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Researchers Say They Achieved Nuclear Fusion in Tabletop Experiment By THE ASSOCIATED PRESS April 27, 2005What did I tell you people who didn't sign up for an NYT account? Bet you're doin' it right now!
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Two traveling penguins from Seaworld in San Diego went through regular airport screening at Denver International Airport recently. Here, Pat and Penny are removed from their carry-on case so they can walk through the metal detector. (Pat is the good looking one)I'm not sure I feel any safer, somehow.
Saturday, April 23
Pain and pleasure By Charlotte Haigh, Metro 20 April 2005 It's the oldest excuse in the book for escaping your partner's attentions. But next time you trot out the headache line when you're feeling tired or just not in the mood, spare a thought for sufferers of sexual headaches - corkers that come on around the point of orgasm. They're thought to strike about one in 100 of us at some point in our lives - and, although the cliche goes that it's women who are more likely to use the headache excuse, when it comes to the genuine article, three times more men are affected. There are other differences, too. 'For unknown reasons, headaches tend to occur during male, but not female, orgasm and female, but not male, masturbation,' says GP Dr Mark Atkinson. They usually start in your 20s and tend to come in bouts of a few weeks. Most people will only ever experience one bout but some unfortunates will be plagued by repeated episodes. Sex can cause three different types of headache, according to the International Headache Society: Type 1 is a dull ache in the neck and head that intensifies as sexual excitement increases. 'It's probably due to the muscles of the neck contracting excessively during arousal,' says Atkinson. Type 2 is a sudden, explosive headache at the point of orgasm. 'This headache is down to the contraction of some of the small blood vessels in the brain, similar to migraine, and in fact half the people with this type of headache are also migraine sufferers,' says Atkinson. 'It can last anything from a few minutes to a few hours.' Type 3 develops after orgasm and is known as a postural headache - it's thought this type may be linked to low volumes of spinal fluid from having sex in certain positions.Uh, yeah, I think I'd be a wee bit concerned. full article here
Friday, April 22
THERE'S AN E-MAIL bumping around cyberspace that, because gas prices are approaching $3 per gallon, tries to put things in perspective on your next trip to the pump. In an effort to soothe your angst, the missive points out that Lipton Iced Tea costs $9.52 per gallon, and Gatorade costs $10.17 per gallon. Diet Snapple? $10.32 per gallon. Great. But what exactly does this have to do with filling a gas tank? I don't fill my tank with iced tea. Or Gatorade. I don't even fill it with Diet Snapple though I have noticed my car might be developing a Buddha belly. So, hey, you. The guy who started forwarding this stupid mass e-mail. These are items we DRINK. They do not make cars run, they make bodies run. What you should do is talk about the ludicrous prices of making bodies run, because that's what we're going to have to do because it costs too much to drive. See, last weekend, on a trip to the wine country, I witnessed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich being sold for $6.50. I repeat, SIX DOLLARS AND FIFTY CENTS. The deli was not hand-crunching the peanuts. The deli was not growing the berries for the jelly from scratch. I don't even think the ingredients were organic, because believe me, in a place like this they would have said they were, if only to justify the absurd cost of the childhood staple. The straight-faced moxie of the deli selling the $6.50 PB&J had me slack-jawed. So I returned to work and regaled my colleagues with the horror I had witnessed. I even put it in perspective. A kid who wanted to eat that deli's peanut butter and jelly sandwich at school every lunchtime would spend $32.50 a week. That's some cash cow for the school bully. My colleagues were not impressed. One even quoted David Brent from the BBC's "The Office" by saying in a British accent, "Been there. Done that. BOUGHT THE T-SHIRT." Why? Because she'd seen a plain old grilled cheese sandwich, sans any religious icons (Shameless plug: Please read extremely interesting story about grilled cheese sandwiches and capitalism elsewhere in this section by yours truly), for a price of $7. But that wasn't even the worst of it. The topper was my pal in the photo department who went to brunch in San