Yes, even on Twitter:
@NewsOKPolitics glad you included that comma
— Steve Hill (@sportstoons) March 5, 2015
He’s not the only one.
Yes, even on Twitter:
@NewsOKPolitics glad you included that comma
— Steve Hill (@sportstoons) March 5, 2015
He’s not the only one.
Those of us who are comfortable having brown eyes see, for instance, Chuck Berry’s “Brown Eyed Handsome Man,” who just incidentally was a black guy, but you’re weren’t supposed to notice that may have those eyes glaze over at this news:
Apparently there’s a medical procedure that can permanently turn brown eyes blue.
Pioneered by Stroma Medical, the laser procedure works by eliminating the brown melanin that’s present in the anterior layers of the iris.
Dr Gregg Homer told CNN that the fundamental principle is that under every brown eye is a blue eye he added that there is no actual blue pigmentation in the eye.
Crystal Gayle was not available for comment.
How good are these Bulls? Yes, they started the day ten and a half games back of Atlanta, but everybody else in the East is at least ten and a half games back of Atlanta. The loss of Derrick Rose (again!) surely hurts: this man collects injuries the way Warren Buffett collects companies. Still, you have to admire a team that, according to that little squib in this morning’s Oklahoman, pulled off four wins against two losses before reaching the fifth and final game in this homestand. For something not at all connected to electoral politics in Chicago, that’s pretty damned impressive. Still, the Bulls, for the moment, are short on guards, though Aaron Brooks is no slouch, and besides there’s Pau Gasol and Joakim Noah to tower over anyone in the neighborhood. The Thunder jumped out to an early lead, which the Bulls entirely erased by the third quarter, but they couldn’t get a lead of more than one, and inside the 2:00 mark the Bulls were down only one at 100-99. Russell Westbrook (of course) drew a foul at 1:07, hit the first free throw, and when the second one didn’t fall, Enes Kanter stuffed it back in. Nikola Mirotić, who’d been firing treys all night, got his second (in nine tries) to bring the Bulls back to within one; a Westbrook jumper made it OKC 105-102. Mirotić, much more deadly at the stripe, knocked down two free throws, and with 4.9 seconds left, the Bulls got the shot of the night: a jumper by E’Twaun Moore. OKC came up empty, and Mirotić finished the job with one more free throw. Chicago 108, Oklahoma City 105, and that’s how good those Bulls are.
If your first question is “Another triple-double for Westbrook?” the answer is no. Still, in the third quarter Westbrook put up ten points in a mere 1:41, and he wound up with a better-than-respectable 43-7-8. Serge Ibaka, who had two points last night, had 25 this time; D. J. Augustin led the bench with 10. Uncharacteristically, the Thunder were seriously outrebounded, 48-41, and while they didn’t shoot badly 47 percent, one better than the Bulls their misses seemed that much more exasperating.
Chicago had three players over 20 Mirotić, off the bench, was team-high with 26, fourteen of them from the stripe (one fewer than the entire Thunder team), and both Gasol and Mike Dunleavy checked in with 21. The man of the moment, though, was Moore, whose 19 points set a new career high, not to mention the fact that it was ten times his per-game average.
One of those other teams who were ten and a half behind Atlanta, the Toronto Raptors, will be in OKC Sunday evening.
Ben Savard was photographing an octopus at Middlebury College in Vermont on Monday when the animal suddenly grabbed the camera and snapped some photos of its own.
Savard, a digital media producer, wanted to capture some photos of the octopuses the school’s neuroscience students have been studying.
“I put a GoPro in a waterproof casing, set it to take a rapid number of photos per second and, with the help of the neuroscience student behind me in the photos, placed the camera in the octopus tank,” he told MNN. “We did this a few times with different octopuses and one of the more cheeky cephalopods grabbed the camera and turned it around on me for a quick couple of pictures.”
The cephalopod in question is Octopus bimaculoides, the California two-spot octopus, renowned for its friendly temperament:
Middlebury neuroscience students have been observing to see if the species can open boxes of food more quickly after seeing other octopuses do it.
I’m guessing they’re probably fast learners.
I’ve now placed two orders with meh.com, and two things seem worth mentioning:
Well, that and the fact that the product descriptions are about 40 percent nastier than Woot’s ever were.
