…and the end of inquiry
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More on Rorty, who once referred to himself as a ‘transitory professor of trendy studies.’
Man…what happened to spoken word?
Finding people who have never had a hamburger sounds almost as hard as finding unbiased jurors for the second OJ trial…
But I guess it’s possible. Just leave it to Burger King:
Mabye somebody better start translating Super Size Me into Inuit.
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It’s nice to see they’re taking some heat for this whole thing.
I know I was.
Here is Thomas Friedman’s daily routine (via dailyroutines.typepad.com):
“Honestly, I still can’t wait to get my pants on in the morning,” Friedman said. He wakes early, then exercises on a stationary bike, and if he has a column in the paper that day he’ll read it through online two or three times, asking himself, “Did I get it right?” On weekdays, he’ll head into D.C. for a seven-thirty breakfast meeting, which is sometimes followed by an eight-thirty breakfast meeting. The Times has a floor and a half of a building a few blocks north of the White House, and three of the four Op-Ed columnists who are based in Washington–Friedman, David Brooks, and Maureen Dowd, whom Friedman calls his closest friend on the paper–have offices at one end of an open-plan news floor. “I see him every few weeks or months, passing through on his way to Fez,” Dowd recently said. Friedman’s large corner office has windows that are oddly small and high, leaving wide areas of wall space. He has hung a poster of a three-masted sailing ship tipping off the edge of a flat world, which he bought long before he wrote “The World Is Flat”–attracted, in part, by the title, which is “I Told You So.”
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“Honestly, I still can’t wait to get my pants on in the morning”
Why is this quote so amusing?
Maybe cause it invites wondering about what would really need to happen for Friedman to put on his pants lethargically, with a hint of melancholy. Or better yet, not put his pants on at all.
Maybe this would do it…
In case anybody was wondering what happens to all the plastic trash in the world, here’s the answer…
There is a 3.5 million ton cloud of garbage that floats around the Pacific Ocean.
It is twice the size of Texas.
Marcus Eriksen, director of research and education at the Algalita Marine Research Foundation in Long Beach, said his group has been monitoring the Garbage for 10 years.
“With the winds blowing in and the currents in the gyre going circular, it’s the perfect environment for trapping,” Eriksen said. “There’s nothing we can do about it now, except do no more harm.”
The patch has been growing, along with ocean debris worldwide, tenfold every decade since the 1950s, said Chris Parry, public education program manager with the California Coastal Commission in San Francisco.
The thing is wreaking havoc on aquatic animals:
Sea turtles mistake clear plastic bags for jellyfish. Birds swoop down and swallow indigestible shards of plastic. The petroleum-based plastics take decades to break down, and as long as they float on the ocean’s surface, they can appear as feeding grounds.
“These animals die because the plastic eventually fills their stomachs,” Chabot said. “It doesn’t pass, and they literally starve to death.”
This is pretty crazy. It makes sense that all the trash people create would add up over time, but I’m still kind of dumbfounded by how big this thing sounds.
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GMA has some visuals:
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Directed by Ludovic Houplan & Hervé de Crécy
Remind me won the 2002 MTV Europe Music Award for best music video.
The easter colors are kinda weird but the sound effects and visuals are dope:
