Does anyone find any irony in target using ‘beautiful world’ as a jingle? the whole song:-

it’s a beautiful world we live in
a sweet romantic place
beautiful people everywhere
the way they show they care
makes me want to say
it’s a beautiful world
for you
it’s a wonderful time to be here
it’s nice to be alive
wonderful people everywhere
the way they comb their hair
makes me want to say
it’s a wonderful place
for you
hey
tell me what i say
boy ‘n’ girl with the new clothes on
you can shake it to me all night long
hey hey
it’s not for me

I want LJ to keep a cookie on me, to remember just where I left off reading.

maybe special marker on my friend’s page? then I can read from there, chronologically forward, instead of catching news backwards through time…

For all of you who want to see Christopher Walken Dance, but don’t have MTV…
http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/utils/playmedia.jhtml?vid=10885

For realplayer.

Woo. Feeling the posture in my back today…. different to compute with no support… I’m going to have to get a lumbar pillow, or bunch up the blankets. I want to Dance like him…a fun place to do it!! I feel peppy just watching it. Groovy song, too…killer baseline

Newt’s very fond of the laptop box… it’s his new honeycomb hideout, to pop out of when he wants to pounce at me.

choppy, fragmented writing today. Took a walk this morning from about 10-11 am… forgot that I have to get groceries, so back out I go, soon. Also must do some cleanup, relax some…. having fun playing with Newtie.

Behind on reading my LJ buddies, but that’ll resume tonight, or later today.

Buddy Dan is getting spring break off because he’s a teacher, and I plan on spending a day with him before he’s thrust face-first into the teaching gig again. I fear he’s becoming burnt out. Also must visit Dave and Cathi *soon*…. I’ve not seen ’em since ph. I don’t know… early March, late feb, Maybe mid feb?

Laundry day, and after laundry… maybe *i hope i hope* laptop day. I really have put off getting one for far too long.

Lone Gunmen keen last night… I didn’t even mind the 2 ‘intruder’ characters.

Well, laundry and chores won’t do themselves…. be back in a bit.

Holy moley!! My Hippie Buddies are preggers!! Dave & Cathi are at least 3 weeks late for her period… She just took her 2nd test, and it lokos like the seed took hold!

That’s very cool. They’re going to make great parents, good guides, and make a life that’s worthwhile in this world… I know it.

*does the happy Scotto dance. I’m going to get all the details shortly, probably take ’em out to a late supper & a movie in the near future.

Yay! Happy Parents, and good parent-types. ๐Ÿ™‚

dave & cathi

Taken last earth-day… awwww!!

from straight dope. – edited for size

How loud does something have to be to kill someone? I heard once on BattleBots that it took 150 decibels to stop the human heart. Is this true? If so, I’m afraid, since I work in a VERY loud job environment (I assemble 747 engines). So is there a fatal decibel level? And if so, is it really 150 decibels? Please tell me. I’m scared.

Nick, just a hint–next time you broach this topic with a scientist over lunch, don’t let it slip that you got your information from BattleBots. A 150-decibel noise isn’t loud enough to kill you, and even if it were, the immediate cause of death in most cases wouldn’t be direct trauma to the heart. But the TV show was right in the big-picture sense: if a noise were loud enough, you’d die.

What we’re talking about here is high-energy-impulse noise, also known as blast overpressure or air blast, which is “the sharp instantaneous rise in ambient atmospheric pressure resulting from explosive detonation or firing of weapons” (N.M. Elsayed, “Toxicology of Blast Overpressure,” Toxicology, 1997). What, you say this isn’t noise in the usual sense? Nonsense. It’s no different from a thunderclap or a sonic boom. It’s true you might not hear a truly titanic air blast, but that’s because your eardrums would shatter, and worst case you’d be dead.

The lethal effects of air blast first became evident during World War I, when soldiers were found dead in the vicinity of an explosion despite having no external injuries. There was plenty of internal damage, though, particularly to hollow organs such as the ear, lung, and gastrointestinal tract. Partly for that reason the exact cause of death due to air blast was debated for many years. The prevailing theory at the moment is air embolism originating in the lungs. The blast’s immense pressure on the chest ruptures delicate lung tissue, admitting air bubbles into the arteries that travel to the heart, brain, and other organs and cause sudden death.

How loud does a noise have to be to kill? Let’s see. The threshold of ear pain is around 130 to 140 decibels, roughly equivalent to a jet engine at a range in the tens of meters. Eardrum rupture occurs around 160 decibels (conventional sound) to 185 decibels (nonperiodic blast pressure). Lung rupture and presumably embolism due to air blast occur at 200 decibels. German physicist Jรผrgen Altmann, who has written about the physiological effects of high-intensity sound (see www.einaudi.cornell.edu/PeaceProgram/acousticweapons.pdf) tells me the threshold for suffocation or embolism following lung rupture is 2.6 to 11 times atmospheric pressure, depending on pulse duration. The point is, instant death requires a noise that’s pretty damn loud.

That’s not to say lesser noises are harmless. The medical literature is full of reports of people with medical conditions who heard a loud noise and then, say, suffered a seizure and died. Some say (relatively) low-level noise can be bad for you even if you’re (relatively) healthy. The subject remains controversial. One infamous study claimed that jet noise boosted the death rate among people living near Los Angeles International Airport. But the effect disappeared when other scientists reviewed the data, and chances are it’s a crock.

Another possible use of nonfatal doses of noise is “acoustic weapons,” now under secret development by the military. Supposedly, acoustic weapons will use infrasonic sound or some such to incapacitate rather than kill an enemy, turning him into a bleeding, puking mess. Or maybe they’ll kill him, using baseball-sized “acoustic bullets.” Despite persistent reports in the press and much hand-wringing about the dire import of this new technology by human-rights groups, no one has actually seen a practical demonstration of such a weapon, and very little has appeared in the scientific journals. Then again, I suppose very little had appeared in the scientific journals about the Manhattan Project before they crisped Hiroshima. All I’m saying is, while there’s no question the military is putting some serious money into acoustic weapons research, a lot of people are pretty skeptical. But if something does come of it, we’re ready. The U.S. military already has experience serenading the likes of Manuel Noriega with ear-shattering rock ‘n’ roll, and if that fails, there’s always gangsta rap.

poem – robert burns


Hey, The Dusty Miller

1788

Hey, the dusty Miller,
And his dusty coat,
He will win a shilling,
Or he spend a groat:
Dusty was the coat,
Dusty was the colour,
Dusty was the kiss
That I gat frae the Miller.

Hey, the dusty Miller,
And his dusty sack;
Leeze me on the calling
Fills the dusty peck:
Fills the dusty peck,
Brings the dusty siller;
I wad gie my coatie
For the dusty Miller.


from http://www.robertburns.org/works/213.html

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