And the formula never failed them:
Still obsessed with Chuck Jones' coyote/roadrunner rules. Awesome to so clearly, concisely define your characters. pic.twitter.com/MRd4zguD93
— Amos Posner (@AmosPosner) March 4, 2015
Although Bill Lava’s latter-day music was arguably not quite as inspired as Carl Stalling’s or Milt Franklyn’s. Still, that’s not a script problem.
A 101-year-old New Hampshire man had breakfast on the house at a Manchester restaurant that rewards customers dining on their birthdays with a discount based on their age, reports WMUR.com.
So for example, if you’re turning five years old, the restaurant covers 5% of your bill. If you’re 85, you get 85% of your tab paid. That means that at 100, your birthday meal is free and at 101, you actually get 101% of your meal paid for or a 1% refund.
Thus, after chomping on scrambled eggs and ham and a piece of chocolate cake for free, the World War II veteran got $0.07 back from the restaurant.
Heck, scrambled eggs and ham with a piece of chocolate cake for $7 sounds like a pretty decent deal on those other 364 days.
This was not the best thing to say in the midst of swirling snow, especially when it’s said by a Professional Meteorologist:
48 hours from now, the temperature will be twice what it is now in OKC. #okwx
— Rick Smith (@ounwcm) March 4, 2015
You can imagine some of the responses. (Hint: Lord Kelvin is invoked by proxy.)
So much has been written of late about the 76ers’ alleged tanking that I have to believe that someone in Philadelphia took enough umbrage to do something about it, which is one way to explain the Sixers’ 32-17 lead with five minutes left in the first quarter, 15 of those points coming from guard Isaiah Canaan, who hit five treys in six tries. Weirder still, the Thunder had a 37-34 lead when that quarter ended, the Man in the Clear Mask that would be Russell Westbrook, recovering from surgery to his jaw having knocked out 16 points in that quarter. Philly was not impressed; they were up 59-56 at the half and opened the third with a 13-4 run. The Thunder persevered, cutting a 16-point Sixer lead to six by the end of the quarter, tying it two minutes later, and finally taking the lead, 93-90, on a D. J. Augustin trey. It was about this point that the Philly scoring machine ground to a halt: through eight minutes of the fourth they’d hit exactly one bucket, and OKC was up eight. Still the Sixers would not go away: just inside the 1:00 mark, Hollis Thompson, who hadn’t scored all night, swished a trey to pull within three, and then Jason Richardson, who’d scored plenty, knocked down another one to tie it at 110-all. With 4.3 seconds left, Philadelphia got one more shot, Dion Waiters blocked a Nerlens Noel layup, and “Who’d have foreseen this?” asked radio guy Matt Pinto.
And 1:56 into the overtime period, the Masked Man did it again: notched a triple-double, his fourth in succession and sixth for the season, delivering his tenth dime to Augustin. Serge Ibaka, who’d logged more blocks than points for the evening (four swats, two points), set up Westbrook’s 40th and 41st points; Ibaka fouled out, and Westbrook got two more. The Sixers came back: three free throws by Richardson and a Jerami Grant trey, to make it 117-116. Inevitably, this was followed by a Westbrook bucket and a free throw, giving him 46. Richardson swished two more foul shots to make it a two-point game; Grant was called for a blocking foul, and Westbrook went back to the stripe, hitting one of two. Richardson’s last trey ended up out of bounds, and yet again, Westbrook went back to the stripe, hitting both of them. The last Sixers shot would not fall, and, as one of the records guys noted, “Russell Westbrook joins Vince Carter as the only players with 45 points, 15 rebounds, 10 assists in a game over the last 30 seasons.” In fact, he had 49 points, 16 boards and ten dimes, new career highs in points and rebounds.
Still, despite the 123-118 win, there’s a Telltale Statistic waiting in the weeds: all five Thunder starters were minus for the night (even Westbrook, -12), all five reserves were plus. The bench, in fact, scored more than the starters: 62-61. Waiters, in fact, had a double-double: 20 points, 10 rebounds. Augustin finished with 17, and Anthony Morrow (+34!) checked in with 11.
And dammit, these Sixers are no slouches no matter what you read. Richardson finished with 29, Canaan logged a new career high with 31, and Philly made 15 of 35 treys. (On two-pointers, they were 19-61. Go figure.) What’s more, they managed to earn 44 free throws, hitting 35 of them, and held a 58-54 rebounding advantage. This is called hard work.
After all that, it’s off to the plane for tomorrow night at Chicago. Is anyone tired? Let’s hope not.
