Someone forwarded me this, and I thought I’d share it:
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Someone forwarded me this, and I thought I’d share it:
I came home from the shop last night around 4:30, while there was still some light; passing the turn-off into the neighbor’s corn field (they grow corn to attract the deer so they can shoot them while they eat) I saw a silver pickup truck parked back in the corner, which is the end closest to my property. Here we go, again.
It’s an interesting problem: if a federal agency claims the authority to regulate something, then they can be sued when they fail to discharge that responsibility effectively. My prediction is that this sort of thing won’t go far: there will be some new findings by the activist supreme court that there’s some theory like “qualified immunity” that applies.
Dust collection is a standard shop problem. When I was a kid, my father’s friend Monsieur Foulquier (who did most of the carpentry at the house in France) had a very old-school shop, where the floor consisted of a 2 foot-thick layer of sawdust; I know because I was curious and did a dig. His carpentry shop dated back to the Napoleonic era, I am fairly sure, and even had a central power distribution consisting of a bar with huge wooden pulley-wheels and everything could hook up/down through the use of long leather belts.
This is some really neat stuff. It’s from a recent episode of This Week in Virology(TWIV), which is generally worth listening to in its entirety, but sometimes their side-topics are so interesting it’s delightful.
I remember hearing about this back in the USENET days. It’s a fun story and he’s obviously told it many times.
Commentariat(tm) Underwater Obstreperousness Agent Patrick Slattery sent me this story, to brighten my day. Because, unlike some of you, I probably didn’t pay for it. The Brits, apparently have figured out what to do with their F-35s.
I’m going to post a series of this, I hope, as it progresses. Really, we’re talking about maybe an hour or two of actual work but … why not? Turning stuff on a lathe is tremendous fun when it comes out right. I realize that by posting this I am setting myself up for failure.
Content Warning: Nipple
This time I’m going to go a bit far afield. I want to look back at media reaction to a stupid event that happened in 2004. I was on a consulting gig in some town or other and happened to turn on the TV in my hotel room for background noise, and saw the whole thing, live, and did not care very much one way or another.
“Kick it out,” said the voice from behind me; I waved back over my shoulder, not looking – this was another of the pan-handlers that worked Saint Paul Street in Baltimore. It was fall, 1993, and I was walking home from Harborplace downtown, with thenwife. The Saint Paul Street bridge over the Jones Falls Expressway, where we were, was usually whipped with wind and we had our hands jammed each in the pockets of our motorcycle jackets and were walking along, hunched over, probably talking about something.