Friday, June 17, 2011

Various and Sundry, June 17

And now for something a bit more light-hearted.

Go the F**k to SleepYou remember I posted something about the book Go the f*@k to sleep about a month ago? Well, there's an audio recording with Samuel L. Jackson. Sadly, Audible has removed the YouTube, but you can still read about it on the Huffington Post.

The Anonymous Historian sent me the link to these fabulous Peep Dioramas from the University of Chicago. My personal favorite was the one showing the Peep parent crying as their peeplings headed off to college.

MD wanted to make sure I saw this article, headlined, This Awesome Urn Will Turn You Into A Tree When You Die:

[The Bios Urn is]a biodegradable urn made from coconut shell, compacted peat and cellulose and inside it contains the seed of a tree. Once your remains have been placed into the urn, it can be planted and then the seed germinates and begins to grow. You even have the choice to pick the type of plant you would like to become, depending on what kind of planting space you prefer.

I wish it were a little know...ugly. But still, mighty clever and a good start.

In more mundane obituaries this week, I laughed out loud while reading about Alan Haberman who helped make the bar code the standard for supermarket scanning. This required some serious diplomacy. To wit:

At one meeting, in San Francisco in the early 1970s, as Mr. Brown’s book reports, Mr. Haberman found a spectacularly good way to smooth dissent. First he organized a dinner at one of the city’s finest restaurants. Then he took everyone to a local movie theater to see “Deep Throat.”

Not long afterward, the committee voted unanimously for the I.B.M. bar code, adopted in April 1973.

And of course I have to pass along the obituary for Henry Lorimer whose "life as a monk came to an abrupt end after two years, when the novice master found fault with his polishing of the brass in the abbey. Lorimer is said to have upbraided him in turn with a large Easter candle before stuffing him into the confessional. The novice master was eventually discovered and revived, but it was suggested to Lorimer that perhaps his vocation was not for the contemplative life." Indeed.

Let us celebrate these fascinating lives with a song from Paul Simon. Thanks to Chaplain Mike at Internet Monk for bringing this to my attention.

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