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Darwin Awards

It doesn't involve a vacuum cleaner.

In Detroit , a 41-year-old man got stuck and drowned in two feet of water after squeezing head first through an 18-inch-wide sewer grate to retrieve his car keys.

Seventh Place

A 49-year-old San Francisco stockbroker, who 'totally zoned when he ran,' accidentally, jogged off a 100-foot high cliff on his daily run.

Sixth Place

While at the beach, Daniel Jones, 21, dug an 8 foot hole for protection from the wind and had been sitting in a beach chair at the bottom when it collapsed, burying him beneath 5 feet of sand. People on the beach used their hands and shovels trying to get him out but could not reach him. It took rescue workers using heavy equipment almost an hour to free him.
Jones was pronounced dead at a hospital.

Fifth Place

Santiago Alvarado, 24, was killed as he fell through the ceiling of a bicycle shop he was burglarizing. Death was caused when the long flashlight he had placed in his mouth to keep his hands free rammed into the base of his skull as he hit the floor.

Fourth Place

Sylvester Briddell, Jr., 26, was killed as he won a bet with friends who said he would not put a revolver loaded with four bullets into his mouth and pull the trigger.

Third Place (My choice for 1st place!)

After stepping around a marked police patrol car parked at the front door, a man walked into H&J Leather & Firearms intent on robbing the store. The shop was full of customers and a uniformed officer was standing at the counter. Upon seeing the officer, the would-be robber announced a hold-up, and fired a few wild shots from a target pistol. The officer and a clerk
promptly returned fire, and several customers also drew their guns and fired. The robber was pronounced dead at the scene by Paramedics. Crime scene investigators located 47 expended cartridge cases in the shop. The subsequent autopsy revealed 23 gunshot wounds. Ballistics identified rounds from 7 different weapons. No one else was hurt.

HONORABLE MENTION

Paul Stiller, 47, and his wife Bonnie were bored just driving around at 2 A.M. so they lit a quarter stick of dynamite to toss out the window to see what would happen. Apparently they failed to notice the window was closed.

RUNNER UP

Kerry Bingham had been drinking with several friends when one of them said they knew a person who had bungee-jumped from a local bridge in the middle of traffic. The conversation grew more heated and at least 10 men trooped along the walkway of the bridge at 4:30 AM. Upon arrival at the midpoint of the bridge they discovered that no one had brought a bungee rope.

Bingham, who had continued drinking, volunteered and pointed out that a coil of lineman's cable, lay near by. They secured one end around Bingham's leg and then tied the other to the bridge. His fall lasted 40 feet before the cable tightened and tore his foot off at the ankle. He
miraculously survived his fall into the icy water and was rescued by two nearby fishermen. Bingham's foot was never located.

AND THE WINNER IS...

Zookeeper Friedrich Riesfeldt ( Paderborn , Germany ) fed his constipated elephant 22 doses of animal laxative and more than a bushel of berries, figs and prunes before the plugged-up pachyderm finally got relief.

Investigators say ill-fated Friedrich, 46, was attempting to give the ailing elephant an olive oil enema when the relieved beast unloaded. The sheer force of the elephant's unexpected defecation knocked Mr. Riesfeldt to the ground where he struck his head on a rock as the elephant continued to evacuate 200 pounds of dung on top of him.

It seems to be just one of those freak accidents that proves.. 'shit happens'.

THEY WALK AMONG US....

IT ALWAYS SEEMS IMPORTANT TO THANK THESE PEOPLE FOR REMOVING THEMSELVES FROM THE GENE POOL.

It occurs to me that modern medicine is keeping far too many stupid people alive.

Something my wife emailed me that I can't resist sharing.  I'm sure there are other worthy candidates floating around out there in the news, but here's a set of Darwin awards, courtesy of Yes Dear:

Eighth Place
In Detroit , a 41-year-old man got stuck and drowned in two feet of water
after squeezing head first through an 18-inch-wide sewer grate to
retrieve his car keys.

Seventh Place
A 49-year-old San Francisco stockbroker, who 'totally zoned when he ran,'
accidentally, jogged off a 100-foot high cliff on his daily run.

Sixth Place
While at the beach, Daniel Jones, 21, dug an 8 foot hole for protection
from the wind and had been sitting in a beach chair at the bottom! When
it collapsed, burying him beneath 5 feet of sand. People on the beach
used their hands and shovels trying to get him out but could not reach
him. It took rescue workers using heavy equipment almost an hour to free
him. Jones was pronounced dead at the hospital.

