“Be like a duck. Remain calm on the surface and paddle like hell underneath.” — Michael Caine
“Don’t let your problems be solved by time. You might not like the solution.”
For 75 years the disappearance of Everett Ruess has posed one of the greatest mysteries in the annals of adventure. Now, a skeleton in the desert, a navajo tale of murder, and a battery of genetic and forensic analyses may finally put the legend to rest. >>>>>>
“Steel can be any shape you want if you are skilled enough, and any shape but the one you want if you are not”
-Robert M. Pirsig
Pirsig also wrote Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, which is #49 on the readers list for the best books of the last century. I have read it and I liked it very much. It is also the only fiction book I have read where I thought it prudent to just skip 50 pages.
The person who doesn’t take time for relaxation will be obliged sooner or later to make time for illness.
It’s too bad that everyone who has a solution for everything is at home commenting on the internet.
— kelly oxford (@kellyoxford) September 6, 2011
Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage. —Ray Bradbury
Here’s the latest plan scientists have come up with to kill some of the estimated 2 million brown tree snakes that have wiped out many other animals on Guam:
In April or May they’re going to lace dead mice with painkillers, attach them to little parachutes, drop them from helicopters and hope that they get snagged in the jungle foliage. Then, if all goes well, the snakes — which as their name implies hang out in trees — will eat the mice and die from ingesting the painkillers’ active ingredients.
::: dead-mouse-filled-with-painkillers-ocopter? via NPR :::
“Truth is confirmed by inspection and delay; falsehood by haste and uncertainty.”
In 1927, Johnson taught mostly Mexican children at the Welhausen School in Cotulla, some ninety miles south of San Antonio in La Salle County. When he returned to San Marcos in 1965, after having signed the Higher Education Act of 1965, Johnson looked back:
“I shall never forget the faces of the boys and the girls in that little Welhausen Mexican School, and I remember even yet the pain of realizing and knowing then that college was closed to practically every one of those children because they were too poor. And I think it was then that I made up my mind that this nation could never rest while the door to knowledge remained closed to any American.”
“In his years of working on Johnson, Robert Caro has come to know him better — or to understand him better — than Johnson knew or understood himself. He knows Johnson’s good side and his bad: how he became the youngest Senate majority leader in history and how, by whispering one thing in the ears of the Southern senators and another in Northern ears, he got the Civil Rights Act of 1957 through a Congress that had squelched every civil rights bill since 1875; how he fudged his war record and earned himself a medal by doing nothing more than taking a single plane ride; how, while vice president during the Cuban missile crisis, his hawkishness scared the daylights out of President Kennedy and his brother Robert. Caro has learned about Johnson’s rages, his ruthlessness, his lies, his bribes, his insecurities, his wheedling, his groveling, his bluster, his sycophancy, his charm, his kindness, his streak of compassion, his friends, his enemies, his girlfriends, his gofers and bagmen, his table manners, his drinking habits, even his nickname for his penis: not Johnson, but Jumbo.”