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NOTICE TO USERS IN LJ LAND

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This is just a periodic reminder… I don’t mean to shout, I just want to make sure you see this:

I DO NOT GET NOTIFICATION WHEN YOU MAKE COMMENTS IN THE SYNDICATED LJ FEED FOR THIS BLOG

I want to read your comments, but if you comment on the ‘virtuallyshkng’ syndication feed I do not get the comments. I have a support request in to LJ about this, but right now, it’s not a feature, and I can’t turn those comments off. Please come to the blog via the link in the post and comment here.

Thanks!

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What can one do?

I think it’s relatively obvious that this isn’t the kind of thing that public representatives should carelessly spout off. However, what it really comes down to is this: If someone wants to start an uncontrolled fission reaction in a major US city, and the required materials are the size and weight of an overstuffed checked suitcase, what can we do to stop them?

How do you find that suitcase in New York City? Imagine this. Imagine that someone tells you that they have hidden a suitcase in New York, New York. They tell you it’s about 3 feet by 2 feet by 1 foot. Then they tell you that you have a week to find it. New York’s a pretty big and complex place.

Could you do it?

Could the NYPD do it?

What if they don’t tell you where it is? What if they just tell you it’s in a major city? Or, what if they don’t tell you at all?

What do you do when nobody finds it, and hundreds of blocks of one of the biggest cities in the world become a massive hole in the ground?

I don’t think the threat of nuking Mecca would help. Don’t think I’m suggesting that. It might even make it worse. The magnitude of the problem here is nigh on to insurmountable. I know that a lot of clever people… okay, a few clever people (at last check I had about 14 readers) read my blog. What would you suggest?

The Countdown Continues

T-60 Hours and counting… (’til I get on the first plane of the trip to Niger). Lots of packing and finding of items. Strike that, reverse it. I’m still not sure where my old pair of nylon hiking pants are. I used them in March. I’m going to have to double my efforts searching at my apartment, because they aren’t here in Mandeville.

I also couldn’t find my old point-and-shoot Nikon camera, but my father offered to let me use his Yashica FX-2 35mm SLR on the trip. I’m pretty excited about that — I once took some snzzy black-and-whites with that camera. Too bad they now cost 3x as much to develop as color, since nobody has machines to do it on-site anymore. I can’t take my digital because the battery wears out too fast, and it’s a non-standard rechargeable, so I can’t just drop in a replacement. Lesson learned for the next camera purchase I make.

Sleepy now, time for bed. I’m getting a ride back into town tomorrow with my sister, and she has to leave at 07:00.

African Dialects

(11:52:54) David B.: sdfsd sd;lfksdf poweriqtn wet03mfskl
(11:53:03) David B.: I am practicing my african dialects
— EDIT — (more added below)
(12:03:01) David B.: speakers come next
(12:03:02) Brock Tice: *sigh*
(12:03:06) Brock Tice: no kidding
(12:03:10) Brock Tice: not till fall at this point
(12:03:16) Brock Tice: I’m too poor
(12:03:19) David B.: replace those first and then we will do the head unit…..
(12:03:19) Brock Tice: need more paychecks
(12:03:27) David B.: you can beg for money in Africa…..
(12:03:33) Brock Tice: yeah that’ll go well
(12:03:40) Brock Tice: they apparently think all white people are millionaires
(12:03:47) David B.: Poor student needs speakers for car…..
(12:03:49) Brock Tice: or equivalently wealthy, if you get my drift
(12:03:56) Brock Tice: except how do you write that in french?
(12:04:03) David B.: the starving people would love it and feel sorry for you……
(12:04:45) David B.: have fun, I have to meet my mom for lunch…..
(12:04:53) Brock Tice: okay, see you later
(12:06:18) Brock Tice: btw, it’s le pauvre étudiant a besoin de l’argent pour des haut-parleurs de voiture

(David’s a fellow Ph.D. student in the lab)