Fifth Place
Santiago Alvarado, 24, was killed as he fell through the ceiling of a
bicycle shop he was burglarizing. Death was caused when the long
flashlight he had placed in his mouth to keep his hands free rammed into
the base of his skull as he hit the floor.

Fourth Place
Sylvester Briddell, Jr., 26, was killed as he won a bet with friends who
said he would not put a revolver loaded with four bullets into his mouth
and pull the trigger.

Third Place
After stepping around a marked police patrol car parked at the front
door, a man walked into H&J Leather & Firearms intent on robbing the
store. The shop was full of customers and a uniformed officer was
standing at the counter. Upon seeing the officer, the would-be robber
announced a hold-up!, and fired a few wild shots from a target pistol.
The officer and a clerk promptly returned fire, and several customers
also drew their guns and fired. The robber was pronounced dead at the
scene by Paramedics. Crime scene investigators located 47 expended
cartridge cases in the shop. The subsequent autopsy revealed 23 gunshot
wounds. Ballistics identified rounds from 7 different weapons. No one
else was hurt.

HONORABLE MENTION
Paul Stiller, 47, and his wife Bonnie were bored just driving around at 2
A.M. so they lit a quarter stick of dynamite to toss out the window to
see what would happen. Apparently they failed to notice the window was
closed.

RUNNER UP
Kerry Bingham had been drinking with several friends when one of them
said they knew a person who had bungee-jumped from a local bridge in the
middle of traffic. The conversation grew more heated and at least 10 men
trooped along the walkway of the bridge at 4:30 AM. Upon arrival at the
midpoint of the bridge they discovered that no one had brought a bungee
rope. Bingham, who had continued drinking, volunteered and pointed out
that a coil of lineman's cable, lay near by. They secured one end around
Bingham's leg and then tied the other to the bridge. His fall lasted 40
feet before the cable tightened and tore his foot off at the ankle. He
miraculously survived his fall into the icy water and was rescued by two
nearby fishermen. Bingham's foot was never located.

AND THE WINNER IS...
Zookeeper Friedrich Riesfeldt ( Paderborn, Germany) fed his constipated
elephant 22 doses of animal laxative and more than a bushel of berries,
figs and prunes before the plugged-up pachyderm finally got relief.
Investigators say ill-fated Friedrich, 46, was attempting to give the
ailing elephant an olive oil enema when the relieved beast unloaded.
The sheer force of the elephant's unexpected defecation knocked Mr.
Riesfeldt to the ground where he struck his head on a rock as the
elephant continued to evacuate 200 pounds of dung on top of him.
It seems to be just one of those freak accidents that proves...
'---- happens'

IT ALWAYS SEEMS IMPORTANT TO THANK THESE PEOPLE FOR REMOVING THEMSELVES
FROM THE GENE POOL.

Indeed!

I surfed over to the Darwin Awards this morning and searched for Kayla Preuss. Sure enough, she’s already made it to that infamous corner of the web. It’s sure to happen when you die while driving on the freeway, over the speed limit, drunk and while text messaging. Seriously. The terrible trifecta of moronic motoring. And for a bit of pathetic social commentary one should note that this death is dismissed by the jaded folks over there as "too common." Something tells me she had probably been warned by some adult that doing these things simultaneously is inconsistent with the continuance of life. Clearly, she hadn’t listened.

Ever try telling a kid that text messaging while driving is a bad idea? How did you go about it? I was talking to my 21 yr. old son, who was on his cell the other day, when he said he needed to get off because he was going to drive. He’d call me back as soon as he arrived at his destination. Texting is out of the question. He also wears seat belts and doesn’t car surf. There is a secret to getting kids to understand that some actions are dangerously stupid. And it’s all in the way you talk about it.

There are two ways to attempt cautionary conversations.

The first goes something like this:

 Parent: Now you have to promise you won’t use your cell phone or text while driving. Okay? Because, that’s dangerous. (Quote statistics, threaten loss of privileges, etc.)

Kid: Yeah, okay. Gotta go now.

What Kid heard you say: “Nag, nag, blah, blah, blather, beg.”

You were one sentence in when Junior's mind turned to deeper, more philosophical matters. Like how someone can be totally hot and totally cool at the same time. Or the clever method he'll employ to make you think buying him that new gaming system was your idea.

The second way goes like this: “Look at this moron kid I’m submitting to the Darwin Awards right now. The dumb ass killed herself by speeding while drunk and text messaging. People are going laugh if you die doing something that stupid. Says she died of head injuries, which is ironic, since there obviously was nothing of value in that skull. You do something like that and I’ll have to move across the country to avoid anyone knowing I actually raised a dummy of that caliber. Not that you would do anything that idiotic. Her parents must have been so proud. How would you like your last words, recorded for posterity, to have been lol lmfao?”

