Requiescat in pace, Billy Wilder.
Yes, yes, I know it's been declared "Angst-Free Day", but does anyone else feel as gloomy as this? "...the Web has lost its luster." Ah well, maybe they hadn't read about tracking balls and strikes. Admittedly it's not on the web, but still... More whimsy: Inventions in search of an innovator: Reset your alarm to an hour earlier without paging through 23 hours! MP3 players in toothbrushes! What more could one want? On the other hand, here's an innovation which I'd call awful, but then my sister is a part-time travel agent, and I once set up an accounting system for an agency myself. Alright, back to positive innovation. How about a Silence Machine?" From the same source, however, comes sobering news: you should neither laugh (it may cause asthma), nor take Prozac (it may inhibit cancer cell death). New Scientist was full of goodies this week: try their "Strange but True" column. Final bit of tech news: tracing the digital terrorist trail.
This is less annoying to me than some other ways my tax dollar is spent, but still...
Did Manhattan residents suffer PTSD post-September 11? I mean, come on!
Billy Wilder was one of my faves. I own The Apartment and love it. I can actually fall in love with Shirley Maclaine and forgive her and all of her other lives for their transgressions.....for the most part....
Posted by: hoopty at March 29, 2002 06:43 PM