Friday, April 06, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
CP's mash-up of the day
Friday, February 09, 2007
President Bush & the Gang sing the hits!
Brilliant!
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Imagine/Walk on the Wild Side Remix
Endless Love by Bush & Tony Blair
Should I Stay or Should I Go by Tony Blair
Colin Powell does Y.M.C.A. . . . kinda
And last but certainly not least, an original by John Ashcroft entitled "Let the Eagle Soar"
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Phonetrace!
*NOT SAFE FOR WORK*
HOW DOES IT WORK?
Using both GPS satellite techniques and triangulation based on phone towers.
WHO MAKES USE OF THIS TECHNOLOGY?
Cell phones are giving employers new ways to check up on employees in the field and raising fresh workplace privacy concerns as a result. Law enforcement agencies have found this technology to be the biggest breakthrough since DNA testing. Also PhoneTrace has been in huge demand by people check up on an untrustworthy spouse!
HOW MUCH IS IT ?
This web based search is 100% FREE!
http://www.phonetrace.org
Monday, January 15, 2007
Bottled water Schmottled water
After watching a Good Eats episode where Alton Brown – a fucking [food] god among men – debunks the bottled water myth (and confirming what most of us already know), the word seem to be catching on. An article published on the Times of London by food crit Giles Coren, a snip:
"Mineral water is a preposterous vanity. It is flown and shipped around the world, from France and Norway at best, from Japan and Fiji at worst. It is bottled in glass that is mostly thrown away and is stupidly heavy to freight, or in plastic which never, ever, decomposes and just goes to landfill or ends up in one of the “plastic patches” the size of Texas currently gyring in our oceans.
FULL ARTICLE:
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,1147-2542431,00.html
"Mineral water is a preposterous vanity. It is flown and shipped around the world, from France and Norway at best, from Japan and Fiji at worst. It is bottled in glass that is mostly thrown away and is stupidly heavy to freight, or in plastic which never, ever, decomposes and just goes to landfill or ends up in one of the “plastic patches” the size of Texas currently gyring in our oceans.
Food snobs and restaurant critics make a big song and dance about mineral waters they like and don’t like. New York’s Ritz-Carlton even caters to the whim of abstemious punters with a dedicated water list and sommelier.
The vanity of it! While half the world dies of thirst or puts up with water you wouldn’t piss in, or already have, we have invested years and years, and vast amounts of money, into an ingenious system which cleanses water of all the nasties that most other humans and animals have always had to put up with, and delivers it, dirt-cheap, to our homes and workplaces in pipes, which we can access at a tap.
And yet last year we bought three billion litres of bottled water. 3,000,000,000 litres! I have no idea how much that is. But it seems a lot. Especially when we were fooled into buying it because of labels that said “pure as an alpine stream”, “bottled at the foot of a Mexican volcano” or “cleansed for three million years beneath a Siberian glacier”. What morons we are.
FULL ARTICLE:
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,1147-2542431,00.html
Friday, January 12, 2007
A Greater God
by Sam Walter Foss
A boy was born 'mid little things,
Between a little world and sky-
And dreamed not of the cosmic rings
'Round which the circling planets fly.
He lived in little works and thoughts,
Where little ventures grow and plod,
And paced and plowed his little plots,
And prayed unto his little God.
But as the mighty system grew,
His faith grew faint with many scars;
The Cosmos widened in his view-
But God was lost among His stars.
Another boy in lowly days,
As he, to little things was born,
But gathered lore in woodland ways,
And from the glory of the morn.
As wider skies broke on his view,
God greatened in his growing mind;
Each year he dreamed his God anew,
And left his older God behind.
He saw the boundless scheme dilate,
In star and blossom, sky and clod;
And as the universe grew great,
He dreamed it for a greater God.
A boy was born 'mid little things,
Between a little world and sky-
And dreamed not of the cosmic rings
'Round which the circling planets fly.
He lived in little works and thoughts,
Where little ventures grow and plod,
And paced and plowed his little plots,
And prayed unto his little God.
But as the mighty system grew,
His faith grew faint with many scars;
The Cosmos widened in his view-
But God was lost among His stars.
Another boy in lowly days,
As he, to little things was born,
But gathered lore in woodland ways,
And from the glory of the morn.
As wider skies broke on his view,
God greatened in his growing mind;
Each year he dreamed his God anew,
And left his older God behind.
He saw the boundless scheme dilate,
In star and blossom, sky and clod;
And as the universe grew great,
He dreamed it for a greater God.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
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