The Humanure Handbook by Joe Jenkins is a useful guide for a low-tech, sanitary, low-odor composting toilet option that is safe if correctly maintained.
The Humanure Handbook by Joe Jenkins is a useful guide for a low-tech, sanitary, low-odor composting toilet option that is safe if correctly maintained.
Seem to recall Blood Music had a pretty ok outcome. Though maybe it was overly optimistic.
Tiger got to hunt
Bird got to fly
Man got to ask himself “why, why, why”
Tiger got to sleep
Bird got to land
Man got to tell himself he understand
I often wonder about all these little coffee shops around here (Appalachian Kentucky). Almost all of them seem to have a religious bend. They inscribe bible verses around your cup like some kind of incantation. Would bet it’s store policy and not just them wanting to inject gospel into your day. Is coffee even mentioned in the Bible?
There’s also an interesting Greg Bear novel called Blood Music about computational cells that take over. Worth a read/listen.
If you haven’t already you may wish to read The Humanure Handbook by Joe Jenkins. It outlines a practical diy composting toilet system that is low-odor and sanitary when maintained properly.
In Appalachia, it was unlikely to not know someone on a vent or dead from Covid, yet…
Synth voice: “Be careful…Rainbow zone…”
I’ll see her standing by the monorail
She’ll look the same except for bionic eyes
She lost the real ones in the robot wars
I’ll say I’m sorry, she’ll say it’s not your fault
Or is it?
And she eyes me suspiciously
Hearing the whir of the servos inside
Go blank at the podium? Why not just randomly quote The Who?
My reaction on seeing this was to wonder about the Wendy’s Nasty Patty ™.
“For the love of God, Montresor!”
Seriously. I spent 2 days in the hospital last week with bilateral pulmonary embolisms after having COVID the middle of last month. I was NOT otherwise at risk for clots. A terrible surprise that I’ll no doubt be recovering from for some time. I’m on a blood thinner for 6 months.
Yeah. Feel this is a slippery slope. First it’s supposedly luxury extras like heated seats and remote starts. Next something more critical when folks are habituated to the practice? Enpoopification all around.
The dude that lost it at the Hindenburg disaster was likewise fired.
I was there. Mid-70’s southern Florida. The most batshit crazy fundies making my life an utter misery for around 4 years. Surely they don’t still exist.
Only know about chicken fish from Tom Waits and John Lurie.
Are you me?
There’s that possibly apocryphal story in The Fly reboot with Jeff Goldblum about how Einstein had like seven identical sets of clothes so he didn’t have to waste effort on deciding what to wear.