Ouch: McCain uninformed about HIV (let’s get him out of the race please, shall we?)

Headline of the day: U.S. airlines cancel more than 2,000 flights

I had classes at UNC with some of the folks in Roman Candle (Logan, Skip, Timshel), and I just heard their song, “Something left to say,” on Indie Pop Rocks, which is the closest thing I know to “making it” in my book. Congrats.

Jesus, New York Times! You can’t publish an article that describes how a 17 year old built a spectrograph for $300 and not give us some idea of how she did it. Slipshod I tell you, slipshod.

Stephanie’s list of things to bring back from France: Oh so impatient!

Hot! Asus Bamboo Ecobook Computer

Hardy-har-har: Chicken fat clogged a major traffic artery Tuesday

tshirt of the day: i rock at basic

This is TOTALLY radical: Il Lee: Ballpoint Abstractions (to do at the San Jose Museum of Art, March 11–July 8, 2007)

Wow, it’s not every day that you’re called a “cultural treasure”: iBiblio website digital repository and community have become cultural treasures of the state of North Carolina

No way! A person born on February 29 may be called a “leapling”

Incredible video of a lunar transit of the sun from the STEREO-B spacecraft

This is awesome: A very strange trip in which I personally visited all 50 states in a week’s vacation.

I feel like I just said this very sentence the other day:

The problem with having only two weeks of vacation per year is that this leaves you with generally only one week off in the summer, the other week generally burned up at the Christmas holidays.

Quote of the day: The San Francisco coffeehouse is the new Palo Alto garage. It’s where all the innovation is happening. —Kevin Burton, Tailrank.com (incidentally, FM, my employer, provides advertising for Tailrank)

On the front page of the Santa Rosa PD yesterday: Blogging for dollars blurs line of truth

Totally awesome series of maps of Europe’s railway networks: Trainspotting Bükkes

What would a unicorn do? Impale evil things, ha!

Headline of the day: Carr Mill gives the finger to Weaver Street patrons

Update: Paul Jones protests: Leaving the Weave. WOW!

Quote of the day: In Poland, Linux makes women swoon in ecstasy. (that looks nothing like an O’Reilly book, btw)

Holy shit this is cool: ARCHOS 404 camcorder. (via Kristina)

Of course my Canon SD400 does this, granted it doesn’t have a 20GB hard drive—but it could have the equivalent of an 8GB hard drive, for only $56!.

Joy on the effect of TV and hiding it: Considering the TV Cozy

To read soon: The Theme-Parking, Megachurching, Franchising, Exurbing, McMansioning of America (via Corey)

Headline of the day: Articifial Intelligence busted for practicing law without a license (it’s tough out there for intelligence these days)

Kristina on public education: i am doll parts? (apparently you can’t say the word “Vagina” in high school in Westchester County, NY”)

Whoa: 770

Heh. The last audio is Reagan laughing, before Zapruder mutters, “Holy shit, how does this keep happening to me?”

What I’d want WordPress+neatlinks to be more like: Tumblr

Video of the day: Help The Police, Help, Help the Police

Wow. Check out the videos: Condom device wins Most Beautiful award

Not the Onion: Switzerland Accidentally Invades Small Country

Holy cow badness: WordPress 2.1.1 dangerous, Upgrade to 2.1.2

File this under “things I’d never have expected Tim Bray to say”: But for my money, the most interesting is the souped-up PHP

Holy crap I just felt another earthquake and it scared the shit out of me. The whole apartment lurched and then kind of rattled back and forth for a second or two. 2nd one in a week. The unexpected shaking is not as unsettling as the uncertainty of whether it will continue.

Great writing prompt: Under a full moon, the crew began cutting the anchor chains with blowtorches.

You saw it here first: Fight Errorism (unless you saw it somewhere else)

Why I continue to enjoy Dreamhost: My site is down for hours and all I get is 44 cents?! That barely pays for the stamp I’m going to need to mail my foot all the way up your butt