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Save Friday Night Lights!

Link one:
Sign BWE.tv's Petition to Save Friday Night Lights
http://www.bestweekever.tv/category/save-friday-night-lights

Link two:
http://www.petitiononline.com/savefnl/petition.html

Link three:
http://www.savefridaynightlights.tv/

If you're not a fan, you should definitely check it out. Episodes are available, for free, online:
http://www.nbc.com/Friday_Night_Lights/video/episodes.shtml
http://www.hulu.com/friday-night-lights

Finally, if you are a fan, go buy the DVDs. The show's too good to lose.
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Nice article on the Kindle's innards

http://www.technologyreview.com/Infotech/20218/

It discusses the screen, the battery, even the OS.

Interesting quote about that:

"Amazon decided that the Kindle would run a modified version of the Linux 2.6.10 kernel. One of the modifications added support for execute in place (XIP), which allows faster and more efficient memory usage. In compliance with Linux licensing, Amazon has made the modified source code freely available."

I wonder under what circumstances it allows for said "faster and more efficient memory usage". Hmmm.
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How "Green" is your Reading Material?

Heh, nice press release:




"Carbon Footprint," "Environmentally Friendly" and "Green." Have you considered these words when it comes to your reading material?

Winnipeg, Canada, February 19, 2008 --(PR.com)-- We're encouraged to buy, use and dispose with the environment in mind. While it's easy to recognize the negative impact of excess packaging and chemical content in many of the products we purchase, it's not so easy when it comes to books, magazines and newspapers.

We do have alternatives other than paper for our reading material. Many books, newspapers and magazines are created electronically. No trees are cut to produce them. No ink is used to put the words on the page. No fossil fuel is used to run presses or trucks to move the books around the country. Heated storage facilities are not required to warehouse e-books as they remain within your computer.

March 9-15th, 2008 is Read An E-Book Week. The week is set aside to educate consumers about reading electronic books and other reading material. E-books are delivered to the end user electronically. They are read on devices such as the new Sony portable reader or Amazon's Kindle. They are destroyed with the push of a delete button, without ever taking up room in a landfill.

It takes 24 trees to produce a ton of printing paper, the type normally used for books, 12 trees are harvested for a ton of newsprint. Up to 35% of books printed for consumers (down from nearly 60% several years ago) are never read. They are used for window dressing in book stores, and eventually returned to the publisher for disposal in landfills. Given that a mature tree can produce as much oxygen in a season as 10 people inhale in a year, a serious alternative to paper books, magazines and newspapers needs to be considered. That alternative is e-books.

Before purchasing your next paper book, magazine or newspaper, consider your carbon footprint commitment. Read electronically.

Read An E-Book Week, March 9-15, 2008. For more information please visit www.domokos.com/readebookweek.html
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NYC Subway Slasher revealed!

For those of you that haven't heard, a crazy person attacked and killed a female pyschologist in her office on the UES, cutting her up with a butcher knife and then attacking two other people before fleeing.

The police released a sketch of him:
Therapist Attack

They were unable to identify him, as the killer's face didn't show up in any of the standard databases of known criminals. However, thanks to my connections, I was able to run the face through another database which quickly found a match:
bill

Oh Bill, how far you've fallen...
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Range Voting

If there's anyone who hasn't been convinced by the past-odd years worth of elections that maybe, just maybe, our system of electing presidents is sub-optimal, raise your hands. For anyone else, there's an interesting article in Salon.com here:
http://www.salon.com/books/review/2008/02/12/gaming_vote/index.html

The end result of that, though, is that it says that what seems like the best form of voting available is the same one that the Olympics and Hot or Not use - Range Voting. Read the very, very, very thorough website on it here:
http://rangevoting.org/

I haven't read enough to be confident that it's correct, but the article and site are interesting regardless.
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Black History Month

In honor of Black History Month, I thought it might be appropriate to talk about what Martin Luther King Jr. meant to all of us. Here, thoughts from my girlfriend's 5 year old daughter:

"Martin Luther King Jr was a very bad man. He didn't let other people go near the water fountains when they were thirsty. For this he was thrown in jail and shot. And this is the reason why we don't eat cake on his birthday. He is also not really a king."