Kid: "Yeah, right. Gotta go."

What Kid heard: Probably just exactly what you said.

We live in a society that’s in love with candy coatings. We speak in euphemism, and pointless cliché. Nobody is retarded anymore. They’re challenged. You don’t die. You pass on. People aren’t screwed up wack jobs. They have issues.

Kids have been raised on this crap and recognize it for what it is. Their bullshit detectors hit on the shittery of your linguistic mode and they stop listening before the content can get anywhere near its intended target- the brain. Sure, you are correct when you assert that, “making inappropriate choices can result in serious consequences.” But if you want to keep Junior from treading the rainbow bridge try this: “being a moron can get you killed.”

Same is true not just of physical danger, but also stupidity like dropping out and getting pregnant. You're going to be a lot more effective if you call the freaking spade a spade. 

It’s not the sweetest thing you’ll ever say, but it could save a life. And as for not respecting the dead, I personally believe the dead aren’t going to care much, and if they did they should have been more careful not to get killed doing something outrageously asinine.

Granted, you won't reach every kid. Some people just really are dumb, too, no matter how plainly you speak.  

But, if one stupid, senseless death can be put to the service of preventing another is that a bad thing? Like the song said: sometimes you gotta be cruel to be kind. 

Our friend Ben is referring to motorcyclists who take to the 65 mph highways wearing practically nothing: cutoffs, a tank top, sneakers, no helmet. Now, our friend Ben personally thinks that all cyclists---or at least the ones who ride on major highways---are idiots: They subject themselves to the stench of diesel exhaust and a thousand other pollutants, scorching heat and sudden downpours, pebbles and other detritus, bird droppings, the deafening press and roar of passing vehicles (not to mention their own %$#@!!!* cycles), and the heavy, suffocating safety helmet, all in the name of fun. I ask you: Does this sound like fun?!

But to return to the scantily clad cyclists. Our friend Ben has to think that even cyclists wearing helmets and clad in heavy leather from jacket to boots would be shredded like paper if their cycle dropped and dragged. What if their skin were bare? They'd end up looking like a side of beef in a meat-packing plant. Last night's cyclist was wearing a loose white tee-shirt that had blown up around his armpits, exposing his entire back. And our friend Ben has lost count of the women in halter tops and tiny shorts clinging to the back of their guy on his macho machine.

Every time our friend Ben sees one of these bare backs, midriffs, arms, legs, and/or heads zooming down the highway, I think of the fragility of flesh. How many times I've bled from a paper cut, for God's sake. How many scraped knees, hands, and elbows from years of falling on pavement and gravel. (Okay, coordination isn't one of my finer qualities.) I can only imagine the effect of being dragged across asphalt at 65 mph, possibly with a hot motorcycle on top of me.

I've paid particular attention to cyclists since my favorite musician, Mark Knopfler, almost died in a motorcycle accident a few years ago. Mercifully, he ultimately recovered, and has gone on to make more great albums, including "Shangri-La," "All the Roadrunning," and "Kill to Get Crimson." But his superb music only underscores the point: It could so easily have been lost.

Our friend Ben has no patience at all with those death-seekers who seem unable to resist the call of the Reaper, heading out like so many Steve Fossetts to leave their bodies on Everest or pit themselves against the hostile desert or Arctic Circle or a sheer rock face or a free fall from space or God alone knows what in expensive, appalling attempt after attempt to find what they truly seek: an early grave. I say, if you can't, for whatever reason, experience joy in the gorgeous world around you and the people who love you and the glorious feeling of simply waking up alive, could you please just make your private arrangements and take an overdose instead of turning your death into a public spectacle? Thank you.

But even our friend Ben can't manage to believe that the young, healthy, underdressed animals on all these motorcycles are seeking death. Instead, they're enjoying the feeling of being alive. Since I also enjoy that feeling, I sympathize. But surely they could find a safer way to enjoy life than risking their very skins!

Hello All, did not have time to visit any blogs yet but just to say, I am on the top of the world today. It was great to see, hug and kiss people you love.  The biggest problem is, I can't fight for the window seat. (we have only two window seats on the train.) I have to practice my sad face. It will be easier since I have been ordered to shave immediately what I call a beard! It is only two weeks growth but males in our family are a hairy lot! So it is quit BUSHy as Dinidu says. I have to tell Dinidu that some times I feel sorry for Bush.

