I’ve read a few critiques of consequentialism recently, and am starting to get pissed off. Not because I harbor an affinity for any particular brand of consequential morality, but because I believe we don’t have any other options.
What are morals, anyway?
Seriously, North Carolina? Shooting a man in the head in front of his three year old child is felony assault? Only four months in prison? This can’t be right–the article implies that military service and friendly colleagues is grounds for vastly shorter sentencing. I’d love to read the transcripts from those proceedings.
Contextual advertising just gets better and better. During the scene where the T-2000 is frozen by liquid nitrogen, breaks into pieces, and then melts back together under blast furnace heat, up pops this gem.
I just built a Chrome extension for Vodpod.com. It builds off of the high-performance API I wrote last year, and offers some pretty sweet unread-message synchronization. You’ll get desktop notifications when someone you know collects a video, in addition to a miniature version of your feed.
As it turns out, Chrome is really great to develop for. Everything just works, and it works pretty much like the standard says it should. Local storage, JSON, inter-view communication, notifications… all dead simple. Props to the Chrome/Chromium teams!
Going off on a purely hypothetical and somewhat morbid tangent…
Some people protest the behavior of public entities by protesting: for example, picketing and handing out flyers on the sidewalk in front of Urban Outfitters. Sometimes, though, I wonder about more subtle ways to damage an organization. Most people don’t realize it, but scents are extremely powerful. I’m not just talking about putrescine: Butyl isocyanide, for example, is a shockingly effective deterrent at low concentrations, and defies all attempts at containment:
My bike has been parked next to this 750cc black Ninja for a few weeks now. I think they’re moto friends.
Man, his Triple looks like an absolute blast. Maybe someday I’ll get one of those.
So Justin took my bike out for a spin with some friends from out of town—and while locked up out in the Marina, it was stolen!
I’m sad to see you go, little grey hybrid.
Hi Mom! I know you want to know what I’m up to down here in CA. This basically sums it up!
