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   Where
      are they now?
 
 
          I'm staring at a wire shelf unit in the cleanroom,
      thinking of using it as a makeshift instrument rack, while I
      sing to myself some lines from an old Jon & Vangelis song: "Chances could call and accept that,
      be no other Science as it might disappear, correspond with color
 Chance is the fruit will outlive..."
   mammothrept (mamm'-oh-thrept)
      n. literally, a child raised by its grandmother; hence,
      a spoiled child. from Greek mamma grandmother + threptos
      nourished, reared.   
        The Musketeer :(
       Mix Kung Fu swordplay, Old Westerns, and French novels.
 Could it be good? No!
 
 
   The Amazing Race
 I've gotten hooked on two very similar new reality game shows:
      Lost, and The Amazing Race. Both shows send two person teams
      (each followed by a cameraman or two) on a globe-trotting race
      that ends in NYC, with a big cash prize going to whoever gets
      there first. I'm really enjoying them both, but so far, I'd have
      to say I prefer The Amazing Race. [more] 
   9/11
      Gallery by AIGA
 
        
  
           
        "Blanxx
        gets my vote for best expansion of a card game for 2001 in the
        GAMA awards. It's really no contest. The expansion is as good
        as *you* make it. Encouraging homebrewn gaming. Gads, that's
        what made Doom and Quake popular. Promotes creativity." -- Paul Blake on the Fluxx mailing list
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                |  | A Tornado Struck Our Town! |  |  
          |  When
            I was a kid, I always took it seriously when I heard about a
            "Tornado Watch", worriedly gazing through the window
            for signs of any cyclones that might sweep our house away to
            a land of munchkins and witches. However, as I grew older, I
            stopped worrying. Tornadoes just don't happen here. Or so it
            always seemed.
 On Monday, the most powerful tornado this area has felt in
            over 75 years came smashing right through my home town. It first
            touched down at the University of Maryland, where it destroyed
            a small building and countless cars. Tragically, two sisters
            were killed when their car was picked up by the wind and crashed
            into the woods. The tornado then moved north, tearing up power
            lines and trees and local business, going right by our house
            (a mere 2000 feet to the west), eventually petering out in Laurel,
            after ripping off the roof of the high school there. Early estimates
            of damage come to $16.5M. Although friends of ours actually saw the funnel cloud (Allen
            even took pictures
            of it), the storm seemed like just another thunderstorm to us,
            even after the power went out. But as we started scrounging up
            candles and tracking down the wind-up radio, we began getting
            phone calls asking if we were OK. By the time it was dark, we
            had a pretty good idea of where the tornado had traveled and
            which local landmarks it had damaged, and since it was all within
            walking distance we decided to take a stroll and look for scenes
            of devastation in the dark. We saw much destruction. Many trees were damaged and even
            torn out of the ground, and all the glass was smashed out of
            some storefronts and bus shelters. As we approached a Home Depot
            that reportedly suffered a lot of damage, we found a couple of
            their big metal carts lying crumpled in the lawn many yards from
            their parking lot. We cautiously stepped over downed power lines
            that probably would have been dangerous if anything in the area
            had electricity. After awhile it started to rain pretty hard
            again, and we had to take shelter for awhile at #12's
            place, which was even closer to the path of destruction than
            we live... right along it in fact! As we looked at twisted wreckage in the darkness and thought
            about those unlucky enough to be directly in harm's way, it was
            sobering to realize that the events of September 11 were literally
            a thousand times worse, and then some. Well, at least the disaster
            that struck our town was a natural calamity. "We can't blame
            this one on the terrorists" was an oft-heard joke that night.
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          |  When
            I was a kid, I always enjoyed the adventure of living without
            electricity, on those occasions when a (tornado-free) storm would
            knock out the power. (Well, almost always... we didn't have VCRs
            in those days, so back then we couldn't just get a friend who
            still had power to tape the new episode of Star Trek for us...)
            Even today, the novelty of living by candlelight can be fun for
            awhile... but of course, it does get tiresome eventually. Fortunately,
            our power came on after only about 18 hours (i.e. in plenty of
            time for the premiere of the new Star Trek series). Others in
            our neighborhood weren't as lucky, but I believe by now that
            most or all of the town is back on the grid.
 Anyway, you can be sure I'll once again be taking those Tornado
            Watches as seriously as I ever used to. I didn't take any pictures
            of the devastation myself, but other people did; here's a site
            with many pages of photos, along with accounts, by students on
            the scene at the campus. 
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          | In other news, Chort
            and Paula got married this week! I didn't take any pictures there
            either, but it was a lovely wedding, and we had a great time.
            Congrats and best wishes, you two!  Rest
            in Peace, tornado (and September 11th) victims...
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                |  | The current issue (Oct 2001) of Wired magazine
                  features a really cool map among the illustrations for an article
                  on all things Tolkien: The world of the Lord of the Rings rendered
                  as a subway map, showing the routes of the Middle Earth Transit
                  Authority. |  
                |  | "Indeed, where is the United States military
                  to fight? Afghanistan, which has sheltered deadly terrorists
                  for years, is an almost certain target. But Pakistan, which has
                  sheltered deadly terrorists for years, is suddenly an ally. And
                  how is the United States military to fight? It could bomb Afghanistan
                  to mountains and scrub, but Afghanistan is already little more
                  than mountains and scrub. It could send in troops, but if you
                  are a terrorist, and you see the US Army coming, you make like
                  a civilian and head for a crowd - or better, the border. The
                  Soviet Army killed more than a million people in Afghanistan
                  before giving up and withdrawing in defeat. Washington has fought
                  this kind of war before. Every president since Richard Nixon
                  has declared "war" on drugs. Every presidential candidate
                  has emphasized that he will win the war on drugs, because each
                  president before him has failed. But there is no drug lord in
                  chief, no single network to break, no one nation to beat or sanction
                  into submission. The idea of a war on drugs implies that we can
                  eradicate the problem - as likely as police eradicating crime
                  or firefighters eradicating fire - and that dooms the US to failure." -- Douglas McGray, "Don't
                  Oversell An 'Idea War'" |  
                |  | "I call my plan 'Operation UNCLE SAMta Claus,'
                  and it would work like this. Every year the State Department
                  could release a list of naughty and nice nations. The former
                  will get rewards in the form of desirable American consumer goods;
                  the latter, lumps of coal. If we're afraid the naughty nations
                  might use the lumps of coal for fuel we could give them Chia
                  Pets, handkerchiefs, or other completely undesirable gifts. Nations
                  falling in the middle would get nice cards wishing them happy
                  holidays. The whole world would spend the year trying to get
                  on our good side so that come Christmas they'd get nice presents.
                  Governments whose representatives calls us dirty names at the
                  U.N. or who taught their schoolchildren to chant 'Death to The
                  Satanic Zionist Yankee Imperialists' would be overthrown by angry
                  mobs when their citizens realized they were getting stale fruitcakes
                  for the holidays while the residents of nearby pro-American nations
                  were getting attractive Timex watches or Amana Radar Ranges." -- Alvin Orloff, I Married an Earthling, page
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