A moment of silence, please, for a very bad man.
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The Game Comes to the Rescue, and Oh, What a Game It Was

Good article in the NY Time's "The Fifth Down" blog:

The Game Comes to the Rescue, and Oh, What a Game It Was
By Will Leitch

PHOENIX – Anyone reading this space over the last week probably noticed that my first trip to the Super Bowl was leaving me disillusioned. It was all so overwhelming, a celebration of everything that is wrong with the world of sports. Shameless hucksters, over-hyped “storylines,” endless gimmickry and schtick, “the fine folks at Nextel now bring you the newest hit from ‘American Idol’s’ Paula Abdul.” The N.F.L.’s showcase event was putting the ugliest public face on its sport, a distancing and antiseptic mishmash of corporate back scratching. It was sometimes difficult to remember why we were all here in the first place.

Fortunately, the league had a trump card, the one that not even Sen. Arlen Specter could ruin: The game itself. After all the hype and sturm und drang, Super Bowl Week had no choice but to end with an actual athletic competition. And wouldn’t you know it: It was likely the most thrilling game millions of fans have ever seen.

The particulars of the game have been discussed ad infinitum elsewhere, though one hopes the otherworldly determination of the Giants pass rush is not lost in the justified eagerness to crown Eli Manning the next New York sports hero. (Honestly, Manning was so amazing in the fourth quarter that, when he was interviewed after the game, I half expected his voice to drop four octaves and for him to start swaggering like Robert Goulet. So dominating and epic was his performance that it was a mild disappointment to discover, once the helmet was off, that he was still the same guy.)

The purpose the game served for me, and I suspect for many others, was to renew my faith. It’s very easy to sit idly by and lob stinkbombs – no matter how justifiable those stinkbombs might be – while forgetting that, through it all, this is about the kinetic thrill that only sports can provide. The sense that if you look away for so much as a second, you might miss something unprecedented, unimaginable, a supernova that happens so suddenly that it surprises even those who provide it. No matter how much anyone tries to package and polish a product, that product, ultimately, must stand on its own. And boy, did that product ever stand on its own in Glendale last night. When Manning escaped (how? HOW?!) that obvious sack and then completed his wounded duck by apparently gluing it to the head of wide receiver David Tyree, I was not a social critic of sports, anguished about the loss of sports innocence and the fear that the joy the games provided us all as children had been lost. I was, for lack of a better word, a loon: I was leaping into the air, bouncing off walls, slapping hands with anyone I could find, lunging at every possible opportunity to express the raw fever. And I’m not even a Giants fan.

It was sports at its absolute best: Random, unimaginable, insane. Not even a Patriots fan could deny it, though, just for the record, I’d wait a week or so to press them on the issue.

After the euphoria faded, or at least the swelling went down, I returned to my hotel around 10 p.m. Phoenix time. I was fully expecting rabid, screaming, inebriated Giants fans hooting, hollering and generally making life difficult for the beleaguered hotel staff. Instead, I was greeted by a lobby full of G-Men, slumped in chairs, slack-jawed and staring off into space, trying to make some sense of the magic they’d witnessed. Out in the parking lot, two preteen boys, both wearing Jeremy Shockey jerseys, tossed a football back and forth. One dropped back, shuffling his feet, bobbing, waiting, broadcasting in that preteen, high-pitched way, “Manning … back to pass … sees Plaxico and throws …” His pass went bouncing harmlessly into the path of a returning limo, whose driver stopped and gave an amused wave. The boy’s friend picked up the ball, jumped into the air and yelped, “TOUCHDOWN!!!!”

Like most people here, I’d spent most of this week so sick of football that I couldn’t wait for the actual Super Bowl to come and leave already. I was foolish to think anything as peripheral as money could ruin something as pure, visceral and cleansing as sports. I don’t know about you, but September can’t get here soon enough. Let’s do this again.
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Giant victory

Strahan sacks BradyBy now, I'm sure you all know that the Giants won Superbowl 42, defeating the undefeated Patriots to shock the world. It was so unlikely that even most Giants fans didn't believe they could win. (I did - so much so that I bet on the game, first time ever in my life to do something like that. It wasn't a huge sum, but it was symbolic for me - I knew they had it in them. Simple as that.) Even after the fact, sports writers blamed the Patriots' bad play on the loss, saying they had more to do with their own loss than the Giants did. But the Giants have been underdogs most of the season, and I bet even that's ok with them - they've suffered at the hands of the media all year, and they just keep on fighting. Now, they've fought themselves into the title of world champions.

I'm happy they won. I guess so are a lot of New Yorkers. It's been 17 long years, people.

The great thing is that the Giants did it with so many rookies starting - and they have the chance, next year, to have an even better year.

I'm proud of the Giants - they played with more heart tonight, and over the past few games, than they have for years. They deserved this win, regardless of what any critics or sportswriters might say. To hell with them. You did good.