The History of the Internet since the Web

I. The Internet, 1993: nerds.

II. The Internet, 1998: assholes.

III. The Internet, 2005: broken robots.

Oxfam Katrina Relief

My own favorite charity, Oxfam, has a Katrina relief fund. They're good at disaster relief but also good at long-term structural help with the economic and social problems that persist years after a catastrophe. If progressive politics give you the willies, you probably will prefer the Red Cross. If band-aid solutions and a refusal to address poverty and discrimination along with disaster make you grumpy, I suggest you give a few bucks to Oxfam America at this link.

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SUPERNATURAL FROG

torgo_x is a superstar and a cool guy. One of the latest reasons for this is that he sent me a frameable art print of the SUPERNATURAL FROG:


Supernatural Frog Art Card

I now have a frog protecting my house. SCORE!

holy crap huge calphalon sale at amazon

Calphalon Sale List

Like, $180 pans for $20. Good stuff too.

slinks

1. We have a new Munchkin Policy, ma'am.
   
   
2. Wanna have a baby girl? Move next to the chemical plant in Ontario.
   
   
3. Cow power NOW!
   
   
4. Stuck in Tallahassee after Katrina? We've got football now, get the fuck out of the hotel. (reg maybe required, use bugmenot)

DEAR CORY, XENI, AND ALL THE BOINGBOING PALS

I READ YOUR POST ON HOW TECH PROS COULD HELP WITH RECOVERY FROM HURRICANE KATRINA AND ITS AFTERMATH, LIKE WITH ALL OUR TECHNOLOGY EXPERTISE MAYBE OR FREE VOIP OR SOME TYPE OF INTERACTIVE PISSLET. I HAVE A GREAT IDEA. MAYBE ALL THE TECH PROS SHOULD WRITE A FUCKING CHECK, SINCE WE'RE OVERPAID WEENIES WITH NICE OFFICE JOBS? YOU KNOW, BASICALLY FORTUNATE FIRST-WORLD WINNERS WITH A LOT OF DISPOSABLE INCOME AND TIME TO FUCK AROUND ON THE INTERNET? YEAH.

OH I GUESS WHAT YOU REALLY MEANT WAS THAT YOU'RE ALL UNABLE TO FUNCTION AS ANYTHING EXCEPT GAMERS, DIGERATI, MEDIA WHORES, AND LOUDMOUTHS AND YOU WERE LOOKING FOR A WAY TO JUSTIFY THAT IN LIGHT OF A GENUINE HUMANITARIAN EMERGENCY. CARRY ON!

The Airborne Toxic Event

The enormous dark mass moved like some death ship in a Norse legend, escorted across the night by armored creatures with spiral wings. We weren't sure how to react. It was a terrible thing to see, so close, so low, packed with chlorides, benzenes, phenols, hydrocarbons, or whatever the precise toxic content. But it was also spectacular, part of the grandness of a sweeping event, like the vivid scene in the switching yard or the people trudging across the snowy overpass with children, food, belongings, a tragic army of the dispossessed. Our fear was accompanied by a sense of awe that bordered on the religious...

{...}

It was said that the governor was on his way from the capital in an executive helicopter. It would probably set down in a bean field outside a deserted town, allowing the governor to emerge, square-jawed and confident, in a bush jacket, within camera range, for ten or fifteen seconds, as a demonstration of his imperishability...


from White Noise, by Don DeLillo.