the human brain categorizes and makes sense of the world. And then, a way to organize things that take advantage of those brain functions.
Space Command record is out!! Tell all your friends!
You can download it for free here http://spacecommand.bandcamp.com/album/machines-make-music
Craig and Will did an awesome job on this. Congrats on the release guys!
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Supreme Court: Pre-Miranda silence can be used as evidence of guilt
Edge-case scenario; ergo, law.
s/Future/Promise/g | Infrequently Noted
It takes people who are willing to put down an us-vs-them perspective and collaborate honestly and openly to make it happen, but moving the web forward always does. Promises are budding proof that such a thing isn’t beyond our institutions, vendors, and platform leaders to do. Collaboration across the spectrum from users, to spec organizations, to vendors can happen. The platform can be reformed and rationalized, and even the most recalcitrant of DOM spec authors are willing to listen when presented with evidence that their APIs aren’t idiomatic or could be improved to help make the commons better, even when it comes at some risk and cost to their own APIs.
After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.
The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.
The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.
Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.
Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”
When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.
Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”
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