Once we land in Denali and on our hike, I might not have out side connections but I will try to be in touch as much as possible. But don't forget to check out safari pics by Darwin. I also had some friends just returned from Tanzania. One of these days! ;)

Ok! Time to go. I am listed on Achcharu.org as well! Truly a SL Blog.

The atmosphere is pretty charged lately, isn't it? Are you hanging in there? It's going to get increasingly stormy as immovable object meets irresistable force. The party is so determined to install Obama that is willing to tear itself to shreds before our very eyes to do it. And all this self destruction for what purpose? So Hillary Clinton will never be president? What's that all about anyway? Will we ever understand why the powers that be want to squash her?

MoDo wrote a column this morning that I did not read because I couldn't get past the blurb on the opinion page:

Hillary Clinton feels no guilt about encouraging her supporters to mess up Barack Obama’s big moment, thus undermining his odds of beating John McCain.

Ladies, putting aside the lie that Hillary is putting us up to this (she has absolutely nothing to do with our movement), is there something familiar about that sentence? Did it strike a bell deep in the corner of your mind where you have stored an unpleasantry? From personal experience, I can say that without exception, I have never met a man who did not behave as if his reason for being was more important than mine. No matter how supportive they were, when push came to shove, it was always my life that more easily sacrificed and compromised. My wishes and aspirations were a little less lofty. My gifts and talents a little less meaningful and worthy of praise. Nothing short of my winning a Nobel Prize, a Pulitzer and a humanitarian award would be acknowledged as sufficient for a life changing decision to go in my favor. Maybe even that wouldn't be enough. When push comes to shove, where a man lives, what he does with his time, what career he pursues and what dreams he has will always come first. The only power women have in most relationships, ultimately, is the power to walk away from them. That is, if she wants to be judged a person in her own right.

This is what MoDo's blurb is saying to me. Hillary Clinton, one of the most accomplished women this country has ever produced, a woman gifted by intelligence, tenacity, fortitude and perserverence, who has more qualifications and experience than either of her rivals, is expected to graciously step aside so her presence doesn't mess up her less qualified male counterpart's fading chances of victory. Maureen Dowd *enjoys* reinforcing this notion. She makes her living doing it.

When Hillary made her suspension speech, she said that women hadn't broken through that glass ceiling yet. What is happening before our eyes right now is the final step to finally breaking through: asserting the right to be acknowledged as a person worthy of equal respect and not backing down in the face of overwhelming odds. If it messes up Barack's life, who the f$^* cares? Why should she care more about his aspirations than her own, especially when it is *his* actions that are tearing the party apart? I have never seen a party so committed to ruining itself, its reputation, its very chances of survival, all for the sake of an ambitious, unprepared and unscrupulous man like Barack Obama. To watch this happen is like watching someone in the midst of Darwin Award winning behavior. It is both fascinating and horrifying.

We are witnessing the Democratic party, run by a bunch of white males, like Dean, Kerry, Kennedy, Carter, McGovern, Edwards, etc, telling this woman that she is less worthy. Incredible.

On a similar note: Anglachel has started posting again after an unbearably long absence. Today she has a piece that looks at what the Republicans are likely to make of the Democratic party's decision to ditch its more deserving candidate for its weaker male standard bearer. I mentioned months ago that affirmative action would be our Achilles heel that the GOP would zero in on. Anglachel seems to have the same idea in Barking Up the Wrong Tree. Here is the money quote:

Obama is the candidate against whom this argument [affirmative action] can be deployed most effectively. You Obamacans can scream bloody murder at me all you want, but it is simply a fact. His race makes the argument easier to make, but it is his muddy personal history, his razor thin resume, and his questionable electoral wins that make him vulnerable. As Somerby pointed out, the squalls of "Racism! Racism!" do nothing but play into their hands as well because the Republican argument isn't about race. It may appeal to racists, but affirmative action can be defeated even in California (in a way that gay marriage probably will not) because it is, at base, about economic competition and rules that deliberately confer advantage to a less formally qualified contestant. When Obama defenders can't get out of primary campaign mode and reckless accusations of racism (because some well-off white liberals really can be shamed into voting for someone just because he is Black), they do nothing but reinforce the Republican charge against affirmative action; that it is merely promotion of race, it is not about potential or character or disadvantage (In what world is Barack Obama "disadvantaged"?), but about pushing qualified students and job applicants out of the way for lazy non-whites. It is simple for them to work in xenophobia and jingosim, too, by talking about promotion of "illegals" over "citizens".

