365 Portraits

This is a great project and there are some simply beautiful photos here.

I’m Bill Wadman, a New York-based photographer who after completing my first 365 Project, and then a weekly 52 Project, has taken it upon myself to shoot and post one portrait every day of 2007. The photo will have been taken that day, and each day will be a different person. Some will be in the studio, some will be in the wild. Hopefully they will all be interesting.

My Aunt Peg is the portrait for November 5th. A beautiful portrait of a strong woman.

LOLCode

This is too funny.

People are turning the LOLCat speak into programming languages. It’s awesome.

Am I a huge nerd? I think the fact that the code snippets on this page made me laugh out loud prove it.

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LOL LSPTR IN MAH LOOPSTACKZ R IPTR
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(damn, the css makes code formatting totally foobar so I can’t include it here. Looks like I need to fix that. Anyway, go look at the code, it’s damned funny.)

The most powerful post on S-CHIP you will read today

La Lubu over at Feministie writes a very powerful post about the birth of her extremely premature baby and all the health care battles she had to fight.

Prior to that, I received my first bill from her original hospital. It came after six weeks of treatment—before my daughter was officially listed as being under the insurance plan (see, you have to produce a birth certificate first, and there’s a time lag between when you can obtain the official birth certificate from the state, and the processing of the paperwork with the insurance plan. First, I had to prove that the baby that came out of my body via the fully-paid for emergency c-section, was actually mine. Don’tcha just love bureaucracy? It didn’t include neonatology services, radiology services, pediatric cardiology, respiratory therapists, or even surgery. But it was about $750,000 just the same. Now remember, that was before the hefty insurance discount was applied.

And I laughed. Yes, I laughed. What the hell else could I do? Who the hell did they think was going to be pulling $750,000 out of her ass? Because it sure wasn’t me. At the Ronald McDonald House, I traded war stories with the other parents. Most of the parents there were long-termers—waiting for the call for new organs for their sick children. Everyone had lost their jobs because of their children’s medical crises. At least once. I met folks whose employers couldn’t be bothered to give them a week of time off. I met a family where both parents had hepatitis C (and that ain’t cheap, people); they were waiting for their toddler son to get a lung transplant. People from all over the nation. A nation of isolated medical crises.

PZ Myers’ Talk at St. Olaf

PZ Myers gave a talk to the Freethinkers group at St. Olaf the other day. I wish I had been there.

He has the transcript up and I think you should read it.

I am here to bring you some good news.

The universe is about 13.7 billion years old, plus or minus a few hundred million, and the earth itself is about 4.6 billion years old. How do we know this? The work of astronomers in measuring cosmological constants, in calculating the age of stars and the size of our universe; the work of physicists on principles of radioactive decay, and measurements of the age of rocks; the work of geologists in charting the many layers of rock and puzzling out the mechanisms of change.

How It All Ends

Here’s an interesting video about Global Warming. It’s by a science teacher and instead of trying to convince people that Global Warming is true, he instead works the risk management angle.

As I was watching it, it seemed to sound a lot like a version of Pascal’s Wager, and at the end, he puts up a slide that acknowledges that and apparently he has a series of videos that address more questions too. I’ll have to watch them also.

In any case, this is well worth a watch, whether you think Global Warming is true or not.

(p.s. He’s wearing a League of Awesomeness t-shirt!)

America: Bed Wetter Nation

I wish I could write like this:

But look now what we have lost. Now when a bad guy crosses our threshhold, America becomes a pants-piddling mess.

Iran’s president speaks at a great American university. That university’s president, in the act of introducing his lecture, whines like a baby bereft of his pacifier that his guest is a big meany poopy-head. City Council members, too, and a rabbi, make like ten-year-olds, giving their press conference in front of a sign with his face struck through and the legend “Go To Hell.” Up in Albany, Democratic leader Sheldon Silver treat the students of this great university like ten years olds, threatening to defund Columbia University lest censors like himself prove unable to shut the poor children’s ears to difficult speech. (What, was he worried they’d be convinced, join the jihad?) Then a Republican presidential candidate chimes in—bye, bye, federalism!—saying Washington should starve the school of funds, too. American diplomats used to have the gumption to spar face to face with dreaded foreign leaders. Now they go on cable TV and whine about what a “travesty” it would have been to visit a site which properly should belong to the world. Hundreds of foreign nationals died in the World Trade Center on 9/11 (maybe even some of the Iranian!). Yet we have to systematically repress that—as if our national ego would crack like fine crystal if we were forced to acknowledge the mingling of American blood with that of mere foreigners.

This is a wonderful article about what America was, and what it has become. And it makes me sad. There is more, go read it.

(h/t to Shakespear’s Sister)