Addendum: Oh, and there’s this:
Russell Westbrook is now the only player in history with three straight 39-plus point triple-doubles. MJ only guy to do it twice in a row.
— Anthony Slater (@anthonyVslater) March 5, 2015
This really needs Dan Aykroyd yelling “Gaia, you ignorant slut” at Mother Nature:
Mother Nature decided to ice up the roads this morning, making me just one of what the Network TV News tells me is over 125 million in the U.S. under some kind of weather Watch or Warning. We need to grow thicker skins and start settling some other planets. The domed-over or dug-in cities with central heating, air-conditioning and air renewal are looking better and better.
And it will certainly happen off-planet before anyone gets a chance to do it on anything but the smallest of scales on this one, perhaps because the stakes are higher: survival and all. The late, unlamented Biosphere 2 might have poisoned the well for any future earthbound experiments.
One of the more interesting people on both the right side of the aisle and my left column on TweetDeck is Lisa De Pasquale, author of the novel Finding Mr. Righteous and for five years the head of the Conservative Political Action Committee. Amazingly, Jezebel snagged her for an interview, and while their angle was primarily CPAC’s lack of, um, diversity of a specific nature, they did pop a lot of good questions, one of which drew my attention because her answer ends with a universal truth:
Who is the nicest politician or personality you’ve dealt with behind the scenes? The meanest? (If you don’t want to name names, can you drop a general hint or two?)
Aside from people like Ann Coulter who I already knew, the nicest was Rush Limbaugh. Not only was he extremely nice, but very humble. He didn’t have an entourage or any backstage demands. Backstage he asked what had been the biggest news from the conference. I don’t remember what I said, but the reality was he was going to be the biggest news of the conference. That he was genuinely interested in the conference made me proud of the work my team and I had done. He also personally signed 100 or so Limbaugh Letters for our volunteers. I should mention that the man responsible for making his speech happen was the recently departed Kit Carson. He was a great man who, like Limbaugh, was always interested in other people’s opinions.
I won’t name names on the meanest, but I will say it’s never the A-listers. It’s always the B or C-list people who are demanding and impatient. They act like divas because they think that is how important people act.
This may be one of the reasons why I’m still on the D-list after all these years.
The description of Limbaugh is consistent with others I’ve seen: he saves his bombast for the airwaves. (If you didn’t know Carson, he was the “Chief of Staff” at Limbaugh’s EIB Network; he passed away in January after a four-year battle with brain cancer.) And Rush will happily tell you that he’s not really interested in other people’s opinions, which is why he has no guests on the show, but this, too, is part of the act.
Nor was this the only worthy maxim De Pasquale uttered:
CPAC has a history of allowing groups that are controversial. If you put two conservatives in a room they will fight about something, so it’s impossible to get consensus on anything.
Ain’t that the truth.
CPAC is an event for choirs and not conversions. In the last few years, it’s gained a notoriety that has made it a public spectacle, but the true purpose of the Conservative Political Action Conference is to impress the hordes of College Republicans, with their Brooks Brothers finery and their as-yet-unpickeled livers, and the elderly crowd that has been coming to these things since the first Republican presidential candidate painted his foreign policy on a cave wall not to preach to the disenfranchised independents and unmoored moderates. The candidates have all the depth of a Lego mini-figurine and the speeches are as nuanced and complex as a made-for-television marine life-motivated disaster movie. And that’s just how it’s supposed to be, especially at the start of a presidential election cycle, when potential candidates are trying to live up to impressive double standards set for them by a party that is, itself, in flux. Everyone who presented himself to the crowd amassed at National Harbor had something to prove, specifically to conservatives, whether that was that they were conservative enough, that they were thoughtful enough, that they were tough enough, or that they were capable of mounting a campaign that did more than annoy network television anchors forced to divert more than thirty seconds of their broadcast away from fawning coverage of Hillary Clinton’s breakfast choices.
How seriously you take this event, it appears, depends on a lot of things besides ideology.
Eventually, the record industry is going to shift from dropping new titles on Tuesday to shoveling them out on Friday. (Guess who’s already done that?)
I was hanging around the iTunes Store trying to snag Charlie Puth’s song “Marvin Gaye” (which you just might have seen here), when the usual Applehype™ called my attention to a new track, only just released by, um, Carly Rae Jepsen.
Yes, the “Call Me Maybe” singer. And if you thought that was an earworm, get a whiff of this:
Already purchased. I have no shame.
