July 12, 2025
Hundreds of Robots Move a Shanghai City Block
Timelapse footage of 432 "crawler robots" moving an entire city block of historic houses at the rate of 33 feet a day.
The buildings were temporarily shifted so that an underground mall could be built, and then moved back on top.
As I've remarked here regularly over the years, "They do things differently in China."
July 12, 2025 at 04:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Human
As opposed to what?
I happened on Wikidata and took a flutter on my name: up came the page above.
For lulz I clicked on my name and that took me to this:
Try it, you never know....
July 12, 2025 at 12:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Reflective Umbrella
What took so long?
From the website:
Stay dry and visible.
By day this is a classic dark grey umbrella.
By night the super reflective hi-vis material will help you be seen, get noticed, and stay safe.
And of course keep you dry whatever the weather.
Features and Details:
• Telescopic umbrella design collapses for convenience
• Carbon fiber struts defy wind
• Super-tough material
• 40" diameter open
• Lightweight
July 12, 2025 at 08:01 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)
July 11, 2025
São Paulo 1943 — 'The fastest growing city in the world'
82 years ago.
1940 population: 1,326,261.
Current population: 22,806,700.
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'Who's on First?' — 'Best comedy sketch of the 20th century'
Abbott and Costello perform their classic "Who's on first?" baseball sketch in their 1945 film "The Naughty Nineties." It was originally part of their stage act.
Radio version here.
July 11, 2025 at 12:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Monopoly — World Edition
It came out in 2008 but news travels slowly to Podunkville.
22 cities are featured in the global edition.
Detailed back story here.
$50.
July 11, 2025 at 08:01 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)
July 10, 2025
'I wish I could read like a girl' — Michelle Slatalla
Her New York Times Styles section column was always entertaining.
The one below, way above and beyond the usual "trials and tribulations of a San Francisco Bay area mom of three girls" subject matter, instead reflected on how it came to be that she somehow, in the transition from girl to adult, lost the ability to be completely transported by a book to the point where nothing else really mattered.
The Times piece follows.
I Wish I Could Read Like a Girl
For weeks now, I have been watching my children endure life in the fishbowl of the holiday season. On hiatus from school, they swim patient laps around one another in the cramped space of a family.
I don't envy this. I know from personal experience that the last thing you want, in that awkward decade when you are trying to figure out who you are and where you are headed, is the pressure of being under the constant observation of cranky grown-ups who wonder why you aren’t unloading the dishwasher for them more often.
My daughters cope with having to live around me in much the same way that I remember dealing with my mother. They sleep in. They stay up very late. They put gasoline in the car just often enough to neutralize criticism.
Watching these delicate negotiations makes me glad to be past that stage of life. Most of the time. But there is one thing I notice my daughters doing when they hang around the house that makes me ache, with a terrible yearning, to be young again. They read.
Or more precisely, they read like I did when I was a girl. They drape themselves across chairs and sofas and beds — any available horizontal surface will do, in a pinch — and they allow a novel to carry them so effortlessly from one place to another that for a time they truly don’t care about anything else.
I miss the days when I felt that way, curled up in a corner and able to get lost in pretty much any plot. I loved stories indiscriminately, because each revealed the world in a way I had never considered before. The effect was so profound that I can still remember vividly the experiences of reading "Little Women" (in my bedroom, by flashlight) and "Mrs. 'Arris Goes to Paris" (in a Reader's Digest condensed version at my grandmother's) and "The Diamond in the Window" (sitting cross-legged on the linoleum amid the stacks at the public library). And a thousand others. After each, I would emerge a changed person.
This has nothing to do with the way I "read" these days, with piles of books sitting forlornly on the night table, skimmed and dog-eared and dusty as they wait listlessly for me to feel a compelling urge to return to them, to finish "Beginner’s Greek" or "The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo"or even, God help me, "Midnight's Children."
That I can be sitting here now in another room two floors away from those half-digested stories and be engaged, without longing for them, in an entirely different activity is not something I would have believed possible when I was young.
