The real problem with genetically modified food is not that your tomato will turn you into a halibut. The real problem is that we might, you know, make a superweed and stuff.. Oops.
Some idiot somewhere is mixing kudzu with algae, or poison ivy with mint. You just know it.
Via robotwisdom, the dangers of linguistics on official flights.
Jerrold (not his real name) was a coworker at the hospital. He was a trim, slightly built black man in his late forties with thinning hair. He and I were both transcriptionists and later I was his supervisor.
Jerrold clearly had high standards for his own behavior. He was invariably polite and friendly to everyone. If a contentious question arose he would find a way to bow out, and it was hard to drag a critical statement out of him about anyone. A few times someone played a prank on him and he just grinned for about an hour. The only time he was really concerned or upset at work was when we had a crazy prejudiced lady working there who made accusations (that’s another story), and when he realized no one was going to listen to her he went back to his phlegmatic self.
He’d gone into the service during the Vietnam War and done a tour overseas with the Air Force. He was in a group that was sent behind enemy lines to retrieve airmen, and it’s clear he had a rough war. After he got out of the service he went to work as a police dispatcher, working 12 hour days seven days a week. He then spent ten years as a Los Angeles bus driver. These experiences gave him a lot of stories to relate. Because life as a black man in Los Angeles is also bizarre and stressful, he had some stories like that, and some others about his family, all of which were extremely dramatic. But Jerrold told them in a curiously flat way. He had a kind of Midwestern male reserve that did not allow his voice to raise, or his tone to become excited, or even his adjectives to get terribly descriptive. This made the stories punch harder, because he was so clearly just relating a series of facts. I’ll try to recreate a couple of them.
I just got The Pope‘s album in the mail today. Now I like them more than ever. Lots of screaming and smashing and loud guitars. Another thing they remind me of is the Three Johns. Or maybe if the Pixies got very, very, very, very wasted and turned up too high.
If you like noisy, exuberant music or if you just enjoy falling downstairs into the lawnmower, buy the damned thing
“Have a nice day,” Mitchell said as the woman walked away, carrying a petite dog. “It’s going to cost you your soul. This is not a game, kiddo.”
Newlyweds, storytellers, and the Warcraft Widow behind the cut
http://www.hemispheresmagazine.com/fiction/2005/faulkner.htm
Condi wiped some spit on her hand and patted down my hair. Her hand was soft and she smelled like Xerox copies coming right out of the machine. “He looks just fine,” Condi said.
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The ultimate Manifestation instrument includes:
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As they say, “That is what some folks call Radionics and for good reason.” Very expensive electronic items that blast your thoughts into etherspace, adjust various energies, and move around chakras, chi, etc.
Thanks to springheel_jack for this one.
One misconception you may have is that the people who plan our military adventures are cold, calculating bureaucrats who comb through huge quantities of data and calculate invasions, bombings, and coups d’état with analytical precision. That would in fact be hateful and frightening.
Spreadsheets are involved and there are huge quantities of data. And bureaucrats, lots and lots of bureaucrats doing this work. But they’re all completely insane.They have abstracted the world so completely that there is no longer any connection to the ordinary evil of war; they live in another place. Remember that next time you’re watching the news and we do something tragicomic on a huge scale.
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