Go to this recipe page. Look at the window title bar. Note the name of the soup.
Chicken Soap for the Soul
“Cleanse me with hyssop PURE GLYCERIN BAR OF FAITH PRAYER SOAP™, and I will be clean.” (Probably best used with Harvest Warriors Sacred Anointing Oil.)
Kansas.
Kansas is officially flatter than a pancake.
Hero and Martyr?
When news broke that former air transport chief Panfilo Villaruel had been gunned down after violently taking over the NAIA control tower, my first instinct was to search for mention of his name in past publications, since, not having been abreast of the Filipino Who’s-Who all my life, I had never heard of him. The two key search results I spotted were this and this. (Of course, Malaya is completely non-credible, just like the Tribune, both unabashed loyalists to the Marcos/Erap/Cojuangco regimes.)
Today, mainstream Philippine media implicitly praises him as a hero and martyr — with qualification, of course, considering that he did attempt an armed takeover of a busy airport — and “mudslinging” is condemned for this staunchly upright family man and Ramos-administration appointee.
From recent readings of Filipino news, it seems that it is becoming more and more acceptable to accept outbursts such as the Oakwood mutiny and the airport control tower shootout as excusable due to grim desperation and “legitimate grievances.” Did I select faulty information, or am I seeing standard journalistic bias in action, or both?
Fat and Outsourcing
On the issue of outsourcing, Mike says, “Let that overweight American middle class trim down their decadent ways and compete in the global economy rather than cry foul at the intellectual and professional emancipation of our third world.”
That annoys me, partly because I’m part of that American middle class, and I don’t like being painted with the broad brush of “overweight, burger-eating, SUV-owning American” any more than Filipinos enjoy being referred to as “little brown brothers.” I work long, hard hours earning just enough to live a simple apartment-dweller’s life here in Washington, and after all that, it riles me to be shunted along with other Americans into the grossly generalized straw man of the “whiny decadent Westerner,” simply because, yes, I too am concerned about my field of work being taken over by offshore workers. (Not to the extent, however, that I would support thinly veiled bigotry in the name of secure employment.)
Besides, I would hardly characterize outsourcing as an “intellectual and professional emancipation of the third world.” Are companies which outsource helping to improve the quality of life in the regions from which they hire offshore workers, or is Corporate America simply using long-distance technology to capitalize on the lower cost of living and cheap labor readily available through poorer countries? If it’s the latter, then that’s not emancipation, it’s abuse, and that’s an even worse travesty than the stereotypical perception of American decadence.
(That disagreement aside, do go check out Rush Hour Hell. Mike’s been a friend and colleague since we were little boys in school. He got me into PEX and recommended me to grad school. And he windsurfs.)
Trebuchet is a what?
It’s not just a font! Gearbits has Trebuchets on display. Ah, reading the word “Ballista” brings me right back to afternoons in my college years playing hours and hours and hours of Warcraft. It turned into a terrible waste of afternoons.
(Directly below the Trebuchet entry is a review of Da Vinci Code. “Science and history?” Cough.)
Flaming Hoops of Powerpoint Theology
Over at b4G, MeanDean has put together an excellent Porpoise Driven cache. My thoughts on that here.
Warbloggers, Milbloggers, and Tom Tomorrow
Indepundit takes on Tom Tomorrow. Such a classic, awe-inspiring battle between giants. *sniff*
Update: Heh heh.
It’s Veterans Day! Have you sent mail to our troops yet? I have. Tonight I joined the apartment tenants association to write Christmas cards to our troops via TroopFanMail. Yay. (Hey, they even have an Award for “Excellence.”)
No Country for Old Men
Carl Olson (of Da Vinci Code fame) emailed to say thanks for the Da Vinci post, and to clarify that he is a Catholic of the Byzantine variety, and therefore kisses icons rather than statues. Big difference, I’m told. I have corrected the entry, with my head hung in shame at my lack of attentiveness to these manifestations of religious diversity. Forgive me.
(Title of this post from a Yeats poem, which I first read when I was a little boy. It was the example text for a lesson in BASIC, in which I used the PRINT command to output the poem in the shape of a lamp.)
Ultimate Virus
Isn’t it funny that the first documented computer virus was announced on the same day as Windows, twenty years ago today? But Windows isn’t a virus, right?