Francisco's Mission District last weekend. Her retinas were nearly seared by the sight of a bowl of Corn Flakes on the menu for $7.50. No fruit. Just naked Corn Flakes. SEVEN DOLLARS AND FIFTY CENTS. What is the deal? Gas is one thing. Wars, other people having more oil than we do, too many people driving gas-sucking, battle-ready vehicles only to visit a Bed Bath & Beyond — things such as that tend to drive the price of gas up. But peanut butter? The natural kind has oil on the top that's impossible to ever fully blend into the crushed peanuts, but not the kind of oil that's going to make a car run. And Corn Flakes? Is there gold in them thar boxes? If a bowl costs $7.50, that makes the price of an 11-ounce boxequal to $135. That's perspective. To think people complain about the price of beer at a baseball game. If the Oakland A's want to fund a sexy new ballpark on the water's edge like the black and orange across the Bay, maybe Corn Flakes at the concession stand are the answer. Geez, just thinking about that bowl of Corn Flakes is making me so angry that I want to get in my car and drive it through a plate glass window. But I can't afford to waste the gas, and I'm pretty sure that even though I'm writing about it, my employer wouldn't allow me to expense the fuel. But I digress. Of course, the real kicker is that we're talking about relatively healthy food here. Sure, there's some fat going on in that peanut butter and cheese, but eaten in moderation, it's just fine. At least it's real food, not some super-processed patty of beef that came from 170 different cows. And that, of course, brings me to my next point. A family of four ordering off the "Dollar Menu" (aka: Trans-Fat Menu) at McDonald's can be fully sated for the price of a bowl of naked Corn Flakes. And we wonder why America is getting fat? I'm not breaking news here, but America is getting fat because America can't afford to be thin. But wait. Maybe America can. Using incredibly convoluted thinking, I have suddenly rationalized all of this insanity. The price of gas will get America out of its cars, get it moving, get it more exercise. Therefore America can calorically AFFORD to eat off the dollar menu. It's a win-win! Wait. I forgot about the $7.50 bowl of Corn Flakes. It doesn't fit anywhere in that rationalization. Oy. Pass the Pepto-Bismol. I hear it's $123.30 per gallon. You can e-mail Candace Murphy at firstname.lastname@example.org or call (925) 416-4814.http://insidebayarea.com/bayarealiving/ci_2666766
Wednesday, April 20
Results Relative to the normal weight category (BMI 18.5 to <25), src="http://jama.ama-assn.org/math/ge.gif" alt="≥" border="0">30) was associated with 111 909 excess deaths (95% confidence interval [CI], 53 754-170 064) and underweight with 33 746 excess deaths (95% CI, 15 726-51 766). Overweight was not associated with excess mortality (–86 094 deaths; 95% CI, –161 223 to –10 966). The relative risks of mortality associated with obesity were lower . . . .Conclusions Underweight and obesity, particularly higher levels of obesity, were associated with increased mortality relative to the normal weight category. The impact of obesity on mortality may have decreased over time, perhaps because of improvements in public health and medical care. These findings are consistent with the increases in life expectancy in the United States and the declining mortality rates from ischemic heart disease.
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Jeremy Jaynes, 30, was sentenced to a nine-year prison term for violating anti-Spam laws by sending out millions of unsolicited e-mails using fake addresses. Judge Thomas Horne said that because the law targeting bulk e-mail distribution is new and raises constitutional questions, it was appropriate to defer the prison time until appeals courts rule. "I do not believe a person should go to prison for a law that is invalid,'' Horne said. "There are substantial legal issues that need to be brought before the appellate court."Now if they could just get the people sending crap to me, I'd be happy. I read somewhere that 80% of all spam is sent by 3 people.
Monday, April 11
By MIREYA NAVARRO Published: April 10, 2005 MALIBU, Calif. AFTER making a fortune with his skateboard company, World Industries, Steve Rocco could have lived anywhere he wanted. He chose Paradise Cove, a woodsy neighborhood on a cliff overlooking the Pacific, where he bought a home for nearly half a million dollars and then spent more than $1 million replacing it with a Craftsman-style cottage. But Mr. Rocco's place is not exactly on millionaire's row. Paradise Cove is a mobile home park.