Update: Actual video replaces the placeholder.
Last month, we were treated to a three-quarter-rear look at the upcoming Infiniti QX30 crossover-wagon-thingie. At Geneva this week, they’re letting us see the front:
I can see why they wanted you to see the back first.
(With thanks to Cameron Aubernon at TTAC.)
Opponents of hydraulic fracturing have been blaming the process for the upsurge in earthquakes in this state in recent years, and there’s very likely something to that, though obviously more research needs to be done, if only to figure why out it’s happening so much more here than it is elsewhere: are Oklahoma oil and gas operators doing something different? Is something in the fault-line pattern contributing to these incidents? A lot of factors merit consideration, and the Oklahoma Geological Survey in general, and State Seismologist Austin Holland in particular, have been strangely silent on the matter.
In October 2013, OGS joined the U.S. Geological Survey in issuing a statement about Oklahoma’s growing earthquake risk and possible links to oil and gas industry disposal wells. A week later, Holland was “summoned” to the Oklahoma Corporation Commission for a meeting with Jack Stark then a senior vice president of exploration, now president and chief operating officer at Continental Resources and then-Commissioner Patrice Douglas. Mike Soraghan of Energy Wire [behind paywall] reports:
“Douglas and the Continental executive were ‘concerned’ about the joint statement with USGS and a story about it by EnergyWire, Holland recounted later in an email.
“At the time, Douglas was about to run for Congress. She got more campaign money from Continental executives in 2014 than anyone except Sen. James Lankford (R-Okla.) and the Republican National Committee, according to OpenSecrets.org. The $14,775 she received from Continental includes $6,575 from Hamm, who did not contribute to her Republican primary opponent, Steve Russell. Russell beat Douglas in the primary and is now a congressman.
“In the meeting, Douglas said she ‘wants to, of course, protect the safety of Oklahomans, but also balance that with industry in the state,’ according to Holland’s email.”
One meeting may mean nothing. But two?
After the OGS “cautiously” agreed with scientists about links between disposal wells and earthquakes, Holland in November 2013 was called into a meeting with University of Oklahoma President David Boren and oil executives, including Continental Resources Chairman Harold Hamm, “a leading donor to the university.” Boren also serves on Continental’s board of directors, where, in 2013, “he received $272,700 in cash and stock for his service,” Soraghan reports.
This is not to say that OGS presents a united front:
In April 2013, another OGS scientist, petroleum geologist Richard Andrews, said in a note to a family member on his agency email account that OGS shouldn’t be telling the public that the earthquakes are naturally occurring.
“Myself and a few other geologists that know of the Hunton dewatering oil operations in the affected areas and subsequent re-injection into the Arbuckle [are] the culprit,” wrote Andrews, who is now the interim director of OGS. “I am dismayed at our seismic people about this issue and believe they couldn’t track a bunny through fresh snow!”
You might want to ask the Bunny Protection League about that, Dr. Andrews.
Some of the folks I follow on Twitter were grousing earlier about sparse turnout at today’s City Council election. And they weren’t kidding: at 5:07 this afternoon I shoved the 207th ballot into the machine. A couple of thousand people live in this precinct; not all of them are of voting age, obviously, but still, that’s not all what anyone other than the winner, of course would call wonderful, especially if there had been as much dissatisfaction with the incumbent as I was led to believe. As local auto mogul Jackie Cooper used to say, “Go with the name you know,” and lots of people do. Pols depend on it.
Addendum: From the Gazette’s Ben Felder:
Ward 2 election turnout at 4,306.
— Ben Felder (@benfelder_okg) March 4, 2015
Population of each of the city’s eight wards: around 75,000.
I own a reproduction of this vintage poster, in need of reframing:
“Paris shining,” kinda sorta. Jeanne Florentine Bourgeois made her debut at the Casino de Paris in 1895; she was just twenty and given to theatrical routines which were somewhat saucy for the times, and she appeared in both silent and sound films, the most recent being Carosello del varietà, from 1955, the year before her death.
You might infer from the posters that the Mistinguett gams were highly regarded, and so they were: in 1919, it is reported, she had them insured for half a million francs. Actual photographs are not quite so easy to stumble across, but it’s possible. First, an extravagant stage appearance:
And away from the footlights:
Le coup de foudre “Love at first sight” was the title of a 1912 short film in which she appeared opposite Charles Lorrain.