At the risk of being pelted with apple pies, I’ll just come right out and say it: I’m not really into the Olympics. As someone who has dedicated a lot of time to sports—a lifetime cumulative I’d find embarrassing and depressing, I’m certain—the Olympics was never really very compelling for me.
The situation is nothing to rival the coffee crisis of 2009 or the interoffice email crisis . We lost many good Cubites in the conflicts that ended with the dismantling of the Great Foam Wall. The site of our latest office scandal hangs over an olive-colored bog wading through the aisles of a once great, now crumbling foam city.
Some American consumers seem to believe that a “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy with regard to the production of our food is the only thing that keeps Americans eating pre-packaged and processed foods—that if we were exposed to the real processes by which our food made it to the shelf, we’d all fork over the extra dollars and spend the extra hours required to cook fresh produce and free range meat.
We’ve all heard enough talk about Toyota’s recalls and quality control troubles of late, and I’ll do my best to not repeat what’s already been said about the company. Frankly, I’ve grown tired of it, and I’m sure some of you have as well.
“Oh, What a Feeling: Watching Toyota Flunk for Once” When I first read the headline a few days ago on NYTimes.com, I assumed the feature would be thinly veiled tongue-in-cheek commentary about the recent debacle with Toyota’s massive recalls. In my mind, the prospect of anyone taking satisfaction in this highly terrifying safety breach is hard to believe.
Four days after President Obama announced plans to revive the United States’ nuclear power program in his State of the Union speech, we received the news that radioactive tritium, produced during the fission process, is leaking from at least 27 of the nation’s 104 nuclear plants .
Last week, while I was meandering around the web seeking interesting videos, I came across a video that I found somewhat interesting. When the narrator—who looked to be about my age and was wearing a t-shirt from my favorite band—mentioned that he lived in a nearby town, I decided immediately that we were to be best friends for life.
The Red Bull Stratos team has kept itself under wraps until today’s press conference at the New York Academy of Sciences in NYC. The ambitious project marks the first major attempt at breaking an old but daunting skydiving record, one that starts at the edge of space.
I drive one, I don’t own one — the only vehicle with my name on the plates (2LGT2QT) is a ’98 Dodge Neon that has made me its most outspoken proponent since high school. I remember the day a future cop and former friend rode beside me and called the Neon a disposable 10-year car.
It’s snowing right now in Wisconsin… big surprise. Two short weeks ago I was jacketless, touching down in Orlando, Florida, to attend the Grainger Total MRO Solutions event for customers and media. To be honest, I think I would have attended a convention where we skinned live, rabid rats, were it held in sunny, 75 degree Florida in the middle of January.
Some of you might have heard about Michael Pollan, author and "food activitst," and his book, Food Rules . First, I'm going to admit that I haven't read the book, so I'm solely going off his remarks in a recent interview, which can be found in this video . Overall, I thought he made some very interesting points, and I’d agree with many of them in terms of further examining one’s diet, making a greater effort to really think about what we’re eating and even the points he touched upon relating to getting more animals back on the farms from where so much of our food supply stems.
The current slugfest between Verizon and AT&T has made for moderate entertainment if you’re one of the few who still watch — or lack the capacity to skip — commercials. Every time I see the other Wilson brother (Luke) wobbling around with a missing head or flinging postcards, it helps remind me that competition can still work in the consumer’s favor.
During a week in which there were plenty of newsworthy stories floating around, I spent the majority of my news-reading time emotionally invested in a fight among millionaires. I don’t tend to get overly wrapped up in the lives of famous people, but for reasons that are difficult to articulate, I’m apparently completely entranced by the sight of a bunch of rich people fighting over exactly what time they should be paid millions of dollars to tell jokes on TV.
First, for those familiar with the work of Stephen King, the IT I mention here is not the terrifying Pennywise the clown, who haunted my dreams for about a week after seeing the movie IT that was based on the famous horror author’s novel. Rather, I’m talking about that equally wonderful and frustrating art of information technology — and the only time its impact ever seems to be really appreciated.
This is the time of year when I begin to obsessively check the weather. January in Wisconsin can be particularly soul-crushing, but it’s also January that’s the turning point: average temperatures typically hit their lows for the year in the late part of the month, and then it’s an incremental crawl back to air temperatures that humans can withstand without Gortex.
I’m the “boy who harnessed the Playstation.” And for what, exactly? Let me explain. A while back I learned about the accomplished life of one William Kamkwamba, an African who, at the age of 14, built a windmill from trash (yes, literally) in order to keep his starving family alive.
So, a new linguistic idiosyncrasy has sent me into dead lurch toward the First Aid kit for the family anti-anxiety elixir. It’s the abbreviated noun form of medicine — now commonly known as meds — and it’s coming soon to a too-close-for-discomfort dialog near you.
I recently watched a video on the prospected “obsolete” technology of 2010 —a compilation developed by the Huffington Post which highlighted once prosaic things that were now going the way of the dinosaur. Before I pressed PLAY, I pondered the obsolete… it stood to reason that things like analog television would make the list of the recently tapping out… or DVD in the wake of BluRay? Maybe the Snuggie was past its prime.
When I first heard about Chinese officials trying to control the weather during the Beijing Olympics, I laughed it off as a far-flung idea, loosely based on science, which would never be considered in advanced western countries. For anyone that saw the torrential downpour during the men’s beach volleyball final, it was obvious that the techniques being used by the oriental powerhouse weren’t working too well.
Don’t worry. It’s probably not your fault that you’re insane – let’s conspire to somehow pin blame on the pharmaceutical companies and overzealous doctors. Oh, I apologize, I actually started mid-rant, but I need to comment on a colleague's Christmas wish list.