I would say that this raises the armageddon meter considerably…of course, it could also be the result of way too much planning…
LIMA (Reuters) – Virgin Mary, a 20-year-old Peruvian woman, gave birth to a baby boy on Christmas day and named him Jesus, Peru’s state news agency said on Friday.
The baby’s father, Adolfo Jorge Huamani, 24, is a carpenter. Religious Peruvians compared him to Joseph the Carpenter in the Bible.
“Two thousand years later the story of Bethlehem is relived,” read the headline about the birth in El Comercio, the main newspaper in Peru, a predominantly Catholic country.
The mother, Virgen Maria Huarcaya, delivered the 7.7 pound (3.5 kg) boy, Jesus Emanuel, in the early hours of Christmas at the central maternity hospital in Lima, the capital.
“A few days ago we had decided to name my son after a professional soccer player,” the father said. “But thanks to a happy coincidence this is how things ended up.”
Last night I went to the 50th birthday party of a friend and mentor. It was a very nice time. Of course, today is the day I officially become homeless again (though not friendless and so not without a place to hang my very nice hat) and so that is a bit odd. It’s been a long time since I didn’t have a place of my own. Four years…seems like a long time anyway. So that was on my mind while I was talking with a few people and one of them mentioned that he recently was talking with Marshall Sahlins, and I realized that the book I’ve been reading on the toilet lately is by the same Marshall Sahlins. That was odd (and I’ve just realized that he and I share the same horrid birthday of December 27 from his wiki page). Then, in the midst of a fantastic spoken word performance in honor of the birthday girls first half century and what she knows, it hit me that the four year old child that had been taking pictures of the back of my head and closeups of my hairy ears is the niece of soon to be President Obama and that her mother, sitting on the couch next to me, is the sister of the President to be.
All of this struck me as very funny when combined with my imminent (or perhaps I should say emminent) homeless-ness and the advent of my next vagabonding adventures.
I wonder if President Obama will get a chance to see the closeups of my hairy ears. Maybe he will be struck by them. In any event, by posting this, I am hopefully making sure that he will be able to identify the man who wears those ears.
If you don’t like being observed, San Francisco is definitely the wrong place to be this week. Thousands (I think but I didn’t count) of anthropologists from allover the world are here for the American Anthropological Association’s annual conference. Actually you may not have much to worry about, we are mostly watching each other, but you can be sure that there is somebody doing a study on the study of people who are studying the people that study people. All shapes, sizes, and varieties of people at the conference. My adviser pointed out that the one’s in suits are looking for work usually but I’m in a suit and I don’t want a job. He also pointed out that lots of middle aged anthropologists like to attach something tribal to their otherwise normal dress..he is right. Not me though. I’m just a guy that is curious about people and wanted to meet his baby niece. I did…she’s a cutie. Somehow she must have gotten all of my DNA but hopefully not the balding gene although at the moment she is bald, mostly. Also got to see my good buddy from way back in the usmc days and was reminded of an infamous Christmas night in a dirty old strip bar when a crazy fight happened ‘inside, outside, everywhere’.
This is too incredible not to blog about…I hope it is true. Apparently some have claimed that it also uttered “Popeye is my homeboy.” and “Felix Saves”.
The Fisher-Price Little Mommy Cuddle ‘n Coo is meant to make realistic baby sounds and occasionally cry out for its “mama”.
But some parents claim that one of its noises sounds just like “Islam is the Light”, and have complained to Mattel, which owns Fisher-Price.
Some shops in the US have removed the doll from shelves after complaints from customers, according to reports. It is available in Britain for £19.99.
A spokesman for Fisher-Price insisted that the doll was not pushing pro-Islamic messages, adding that the sound some parents were hearing was caused by an accidental distortion of the doll’s soundtrack.
“The Little Mommy Cuddle ‘n Coo dolls feature realistic baby sounds including cooing, giggling, and baby babble with no real sentence structure,” a spokesman said.
“The only scripted word the doll says is ‘mama’. There is a sound that may resemble something close to the word ‘night’, ‘right’, or ‘light’.