I mean, the photo alone is worth the time it takes to sign in and all. And while you're there, check out this review of Fever Pitch, which says it all for me: To begin with, "Fever Pitch" is a memoir, not a novel. It's about Mr. Hornby's obsession with soccer, and in particular with the London team Arsenal, virtually every match of which Mr. Hornby has attended since 1968. His version of fandom is not so much a pastime as an affliction, along the lines of an obsessive-compulsive disorder. Team loyalty, he writes, "was not a moral choice like bravery or kindness; it was more like a wart or a hump, something you were stuck with." The book, which is divided into short sections labeled with game dates, has no overt plotline and simply follows the ups and downs - downs mostly - of Arsenal's fortunes and Mr. Hornby's psychic well-being, which turn out to be much the same thing. When the producers Amanda Posey (who, as it happens, was a producer of the first "Fever Pitch") and Alan Greenspan (who also was a producer of "High Fidelity") decided to try again, they approached the screenwriting team of Lowell Ganz and Babaloo Mandel, writers of, among other movies, "City Slickers" and "A League of Their Own."Anyway, of course the film sucks and Nick Hornby will probably never have another novel made into an American film. But what do you expect when Alan Greenspan is your producer?
"They didn't say it couldn't be about soccer," Mr. Ganz said in a recent telephone interview. "They just said Americanize it."Americanize to Mr. Ganz and Mr. Mandel meant turning it into a romantic comedy - a kind of love triangle in which the male character has to choose between his girl and his obsession - and they then set about finding something for the male character to obsess about. They didn't immediately rule out soccer, Mr. Ganz said, and for a while they also considered football - American football.
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Terri Schiavo Dies Of Embarrassment PINELLAS PARK, FL—Terri Schiavo, the shy woman whose self-image issues put her in a 15-year coma, died of embarrassment Thursday, the eyes of the entire world fixed upon her. "Terri, who had been extremely reserved before her debilitation, found herself trapped at the center of an epic legal battle that became the focus of the nation," said Dr. Kyle Williamson, who treated Schiavo several years ago. "The involvement of President Bush, Congress, and numerous church officials further complicated what might have been a simple right-to-die case, and made Terri's weight issues and family difficulties public knowledge. She finally succumbed to the embarrassment last week, at age 41." Specifics of Schiavo's dying breath and photos of the woman in her self-conscious 20s have been appearing in newspapers worldwide since her death.
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Here are some suggestions for concerned gentlemen prepared to put their money where their morals are: # Sign up for a backyard castration or circumcision. Advocating a return to a system that drives pregnant teenagers to coathangers would carry far more weight if male petitioners had a little personal experience. No doubt there'd be plenty of women prepared to help out with this valuable, empathy-inducing exercise. # Make male masturbation punishable by law. If a four-celled zygote is an independent being and potential life worth protecting, surely so are all those spermatozoa brutally murdered by tissue wads and shower jets. # Pull back on the publicity photographs of aborted fetuses. Pro-lifers love displaying unhappy snaps of the consequences of terminations, but it's time to balance this with some educational shots of the consequences of giving birth to unwanted kiddies. Misery, poverty, domestic violence, crime and so on. A nice big billboard of a woman haemorrhaging in an alley after a dodgy termination would also provide some vital balance in this arena. # Experience up-the-duff-ness. Once again, the argument that all women should carry all pregnancies to term would be far more persuasive if male pro-lifers showed they were prepared to go through a similar ordeal. Medical technology has yet to catch up with Junior (the film in which Arnold Schwarzenegger stars as a pregnant man), but plenty of techniques are available to replicate the exhaustion, nausea, frequent need to urinate, constipation, dizziness, varicose veins, haemorrhoids, leg cramps, nosebleeds, bleeding gums, stretch marks, shortness of breath, itchy palms, swollen hands, heartburn and tender breasts associated with a normal pregnancy. Strapping 35 cans of VB to a man's midriff could replicate the average 13kg weight gain, while I understand childbirth can be simulated simply by combining a rectum and a watermelon. # Raise the sprogs. Now here's an exciting part of the pregnancy experience that concerned blokes can take on for real. Becoming the primary caregiver of children is an exhausting, expensive and thankless task (particularly if one's charges are going to include youngsters who would have been aborted due to grave health problems). But the men of the religious Right are such a caring and unhypocritical bunch. Surely they wouldn't refuse such an excellent opportunity to share the burden. In the meantime, perhaps the nation's male anti-abortion activists could track down some sex education that doesn't rely on abstinence-only principles. That way they'll make the startling discovery that the high jinks that lead to unwanted pregnancies require two people, and only one of them is a woman.