“You’re like the guy in bad romantic movies whom accidentally say something stupid and then embarrassedly attempts to recover only to dig himself deeper and deeper into the hole; except you don’t get embarrassed, you just keep going, unphased by anything that comes out of your mouth.”—ozamosi
“It appears that Glenn Beck has come up with his new sign off phrase. His “Good night and good luck.” Every show, he can now end with “I think I’ve wasted your time, and I apologize for that, see you tomorrow.”—Jon Stewart
“It’s weird enough living in a country where a man can legally own an arsenal of machine guns, but his neighbor growing a pot plant will send a team of DEA agents kicking his door in with a no-knock warrant. But this goes even beyond that. If I go online today to HaveNoLifeAndBetOnSports.com and bet fifty dollars on the Bucks against the Celtics tonight, I’m a criminal. But some gazillionaire firm in New York can legally bet against the United States of America in unlimited amounts in a trade that has nothing to do with anything, but a guess about how many other people will make the same bet.
The team Dr Paabo assembled to look at this bone, led by Johannes Krause, assumed it was either from an early modern human or a Neanderthal, both of whom once lived in the area. What they found shocked them. It was neither.
The new, as yet unnamed species—the first to be defined solely by its DNA—is unveiled in this week’s Nature.
The finger bone was found in strata dated to between 48,000 and 30,000 years ago (the bone itself has not yet been dated). That means the creature was contemporary with both Neanderthals and modern humans in the area.
When the guru’s initial efforts failed, he accused Mr Edamaruku of praying to gods to protect him. “No, I’m an atheist,” came the response. The holy man then said he needed to conduct a ritual that could only be done at night, outdoors, and after he had slept with a woman, drunk alcohol and rubbed himself in ash.
The men agreed to go to an outdoor studio that night — all to no avail. At midnight, the anchor declared the contest over. Reason had prevailed.
In the pilot scheme the bond will raise up to £5m ($7.5m) to finance various private-sector organisations to work closely for six years with 3,000 short-term prisoners jailed in Peterborough, both inside prison and after their release, to help them resettle into the community. At present, prisoners like these have a tendency to reoffend and end up back in jail, costing government and society a fortune.
The bond gives its investors a powerful incentive to finance organisations that will turn these ex-jailbirds into upright citizens. If they can reduce the rate of reoffending by at least 10%, the investors will be paid, the amount rising as the recidivism rate falls. If the payout is triggered—a 10% decline representing proof that the improvement is due to more than chance—the investors will earn a minimum internal rate of return of 7.5%, rising to a maximum of 13%, with payments made during years six and eight.
Each speaker gets five minutes to explain their research, with a human metronome banging a waste bin with a big stick after every minute. After five minutes, an eight-year old girl (last night, actually two twins) walks across the stage and says “Please Stop, I’m Bored” and repeats it until the speaker does indeed stop.
It is estimated that 15-20% of gay men in America marry heterosexual women. But Liu Dalin, a pioneering sexologist now retired from the University of Shanghai, has put the share in China at 90%.
[Wifes to gays] typically have little sexual experience before marriage, and little knowledge of homosexuality.
China has no powerful gay lobby. But Mrs Li has used her reputation to campaign for same-sex marriage. In 2003 she sought support at the National People’s Congress (NPC) for legalising gay marriage. She could not even secure the backing required for a formal debate (30 delegates out of some 3,000). She has since tried three times to provoke a similar discussion at an advisory body to the NPC.
“A lot of people who read a bestselling novel, for example, do not read much other fiction. By contrast, the audience for an obscure novel is largely composed of people who read a lot. That means the least popular books are judged by people who have the highest standards, while the most popular are judged by the people who literally do not know any better.”—The Economist
As we know, one man once got on one plane in a pair of exploding hiking boots and as a result everyone else in the entire world is now forced to strip naked at airports and hand over their toiletries to a man in a high-visibility jacket.
Then we have calls to ban sexually provocative pop videos from the television until 9pm and put Loaded magazine on the top shelf. Will this prevent teenage boys from seeing girls’ breasts? Well, whoever thinks it will has plainly never heard of the internet.
What good did all the airport legislation achieve? None. It simply means that you and I now must get to the airport six years before the plane is due to leave and arrive at the other end with yellow teeth, smelly armpits and no nail file. Did it prevent a chap from getting on board with exploding underpants? No, it did not.
Of course, people can sidestep the harvesting process entirely by spending real money to purchase in-game items. This is the major source of revenue for Zynga, the company that produces Farmville. Zynga is currently on pace to make over three hundred million dollars in revenue this year, largely off of in-game micro-transactions. Clearly, even people who play Farmville want to avoid playing Farmville.
As the French sociologist Marcel Mauss tells us, gifts are never free: they bind the giver and receiver in a loop of reciprocity. It is rude to refuse a gift, and ruder still to not return the kindness. We play Farmville, then, because we are trying to be good to one another. We play Farmville because we are polite, cultivated people.
“They all want to become vets until they’re actually practicing operating on a live animal. You’ve never heard a girl scream until one has to put her arm in the ass of a cow. I will cherish that moment . for ever.”—Belgian girl explains Belgian girls