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I love this map and I find the very idea of it to be really provocative. I've been to Israel many times and I've spoken with both Israelis and Palestinians as friends. But the actual land itself of the West Bank has always proved to be something more elusive to me than the Palestinian people themselves. The west bank, for me, has always been presented with the same caution and fear that many people approach the ocean.
Even though this map of L’archipel de Palestine orientale (‘The Archipelago of Eastern Palestine’) is set in the same area and uses a similar theme, the cartographer behind it refutes any allegation that it is meant to reflect the same Biblical dry = good, wet = bad analogy. “The map is not about ‘drowning’ or ‘flooding’ the Israeli population, nor dividing territories along ethnic lines, even less a suggestion of how to resolve the conflict,” gasps Julien Bousac, the Frenchman who created this map.
“Maybe posting the full map would help to take it for what it is, i.e. an illustration of the West Bank’s ongoing fragmentation based on the (originally temporary) A/B/C zoning which came out of the Oslo process, still valid until now. To make things clear, areas ‘under water’ strictly reflect C zones, plus the East Jerusalem area, i.e. areas that have officially remained under full Israeli control and occupation following the Agreements. These include all Israeli settlements and outposts as well as Palestinian populated areas.”
via Strange Maps
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As per my earlier post about facebook and people believing any crazy old thing on there, I received a response today from Farhad Manjoo, Slate's technology writer about the issue. And, as it turns out, the culprit behind all of this is Farhad himself!
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April Fools Day is a special time of the year for me. It
brings up all kinds of fun memories.
Like this one time, back in Davis, Daniel and I played an epic prank on our roommate, Jordan. She’s very much the progressive, vegan, anti-corporation type. On her bedroom door, she had all kinds of anti-McDonalds, anti-Coke, and anti-Starbucks paraphernalia. So, one day we decided to play with her a little.
Daniel and I drew up a fake letter from Starbucks “Outreach
Office” telling Jordan that in honor of her accomplishments and achievements in
advocating for a more just and equitable world for all, that she was being
offered a special scholarship of $20,000. We completed the letter with a pretty
legit looking letter head that we faked with a Starbucks logo we found online
and signed the letter “Loren Evans”.
The result was amazing.
Jordan, understandably, freaked out with excitement over her new scholarship money. Only when we asked later, “Your not going to take that money, are you? That money was made unjustly off the backs of poor farmers!” did she enter the existential crisis we were seeking. It was great. Finally, we told her that we were behind the whole deal and that “Loren Evans” was Daniel’s and my middle names put together (my middle name being Loren and his being Evan).
We’ll Loren Evans has struck again. This time though, it was
Evans striking against Loren.
I got to work this morning and within minutes, I started receiving phone call after phone call asking about my TV for sale on craigslist. Apparently, on a visit last night to visit their sick old friend Adam, Daniel and his compatriot Denise, took a sneak photo of my TV and posted this to craigslist.
the link wont last forever, but incase you cant read the image above, try checking it out here. I've received nearly 40 calls already and I've had to change my voicemail message to say that the tv is no longer available.
Well played, Loren Evans. Well played.
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It appears that Cocks, Smellies, and Shufflebottoms have all become quite endangered in recent years.
People named Smellie decreased by 70 percent, Dafts by 51 percent, Gotobeds by 42 percent, Shufflebottoms by 40 percent, and Cockshotts by 34 percent, said Richard Webber, visiting professor of geography at King's College, London.
via Reuters
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some are worse than others
via subtraction
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I just wrote a letter to Slate's tech and web writer Farhad Manjoo. Who knows if he'll write back, but my question probably hits what he's most interested in.
The issue is a certain facebook phenomenon and its constituent groups and events. Read my letter for more...
columns. Big fan.
Am I the only one who sees this as a crazy issue? Has the world gone mad?!