“Because the original soundtrack is compressed into a file that can be played through an inexpensive toy speaker, actual sounds may be imprecise or distorted.”
Earlier, Mattel released a statement saying that “the power of suggestion” was the reason why parents were mis-hearing the doll.
“It’s not what you would expect out of a sweet little doll,” said Martina Hollermann of Ramsey, Minnesota, who bought the toy for her children. “Everyone was kind of creeped out.”
Here in Hawaii where the average is ten pounds of waste per person per day, I still feel guilty about my one small bag of trash a week that goes in the dumpster. Usually a couple of pounds.
I’ve built a simple worm bin into which all my food scraps go and it is thriving. I put in a large yogurt container filled with fruit peels and soggy lettuce this morning and the bin was literally overflowing with worms. Here is all I did to make my worm bin (about 8 months ago). I built a 1′ x 2′ x 1′ box from scrap wood I pulled from a job site debris pile. Drilled eight 1/2″ holes in the bottom and covered it with wire mesh I found in the same pile. Next I tore up newspaper to fill the box, dropped in a couple of handfulls of dirt, and dug up about twenty worms. I poured about a cup of water in to make the bedding moist, stirred it all around, and began adding scraps. I estimate that there are at least several hundred worms now and each time I put in a new container of scraps (no meat because it will stink and rot) the previous container has been reduced to soil. The lid is just a piece of plywood that sits on top. Easy easy easy.Of course I’m no match for no impact man or the town of zero waste.
The Mayor of Kamikatsu, a small community in the hills of eastern Japan, has urged politicians around the world to follow his lead and make their towns “Zero Waste”.
He told BBC News that all communities could learn from Kamikatsu, where residents have to compost all their food waste and sort other rubbish into 34 different categories.
Residents say the scheme has prompted them to cut down on waste generally and food waste in particular.
If the policy spread, it would reduce the amount of food waste, and so take some of the pressure off high food prices.
Kamikatsu may be a backwater in the wooded hills and rice terraces of south-eastern Japan but it’s become a world leader on waste policy. The rest at BBC
WASHINGTON — Murray Katz, 82, a retired senior federal patent-appeals examiner, has made a transition that lies ahead for millions of Americans.
“When I was growing up, I didn’t see women who were in their 60s and 70s as women,” he said recently. “Now, it’s amazing. The men I know are all looking at 80-year-old women. They’re our friends. We listen to them. We dance with them. We have sex with them when we can. It’s beyond comprehension.”
For many it’s unimaginable. But one of the things new under the sun since Katz was a boy is an 18-year increase in U.S. life expectancy, much of it spent in healthy retired life.
Those who are living through it spend their time in the traditional American way: pursuing happiness. And so it is that seniors today aren’t just dating more, they’re the fastest-growing users of Internet dating services and the fastest growing group of cohabiters.
To be sure, older men remain in short supply and millions of widows decide that meeting one man’s needs was enough. A few million more are ailing beyond caring. Still, there more couples than ever like Eleanor Robinson and John Kunec.
She’s 85, a Scrabble player, poet and table tennis champ whose social hub is the bustling Holiday Park Senior Center in Wheaton, Md., just north of Washington. He’s 83, fit and friendly, a retired government accountant. Both are widowed.
As surely as she carries his harmonica in her tote bag and they finish each other’s sentences and watch ballgames together, they’re a couple.
In fact, I’ve never read The Holographic Universe, but as pointed out by Ryan G. it does begin to sound a lot like spirituality ala Gurjieff, Buddha, Watts, and Fuller.
The point of the theory is that our material reality is all an illusion. The proof of this is that nano particles are able to communicate instantly with one another regardless of distance in space or time. This is the heart of most spiritual teachings as far as I am concerned. Even from a pragmatic point of view, none of this is real if you are dead, right? What happens to your BMW when you die? Where was your home before you existed? Life is an illusion. I happen to think it’s a pretty good one, but I do believe it is something unreal.
Personally, I have a hard time thinking that life is pointless, just an accident. This is why I am not an athiest. To me athiests have to have more faith than anyone else. Watch a child or a sunset or a time lapse picture of a flower being born. Look at the atomic structure of anything. Fall in love. Is this an accident of chemicals? Even if it is, what is the genesis of those chemicals? Science itslef says that something cannot come from nothing…so there is something.