The dog whistle here is on behalf of McCain. He's earned this job and he will make sure that you get what you have earned, unlike these effete Democrats (sorry, that's always going to be part of the argument) who let themselves be bullied into placating interest groups and handing out unearned rewards. St. John the Maverick will give you straight-talk and an honest deal. On another day, I'll get a bit more into the "high-minded ways" that Somerby mentions because that, too, is part of the attack on affirmative action, one the Obamacans of Whole Foods Nation seem incapable of understanding.

Just go read it. It's excellent.

One final note. It seems that we have a resident poet. JohninCA writes many of his comments in verse and I thought I'd put a few of my favorite beauties on the front page today. I'm thinking that we need a poet laureate:

Benjamin Franklin’s opinion was sought
About what his peers in Philadelphia wrought.
“A republic, if you can keep it,” he said,
But which, without vigilance, soon would be dead.
There was no political party back then,
The vote was for whites, and only for men.
The franchise didn’t exist for the rest,
Outside those circles the right was suppressed.

Now there’s one party that plays loose and fast
With the primary votes that were cast,
Four delegates for one man it seized,
Fabricating the results as it pleased.
The price for its perfidy it must now pay,
As insurrection carries the day
Now is the time to be buried for good
Imposture and treachery for which it stood.

****
Down with dissembling, down the the lies
Down with the party with no other guise
To offer disquieted voters this fall,
Down with cabals where deception is all.
Down with the standard bearer and hack
Who lacking a teleprompter can’t back
Campaign themes of increasing duplicity,
While the nation prays that it soon spared will be.

****
Denver’s the city– there is the place
Where the party which has well earned its disgrace
Which dissembled with voters, and overreached
And the faith of its loyal activists breached
Must stare aggrieved voters clear in the face
The penalty for its behavior to face
The piper it paid; now it must hear the tune
And face the storm to erupt at high noon.

****
If I were a Democrat, my heart would break,
For arrogance this man must take the cake,
By fiat, four delegates he’s able to pull,

Now that they’re his, their state votes in full.
With dubious tactics securing the win,
Competition seems to be the only sin,
The thing that’s important, as Joe Stalin notes,
Is not the voters but who counts the votes.

****
Ludacris opened his mouth all too soon
His lyrics were more than inopportune
His words are the most unfortunate progeny
Of profane hatred, if not misogyny
Their tenor can end in no other result
Than undermining his candidate’s very own cult
While helping the backlash which, in the fall
Might just help McCain to go and win it all.

****
It’s hardly a reason for much surprise,
That D registration is not on the rise.
The party that put a knife in our back
Now finds that its base is beginning to crack.
It counted on victory in the fall,
But shouldn’t be sanguine about it at all,
The hare and the tortoise, that old fashioned tale
Suggests, in November, McCain will prevail

I have to tell you all that Indi has been very nice and added me to Kottu. Yeah!. Now I feel more like a SL blog. I am happy to see that he wears flip flops (Bata) and fighting for the right of doing so. Once I came to SL in my flip flops and people at the air port were looking at me as if I done a crime.

I had to tell Missing Sandwich that Sita was happier (and better off) with Ravana than Rama! After all Rama made her walk on fire and banished her to a forest once she got pregnant! But I am a Ravana fan because he could fly want the plans for his air plane, Not the Garudas that Indonesian Air line fly!.

Then I also admitted to her that I am addicted to speed the kind you do with vehicles. So much so that I went for racing school spending a lot of money. But I think I will have to slow down and get rid of the V8s.But those Prius' move fast too!

Rhythmic ahs been busy with gyroscopic globes and three days ago I flew in a plane that had too many gyroscopes! We flew over twice but i did not see Santa. I always wanted to go to the poles but this is the first time I flew over got so ever close. Two years ago my Dad paid a lot of money,  so that we could go to Antarctica in a converted Russian Ice Breaker. But we just landed and behaved like tourists, chasing penguins and eating their food, (herrings salted). Now I can tell my kids, (when ever I get them) That I have been to Santa's land. Globes and maps are good. I have a World Map, very large, in my my study. It sports a small pin on every city and interesting place I visited. The like Cerno, I play a lot with maps.

But the best thing I got from Rhythmic was a new perspective on Blind porn and usage of braille! :)

Cerno is doing mobile blogging! That is great! I too use Tungsten Ts to collect data. They are super duper little PDAs. I got this new iPhone but on screen keyboard is not my thing. I am/was very happy with Blackberry. So I am going to give iPhone to my Mom. Rhythmic thought I did not blog because I and my devices were frozen. But I and the devices were fine but we did not have much time. I put on average 16 hours a day for last two weeks.

But the holiday begins now. I booked our rail tickets and hotels today. We will travel to Anchorage by the way of Denali (Mt. McKinley). We will be hiking a bit and back country climbing. Most of the time will be spent in Denaili Park. My Dad is too busy to join us! ;( . We will fly home from Anchorage.

