Collection of good Daily Wh.at posts


You should all know by now that I love The Daily Wh.at and repost items from there often.

I’m consolidating a few posts to save everyone time and money. Call me the Geico of bloggers.

Here’s a video that DW posted. He said, “I see your regular-sized hula hoop, and raise you a giant hula hoop.”

I would say, “Taking the Vitruvian Man to its logical conclusion.” Were this dancer in a skin-tight costume or naked, it would be even better. I lot of people wouldn’t be comfortable with a nude man, which is sad in a way. Oh well. Here’s the video. I personally think the nude form, especially male, is too much of a reminder that we’re animals. Plus, the fact that we’re taught to be embarrassed by it is also a huge cause.

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The DW called this photo (below): “Prehacked sign of the day.” I would have dibs on “a figment,” but that would be too mean. Right? How about, “… is just alright with me.” Emphasis on “just.”

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And finally this brilliant piece of “holy crazyass load of mother fucking shit!”

This is what DW writes:

Creation physicist Colleen Thomas warns Obama that he “and his cronies” are in danger of succumbing to a massive tsunami orchestrated by the Pleiadeans to combat the Reptilian infestation of Earth, remains completely sensible and levelheaded while doing so.

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Kristof: “Our Banana Republic”


According to NICHOLAS D. KRISTOF of the NY Times:

In my reporting, I regularly travel to banana republics notorious for their inequality. In some of these plutocracies, the richest 1 percent of the population gobbles up 20 percent of the national pie.

But guess what? You no longer need to travel to distant and dangerous countries to observe such rapacious inequality. We now have it right here at home — and in the aftermath of Tuesday’s election, it may get worse.

The richest 1 percent of Americans now take home almost 24 percent of income, up from almost 9 percent in 1976. As Timothy Noah of Slate noted in an excellent series on inequality, the United States now arguably has a more unequal distribution of wealth than traditional banana republics like Nicaragua, Venezuela and Guyana.

C.E.O.’s of the largest American companies earned an average of 42 times as much as the average worker in 1980, but 531 times as much in 2001. Perhaps the most astounding statistic is this: From 1980 to 2005, more than four-fifths of the total increase in American incomes went to the richest 1 percent.

Read on

If you despise that there’s a gross inequality between the rich and poor in this country, give this post 5 stars.

Via Reddit and Cynical C (and NY Times)

The wormhole that is Talulah


Tina and I LOVE or pitbull/boxer Talulah. She’s an amazing dog.

There were some days when I wondered what the hell we got in to by adopting her. We’re still dealing with the anal gland thing, despite giving her a couple scoops of pumpkin for fiber at ever meal. About every two weeks, I’ve had to “express” them again. And pee-ewe, those things stink!

She requires an amazing amount of exercise. I imagine it’s partly her puppy talking, but partly her breed. When she’s exercised, she is really good. Which is what all dog owners need to know, but many don’t.

If I don’t run her, I take her to the park. She’ll fetch for 30 minutes (or more) no problem. I discovered that I rarely realize how much time I’m away from my desk. If I leave the house at noon, walk two minutes to the park, spend a while there, come back to a clock that reads, “1:30,” I wonder, “Where did all the time go?”

Talulah is a goddamn wormhole. There’s some space/time disconnect. I leave the house thinking I’ll return in minutes, and it ends up being an hour or more.

Perhaps it’s good for me. In some ways, it changes my perception of the world. Talulah gets a priority usually reserved for work, or blogging, or TV time, or web surfing. I can adjust accordingly. I have so far, I think.

There are times like this week when I understand just how big of an impact she has on me. Tina and I are shooting in New York City from Wednesday to Friday night. Saturday we are shooting a wedding all day in the suburbs. We have to board Talulah from Wednesday to Sunday.

Did you hear that cracking noise? That’s the sound of my heart ripping in two.

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