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Saturday, November 15, 2003 |
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Dept. of Put Out To
OK, aside from the fact that it looks like a giant Klansman is trying to come up through a hole in your floor, that is one cool artifact. |
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Dept. of Manufacturing Consent
It's so much easier to manufacture consensus when dissent is stifled, isn't it? Hush, hush, bloggers carry.....
Censorware thinks blogs are unsavory. SurfControl, a censorware vendor, has roped off blogs from some of its customers' machines. That means that if your workplace, library or school relies on SurfControl to keep naughty pages away from its computers, you can't get at blogs, either. 10:39:36 PM |
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Dept. of About Freakin' Time
Well, finally.
Some cool software, now available for us Mactypes. |
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Dept. of I Used To Get Wood In Algebra Class From our pals at Boing Boing:
Sexy Math. 10:24:09 PM |
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Dept. of Servitude
The New Feudalists (let's call them "Republicans"), in some kind of Hayekian nightmare of unregulated Corporate Take health insurance, for example; as it becomes harder and harder for small businesses and independent contractors to secure health insurance, it makes large corporations more powerful.
Mr. Thornton is one of more than 43 million people in the United States who lack health insurance, and their numbers are rapidly increasing because of ever soaring cost and job losses. Many states, including Texas, are also cutting back on subsidies for health care, further increasing the number of people with no coverage. The "Texas Miracle" provides us with an example of where the New Feudalsim wants to take us:
The insurance crisis is especially visible in Texas, which has the highest proportion of uninsured in the country [~] almost one in every four residents. The state has a large population of immigrants; its labor market is dominated by low-wage service sector jobs, and it has a higher than average number of small businesses, which are less likely to provide health benefits because they pay higher insurance costs than large companies. And so it goes, over and over again.
As we roll down the road to serfdom, will we wake up and see the new face of fascism and feudalism or will we resign ourselves to being little more than cube slaves? |
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Dept. of Someone Else Gets It Another watchdog of The New Feudalism: Source: Oligopoly Watch; 11/15/03; 9:04:40 PM.
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Dept. of This Is Not The Territory Tube! Cool!
3D London Tube. 4:54:18 PM |
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Dept. of Sticking It To Big Bro
Privacy-consciousness-raising stickers. 4:52:56 PM |
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Source: Boing Boing Blog; 11/15/03; 2:49:06 PM.
Secret cameras revealed!. How to find hidden cameras: 4:52:05 PM |
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Dept. of What A Character! Yet another quiz! How could I be anything but a character in an Oscar Wilde book?
Props to JulieBeth for the link. |
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Dept. of New Alexandria
Yes, it's another banner day for Corporate Cruelty, as C|Net tells thousands of musicians to fuck off and die as it prepares to ride the dead-end "gravy train" of DRM.
Musicians received this announcement on Friday. Now why would C|Man Mao do such a thing, destroying a massive archive that allowed artists to reach their fans directly? Is this some sort of C|ultural Rev.loution?
Not since the Great Leap Forward has there been such a destruction of the commons. Back then, for political reasons, millions of books were burned. Now, for very sensible commercial reasons that we must not question, millions of MP3s will be lost to the commons. You have precisely seventeen days to grab the good stuff (and, Steb Sly - we hope you have a backup) It should be noted that MP3.com's founder, Michael Robertson, is none too pleased with what's going to happen to his creation:
"It's a sad day because according to the public announcements, they are deleting all the music,'' Robertson said in an e-mail. "It's like a museum filled with digital antiquities burning to the ground.'' [San Francisco Chronicle]
Indeed it is, but Corporate Amerika doesn't give a shit about artists or listeners, aside from how much green can be extracted from their wallets. But we all knew that, didn't we? |




Lorenda Stevenson said her choice was between buying medicine to treat patches of peeling, flaking skin on her hands, arms and face and making sure her son could continue his after-school tennis program. "There's no way I will cut that out unless we don't have money for food," she said.

In my not so humble opinion, you, of course, belong in the Picture of Dorian Gray, and do not try to deny it. You belong in the fashionable circles of Victorian London where exotic tastes, a double life, decadence, wit and a hypocritical belief in moral betterment make you a home. You belong where the witty apothegms of Lords, the silly moralities of matrons, the blinding high of opium, and the beauty of visual arts mingle to form one convoluted world.