Indyana has found a great book and I think she is going to enjoy it very much even though she feels uneasy. I told her that I have next to me a book called Parallel Worlds by Michio Kaku. Which i am planing to read if the two ladies let me.

Darwin Awards is back in Glasgow and she got wet, as soon as she landed. That is UK, I never remember to carry an umbrella when ever I go there.

How could I miss Java? I did not, I told him that I am a Buddhist! But Now I am going sleep and wait for my angels!

Bom semana passada eu fui no dentista, e é bem chato ficar com o bocão aberto so para o seu dentista (sem malicia hein!), image ficar para para o pais inteiro, ruim né! Mas é pior quando você fica com o bocão aberto por obrigação, parecendo uma “cumbuca”.

E se você acha que esta ruim, pode ficar pior! Você põe uma meleca nos dentes dela, passa uma tranqueira vermelha e põe um óculos de sol super autentico e moderno.

Passei a gostar mais do meu trabalhando ficando o dia todo dentro de um escritório.

Dizem que essas aqui são as fotos do pedaço que encontraram do Padre Carli.
Pode ser fake, pode ser verdade, pode ser uma lata de atum de botas. Pra conferir, clique
Aqui (1)
Aqui (2)
Aqui (3)
Aqui (4)

Aqui (5)

E me diga se vocês reconheceram qualquer merda aqui.

Artur C. Clarke's last book, "The Last Theorem," completed by fellow science fiction writer Frederik Pohl is due in August. I would love to read it as he has brought up the space elevator, one of my favorite theory / idea again after Rama. I was looking for David Blacker's book, A Cause Untrue, but Amazon says out of print. May be David should get in touch with his publisher!.

I see Darwin Awards challenging me or anyone to unmask her, err a zebra. Thanks but no thanks DA, not taken, The time  spend visiting blogs and writing this blog is for me to have some fun and getting to know people and SL, People includes you.  It was just an advice and you are certainly welcome to make your own judgments. As far as I am concerned on this matter, you are right, it cannot be reversed and you are completely safe. (May be I try to catch real you when you come back to UK from SL). I plan to be in UK for two weeks this fall. Sorry about causing this trouble. (Above is an image I pulled from the web, and mathematically reconstructed face from the image on the left, so go hunting). Hopefully someone with time on their hands take your offer! |) .

Back to fun! Chaarmax is my 1000th visitor! Thanks a billion and I hope he does not SAARC. Lady D is cool and I am happy to see people coming in to make her feel better! Just as my belly is churning with whale tasting food (everything tastes whale or at least smell like it) I told Indyana about belly dancing.

My favorite Drummer (without listening to a single beat!) is back in UK. I loved his latest installment on observing Sri Lankans and now I imagine Java Jones with Largest Purse in the world and RD with a messenger bag over his shoulder. Cerno is busy with Russians and he almost got me :) .  Java Jones makes me feel ashamed with my command of languages, any that I know. I wonder if he got his Java from a coffeehouse in Holland!

Azrael made me watch tities from this dirty beach I am on (It is all black, pebbly and the ice/snow is dirty . But a Nalukataq (Celebration at the end of  a whale hunt.) has just finished  and I had my fresh Whale meat already. It is like O Toro sashimi at a Japanese restaurant but more oily and gamy. But the whole place smell fishy as if you are near a fish market. You have literally run from your own breath if you happen to burp after whale food! But there are many restaurants here, Korean, Mexican, Burgers, just like any small town in USA but with a bit higher prices.

Scrumpulicious has been good and got a smile and a thank or a bank in return. Suchetha has a good point about SAARC and students plight in SL. But Jack Point beat me to the comment. By the way GOV.LK visited me and read the SAARC Sucks article!.

I had to find something for Gallicissa as he is in the fast lane these days. I only had my phone and this is a snowy owl (Bubo scandiacus). But people told me that there are less owls this summer (1C summer?)as there are fewer lemmings.

I visited a whole bunch of other blogs. but I got to run, See you all soon. Clear a forrest by blogging.

I think Achcharu missed a beat (some blogs did not get updated) but luckily Kottu was there for the rescue. Then I saw Paan-Waati (I had to ask my Sinhalese and Tamil teacher what the meaning of the name was and had a laugh! I like to eat loaf ends with crunchy peanut butter) giving instructions as how to travel during the SAARC.

Then I read the famous Darwin Awards about an African Wedding. I have not traveled much in Southern Africa but Northern Africa is like home to me!. (I have a Moroccan sister in law!) But I speak Afrikaans.