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Here's a list of the top 10 most lied-about-reading books of all time.
via Kottke.org
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from scanwiches. thanks to DS
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The domestication of cattle for milk production also led to genetic change. Among people of northern European descent, lactose intolerance -- the inability to digest milk in adulthood -- is unusual today. But it was universal before a genetic mutation arose about 8,000 years ago that made lactose tolerance continue beyond childhood. Since you can get milk over and over from a cow, but can get meat from it only once, you can harvest a lot more calories over time for the same effort if you are lactose tolerant. Humans who had this attribute would have displaced those who didn't, all else being equal. (If your opponent has guns and you don't, drinking milk won't save you.)
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Probably the greatest single blog posting i've ever read. That, or I'm just scared to tell the writer otherwise. Here are 28 Rules of Gun fighting:
1. Forget about knives, bats and fists. Bring a gun. Preferably,
bring at least two guns. Bring all of your friends who have guns. Bring
four times the ammunition you think you could ever need.
2.
Anything worth shooting is worth shooting twice. Ammunition is cheap -
life is expensive. If you shoot inside, buckshot is your friend. A new
wall is cheap - funerals are expensive
3. Only hits count. The only thing worse than a miss is a slow miss.
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This summer, I got to experience something new and unforgettable.
I staff college trips to Israel during the summer, but this past summer I was placed on a bus with a number of
deaf and hard of hearing students. It was a interesting experience. I had never
really interacted with the deaf community before and I ended up learning a lot
about deaf politics
and culture.
I begin to understand why everyone uses the adjectives amazing and awesome to describe her. I find that I adore her, too. Which makes it painful to imagine her slowly closing world. “It’s really the isolation,” says Swiller. “Most people wake up and the first thing they do is turn on the radio, and the last thing at night is turn off The Daily Show. We input all that noise to blast out thought. She doesn’t have that. She’s alone with her thoughts, in her own world, in a way.”
Whatever keeps her up at night is not something she talks about. “Well, we all have our shit,” she says. “One of the things that’s so unique and wonderful about this is that you’re forced to use other senses. It makes you creative. For example, I was meeting a friend at Houston’s on 53rd, and it’s really dark on the stairs. I wanted to put my name on the list, but I wasn’t gonna break an ankle over it. So I watched people exiting and counted how many times their bodies went up. Sixteen stairs, then turn, then five more.”
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A friend and I like to take political shake-ups like this as a chance for us to do a little friendly gentlemen s wager. Usually, I lose these things. I didn't bet on John Roberts, Joseph Ratzinger, or Joe Biden, but hopefully I can regain the upper hand with these selections for Daschle's replacement nominee for HHS.
1) John Kitzhaber
2) Howard Dean
3) Jeanne Lambrew
each of these is sufficiently unrealistic. The only one with a high, Daschle-y profile is the out-of-favor Howard Dean, but he may be the least likely of all. To be honest, I had only vaguely heard of #1 before today and #3 not at all before today.
My rival in this edition of Fantasy HHS Secretary has chosen for his starting line-up...
1) Kathleen Sebelius
2) Dave Cutler
3) John Edwads
No comment needed on #3.
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via The Big Picture
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After an hour and a half, Lear’s passengers arrived: General James L. Jones took shotgun; Lawrence Summers and two men she didn’t recognize got in back. No one spoke. “The ride there was so awkward,” Lear said. “I was racking my brain about some introduction I could make.” Finally, someone brought up the World Economic Forum, in Davos—General Jones said he guessed he was going; Summers said it sounded fun—and Lear was listening closely until she realized, “O.K., I need to focus on not crashing General Jones and Larry Summers and all these important people! I need to execute this task properly.” She concentrated on the driving....
The motorcade arrived at the Mexican Cultural Institute on Sixteenth Street. The passengers got out, and Lear tried to read her book. But mostly, she said, “I sat in the car for about two hours and texted everybody I know.” She asked for suggestions for ice-breakers to use with Jones. Her dad wrote, “How about ‘At ease, General!’?”
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this will be my last inauguration themed post, so I hope this tides you over till 2013...
via The Big Picture
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