I’m listening to an episode of This American Life on XM radio about people who have come close to death. The first act was about that flight recently whose front tire wouldn’t set itself for landing.
They interviewed three folks from the flight. Survivors. These people recounted their time on the plane before the crash emergency landing.
This weekend, instead of attending the Philly meetup that I organize, I’m heading up to New York City to visit with Jason and his meetup.
In case you wondered, the Philly meetup is still on, even though I won’t be there, I’m sure some people will show. Check the RSVP list. Don’t forget that the Philly Weblogger (non-WordPress) folks show up right afterward, so be sure to have a beer and wait around.
Greetings, email users! Even if you are not a regular user of Google’s Gmail service, would you please take a minute to visit their feature suggestion page and write in their “I have a better idea” box the following four letters:
IMAP would let us use our regular desktop email clients to get messages from our Gmail accounts.
This is a photo from when Asy was on Slashdot
There are these creatures that live under my porch, and up until yesterday, they were quite friendly with me.
When I first noticed them, I thought that someone had dropped a sack of potatoes near the walkway to the front door. They were each about the size of a potato, with brown mottled skin, not unlike the textrue of a potato. They had very small eyes that were entirely pupil sunk into their noseless faces. Each had a pair of twig-like legs and arms, and some of them carried twigs sharpened into potato-people-sized spears. They seemed altogether shocked when I happened upon them.