Again People, if you do not want to show your self in photos, do not just mask them. Masking is like applying a band aid, anyone with right tools can peel it off. Trust me, I take photos of Earth! and such things. If you want to merge the mask better, save the image through two versions, eg. jpg -> gif->jpg and it will make the deconstruction a bit harder. So Nikon S1 photo did take the photo right, if you get my drift.

But I am still wating for Appu to give me a way to drink spiced rum, I am tired of drinking it straight!

In case I haven't mentioned this before, my husband and I were both unschooled when we were being brought up. I had it more structured for a long time and did attend school until I was in fourth grade. But was unschooled from there on. My husband never went to public school. We've been involved in an amazing un/homeschool community based around Not Back To School Camp (or NBTSC) that Grace Llewellyn (author of The Teenage Liberation Handbook)started. The people that attend these camps come from all walks of life and have in common un/homeschooling. There is an amazing network that stretches all over the world (as this is how we met Max and his brother). Homeschoolers are out there all around, but unfortunately seem to be spread pretty thin around the world. It's a great treat to get together with unschool friends.

I wish I could describe unschooling. I think the best description of it is "child led learning". Children are innately curious and will learn all they need on their own with the proper guidance from their parent's. It's a pretty amazing thing. John Holt has written several books about the subject. I haven't read them yet, but just got two of them from the library yesterday. And when I was unschooling as a kid there was the Growing Without Schooling magazine. That was something awesome! Even as a kid I would pick those up and read them. Sadly they aren't being published anymore. There was a book made out of the first so many issues, but I have yet to read it. I do wish that was still being published.

It's been a completely wonderfully stimulating few days and so nice to be around someone who thinks like an unschooler. I can't describe the way we interact in any word but "free".

WooHoo!

(PS  If you check out the pictures on the NBTSC site you might just see my husband in there.  He attended camp but also was chef for several years.)

Ps.: Quem sabe se um dia o blog for algo grande, eu não coloque alguma propaganda, afinal ninguém é de ferro! :mrgreen:

 Algo que também motiva a qualquer blogueiro a continuar postando, são os comentários, comentem isso ajuda a manter o blog do melhor jeito possivel. E agora para o post 100 não passar sem conteúdo (que é o que importa):

O Prêmio Darwin Awards:

Foi com este intuito que Wendy "Darwin" Northcutt criou o website oficial do Darwin Awards, onde são catalogados todos os vencedores do prêmio desde 1995. Só para que entenda, selecionamos, traduzimos e resumimos alguns casos de morte acidental mais do que estúpidas lá catalogadas.

Bomba na hora errada: um grupo de terroristas palestinos confundiu o cronômetro dos explosivos que transportavam e, sem perceber a burrada, morreram quando o carro bomba que dirigiam explodiu com eles dentro. (Israel, 1999)

Caminhão bomba: O brasileiro Manoel Messias Batista Coelho era responsável pela limpeza interna de tanques de caminhões de gasolina. Parte do procedimento consiste em encher o tanque com água, para forçar a saída do vapor inflamável do veículo. Depois de iniciar o processo o empregado retornou e, na dúvida, iluminou o interior do tanque com um isqueiro para ver o nível de água. Na hora o caminhão explodiu, limando sua existência em segundos. (Brasil, 2003)

Carro a jato: um sargento da força aérea americana instalou em seu Chevy Impala 1967 uma turbina a jato utilizada para dar maior impulsão em caças militares. Com o aparato indevidamente instalado, o oficial rumou para o deserto do Arizona e ligou a turbina. Moral: o carro explodiu após praticamente voar pela estrada, mandando o tal sargento pelos ares. Reza a lenda que o adesivo "Como estou dirigindo?" foi encontrado entre os destroços do veículo. (Estados Unidos, 1995)

Lugar e hora errada: um assaltante novato tentou roubar uma loja de armas portando apenas uma Beretta 22. Além de não se ater a este detalhe, ele ainda foi capaz de ignorar o carro patrulha que estava estacionado do outro lado da rua. Após disparar um tiro o infeliz foi praticamente fuzilado pelos policias, pelo dono da loja e por todos os clientes que ali estavam. Ninguém se feriu além do burro coitado, é lógico. (Estados Unidos, 1990)

Na linha do trem: durante a madrugada um homem teve de parar seu carro após o mesmo quebrar na estrada. Preocupado ele desceu e, caminhando pelas redondezas, ligou para pedir que alguém lhe ajudasse. O problema foi que o cidadão tapou a orelha que não estava encostada no celular com a mão para melhor ouvir a ligação, e não ouviu o trem se aproximar dele, que estava parado em cima dos trilhos. (Estados Unidos, 2002)

