I feel ancient, fat, and overly fuzzy, so naturally I just had my picture taken by an official photographer documenting the day.
Advice to Penn from an alum
Penn Band is being conducted today by the emeritus director from 1969. Which makes Adam B. Sherr, Brian Greenberg, and me his Cheesebabies.
Note to self: in my next life, befriend alumni who are a little fucking taller and easier to find.
The Penn Band just made a roomful of 50-year-alumni stand up. Twice. I’m so proud.
Seeking the Penn Band via echolocation.
Seeking the Penn Band via echolocation.
Penn Band on Locust Walk
“@Pennalumni: The class flags, ready and waiting for the Penn Alumni Weekend Parade of Classes” // actually for the Sack & Pillage of Drexel
Comfy couches.
Platt Student Performing Arts House
Jon M. Huntsman Hall
Wharton…
Easily the most ridiculous mod I’ve ever seen
Photo of the day
Number of people in this photo: zero. Via @Earth_Pics, retweeted by @rickygervais.
Brilliant campaign against child abuse
So, how do you publish a hotline phone number that kids can call for help, when they’re likely to be accompanied by their abused when they see it?
Print the poster so only children can read it.
I hope someone in the US steals this.
That federalism thing is working out great
There’s too stupid to legislate, and then there’s too stupid to live.
Kentucky Senate Overwhelmingly Passes Bill Prohibiting Federal Gun Laws
Even better, it passed 34-3.
Supercell thunderstorm over Montana
Nature, you are impressive. From Astronomy Picture of the Day, original here:
Twentysomething Jeff on JATO rockets
Watching the 10th anniversary episode of Mythbusters, and in honor of that landmark I’m reposting what I had to say about the JATO rocket urban myth in The Twentysomething Guide to Creative Self-Employment, eight years pre-Mythbusters:
A story was going around the Internet a while ago about some total schmuck in Arizona who had no idea what he was getting himself into. Apparently, this Einstein decided that he wanted to drive really fast. So he somehow laid his hands on a solid-fuel Jet-Assist Takeoff (JATO) booster rocket, which he then soldered onto the underside of his Chevy. Then he found himself a really long, straight road, and set the rocket off.
Now, this guy was smart enough to smuggle military hardware. He was smart enough to attach the rocket to his car so that it didn’t blow apart the car when it went off. And he knew to do this out in Arizona, which is basically just long expanses of sand broken up by the occasional retirement community—the inhabitants of which must have been very amused to see a Chevy blow by at three hundred miles per hour.
This guy was clueless, however, on two key factors. One, the JATO rocket has no off switch. Two, Chevys aren’t supposed to go much over sixty, and their brakes and steering wheels tend to fail at ICBM cruising velocities. Which is why the guy was scraped off the side of a small hill with a putty knife.
The moral of the story? Hell, it doesn’t really need one. But if I had to say, it’s a case of classic half-assed burnout.”
I’m realizing that after a few modifications to this site, I haven’t checked to see if any of the PDF links to The Twentysomething Guide still work. So if you want to read the whole book, here it is again (8.5 megabyte PDF).
Caesars Atlantic City Hotel & Casino
Boardwalk Buffet