What or who is it? I don’t know. I don’t think anyone can know in this reality, this world, this plane of existance. It is why I’m not a Muslim, Christian, or Jew. It’s why I don’t listen to people that tell me that they have the answer. I prefer the philosophies that point towards it without knowing. Strip Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism, and other philsophical faiths of the added on trappings and you find they all really point to the same thing. We can’t know.Here is the first picture that comes up if you google an image of God:
But I choose to believe. There is something. A controlling intelligence, a cosmic soup, a collective I that the universe consists of. And in doing a little research on the Holographic Universe I like this sentence best:
In a holographic universe there are no limits to the extent to which we can alter the fabric of reality.
Maybe someone just imagined The Gas Men into being. They pay you to pump your gas. Or maybe you would rather get hit by lightning, survive and then win the lottery. It happened to 16-year-old BreAnna Helsel. The Michigan teen survived being struck by lightning and went on to win $20 in the lottery the next day. Coincidence is more than you think it is. Your subconscious soul is somewhere other than you think it is too.
In this world, you can decide to go to China with no money to buy a ticket and then win $1000 on the same slot machine two seperate times. I did it. Really. It’s how I went to China. You can read about it in 20 Weeks a Bum and Asia Tales of a Bum. Whatever you can dream you can do. Why does science fiction precede real science? It’s simply because the scientists haven’t begun to dream about the possiblities yet.
Like imagine John McCain debating himself…actually you can watch this one already.
Declare yourself sovereign I say. One way to do that is to start getting rid of your stuff. I’ve been working on it for a while and am still paring down my possessions at usdebooks.com. Other folks have gone even further and are calling it The 100 Thing Challenge! Can you live with just 100 things? I can tell you that while I don’t have much, I still have at least 100 things, probably several hundred.
Less stuff means you need less space, it means you can live more and work less. The Small House Society is a group of people dedicated to the idea. It’s healthier too!
On the subject of work, I’m enjoying the Nature Tour Job. Took a full vanload of people out this morning and showed them things that grow wild they can eat, shared the history of the Hawaiian Islands, and in the process sewed a few seeds towards the revolution of consciousness that is to come.
Six days into my fast. I feel good, but I may end it at a week. I am bored with not eating. I love to cook, I love to taste delicious things, and the mangos are almost ripe. So I give myself permission to end with 7 days.
Is fifth-grader Kenton Stufflebeam smarter than the Smithsonian? On a winter break trip with his family to the Smithsonian Institution’s National Museum of Natural History, the 11-year-old southwestern Michigan boy noticed that a notation, in bold lettering, mistakenly identified the Precambrian as an era.
Since it opened in 1981, millions of people have paraded past the museum’s Tower of Time, a display involving prehistoric time. Kenton was the first to point out the error.
Kenton, who lives in Allegan but attends Alamo Elementary School near Kalamazoo, said his fifth-grade teacher, John Chapman, had nearly made the same mistake about the Precambrian in a classroom earth-science lesson before catching himself.
”I knew Mr. Chapman wouldn’t tell all these students” bad information, the boy told the Kalamazoo Gazette for a story published Wednesday.
So Kevin Stufflebeam took his son to the museum’s information desk to report Kenton’s concern on a comment form.
Last week, the boy received a letter from the museum acknowledging that his observation was ”spot on.”
”The Precambrian is a dimensionless unit of time, which embraces all the time between the origin of Earth and the beginning of the Cambrian Period of geologic time,” the letter says.
The solution to the problem would not involve advanced science but rather simply painting over the word ”era,” the note says.
While no previous visitors to the museum had brought up the error, it has long rankled the paleobiology department’s staff, who noticed it even before the Tower of Time was erected 27 years ago, said Lorraine Ramsdell, educational technician for the museum.
”The question is, why was it put up with that on it in the first place?” Ramsdell said.
Excited as he was to receive the correspondence from museum officials, he couldn’t help but point out that it was addressed to Kenton Slufflebeam.