Perseguidor implacável: um rapaz dirigia seu carro quando ouviu as sirenes de uma viatura policial pedindo que ele parasse. Sem pestanejar o jovem acelerou e iniciou uma perseguição por uma rodovia do estado do Colorado. Ainda dirigindo ele sacou uma arma e apontou-a para trás, sem poder virar para observar exatamente onde estava a polícia, afinal, ele estava dirigindo em alta velocidade. Dos quatro tiros disparados dados sobre o seu ombro um acertou sua cabeça, encerrando a perseguição e deixando os guardas de "boca aberta". (Estados Unidos, 2002)

Roleta russa da pesada: três amigos bebiam num boteco quando um deles voltou com uma mina terrestre anti-tanque, que estava em seu quintal por mais de 25 anos. Com o artefato na mesa o trio passou a jogar roleta russa, tomando um trago de bebida e posteriormente batendo na mina. Minutos depois e "boom": não sobrou nem pedaço dos amigos pra contar história. (Camboja, 1999)

Vasectomia natural: um assaltante inglês entrou no supermercado e roubou duas lagostas vivas para comer. O problema foi que ele escondeu os animais dentro de suas calças. Não é necessário dizer que os crustáceos utilizaram suas garras para acertar seu genital e impedi-lo de sair da loja consciente. Este é um dos raros casos onde o vencedor do prêmio não morreu, mas mesmo assim extinguiu seus genes (uiii!). (Inglaterra, 2000)

Todas essas histórias podem ser lidas (em Inglês) no website oficial do Darwin Awards. Lá é possível entrar em contato e enviar alguma história que você creia digna de concorrer ao prêmio.

Encontrei o nosso querido padre alado (aquele que vôou com mil balões) e ele vai muito bem na votação: Padre alado!

A melhor frase é: He did not know how to use the GPS. (Algo como: Ele não sabia usar o GPS) :lol:

This was bought to the attention of the Australian Woodwork Forums - thought I'd show it here as well.

The "Expert" is apparently a Master Craftsman with over 20 years experience.

As a rule I don't 'have a go' at the efforts of others in bringing their expertise to the internet, but this one is an exception. My response to the video series was:

And here I have been stupidly clamping my stock before planing it. How dumb am I.
I couldn't figure out if it was for real, a joke, sarcasm, a "how to", a "how not to" etc.
In the end, I came to the conclusion that this is a perfect example why sometimes we'd be better off without the internet at all......and why the Darwin Awards exist.

I certainly won't be relying on the Expert Village site for reliable information based on this.

It was originally spotted by a US based woodwork forum and posted under the title "Is this guy on drugs?"

Apparently there is also a video set by the guy (sorry - the "Expert") on using the Tablesaw. To quote: "One thing about safety features is that often times they're just in the way. This guard here is removable, and that's what we're going to do right now, is get it out of the way." -Rob McMahon for Expert Village

Have a read of the comments on the Bulletin Boards too - very amusing to see the responses.

Just watched his "Saw Stop" video - he doesn't have one to actually show.

"The Expert" says it is an Airbag for the tablesaw, so convincingly that for a while there I thought he meant it was a real airbag, but I think he knew it wasn't.

Apparently, the brake on the Saw Stop is a "plastic shoe". Boy - that would be something to see. I'm sure there is plastic out there that might cope, but where did "Expert Village" find this guy? He should immediately be given a commission by Saw Stop - after all, if their mechanism renders a machine safe enough for him, it will be safe enough for pretty much everyone on the planet.

El accionar de las personas involucradas se va a los extremos del equilibrio Guarro-Fresa. Aquí podrán ver desde lo más guarro a lo más fresa.

  Lembra Padre Adelir? O que teve a brilhante idéia de voar por aí com uns balões  e subiu, subiu, subiu tanto que foi pra céu? Então. Sei lá como, essa notícia foi para no Darwin Awards, que é um site que premia as mortes mais estúpidas do mundo. E a gente votou com força e...

Pra vc que votou junto, incansávelmente, incessantemente e repetidamente, a boa notícia: ele ganhoooooooou! Juro, ele ganhou. É serio, olha aí:

http://www.darwinawards.com/darwin/darwin2008-16.html

E por hj... É só! Amanhã vou acordar melhor, vcs vão ver!

Ah! Passamos das 100 visitas! Valeeeeeu!

E parabéns pro blog que hj já fez uma semana e eu tõ cada vez mais viciada nessa coisa...

Sexta!

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