I am not sure when or exactly how I started merely reading books instead of living in them. I could make the usual excuses about how I no longer have the luxury of time to give in to my imagination; when I sit down with a book, I feel the pressure — of unfinished work, unfolded laundry, unpaid bills. But I suppose the true reason is sadder. It's an inevitable byproduct of growing up that I formed too many opinions of my own to be able to give in wholeheartedly to the prospect of living inside someone else's universe.
Unfortunately there is only a narrow window of time, after one learns to read but before one gets old enough to read critically, to fully appreciate the sweet sadness of "Mick Harte Was Here" or the orphan's longing in "Taash and the Jesters" — I read that one eight times the summer I was 10 — or the trapped restlessness of being the teenaged "Mr. and Mrs. Bo Jo Jones."
Among my three daughters, whose ages are 19, 17 and 11, I see signs of an inevitable progression toward being skeptical readers.
I fear Zoe, the oldest, has completely lost the childhood gift of being able to suspend disbelief. Last week, in an attempt to delay the transition, I dug out for her one of my favorite frothy romances — an Elinor Lipman novel called "The Inn at Lake Devine."
But results of that experiment were mixed.
"How was it?" I asked a few days later.
"I couldn’t stop reading it," she said, before adding, with regret, "but I knew from the beginning how it would turn out."
Ella, my middle daughter, has been taught in high school to be an analytical reader. I have mixed feelings about this: good preparation for taking standardized tests, but bad for someone who is trying to revel without reservation in the absurd plot twists of "The Time Traveler’s Wife." It took me hours to persuade her it was O.K. to turn her back on everything she had learned in science class about the time-space continuum.
Clementine, who is 11, is the luckiest. She's still young, so she was able to leave the rest of us behind for whole days this year when she was off somewhere else, inhabiting the world of a sign-language-knowing chimp in "Hurt Go Happy."
Currently, she totes around the house one or another of the doorstopper-heavy volumes in Stephanie Meyer's vampire-loves-mortal-girl series. She comes to the dinner table wearing the hollow-eyed, devotional expression of someone who has just glimpsed something wonderful in a distant land.
Although there is much about the vampire books to make an adult reader roll her eyes — Edward is too controlling and Bella has the sort of low self-esteem mothers hope will never plague their own daughters — I understand the appeal. At Clementine's age, I too would have been able to smell Edward and feel the delicious iciness of his breath on the back of my neck. And at several hundred pages apiece, the series of four easily would have carried me through winter break.
July 10, 2025 at 04:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
The World's Fresh Water by Country
[via Visual Capitalist]
July 10, 2025 at 12:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)
Pinsqueaks Push Pins
From the website:
Honey I shrunk the pins!
These mini versions of push pins are small but not pinsignificant.
Fun tip: You can paint them different colors. I did white!
Pin Size: Approx 16mm x 5mm x 5mm
Included: 5-pack of push pins
Material: Stainless steel
$8.
July 10, 2025 at 08:01 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)
July 9, 2025
And you thought your first day back was tough...
[via Milena]
July 9, 2025 at 04:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)
'A Duty of Care' — Gerald Seymour
Just published this year, the latest novel by my favorite writer in the world — hey, it's not just me: he's "The best thriller writer in the world" according to the Daily Telegraph.
This is his forty-first, and to my delight it's as good as anything he's ever done.
Seymour's first novel, "Harry's Game," published in 1975 — 50 years ago! — was named by the Times of London one of "The 100 Best Crime Novels and Thrillers since 1945."
You could look it up.
What's remarkable to me is that at age 83 he continues to create compelling narratives, which wasn't the case with John le Carré who in his eighties still produced highly enjoyable novels, though not at the impossibly rarified levels of excellence of those in his prime.
July 9, 2025 at 12:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Autobahn No Speed Limit Sign
From websites:
If you've been fortunate enough to drive on the Autobahn you'll smile when you see this sign.
It tells drivers pedal to the metal, go as fast as you dare.
We can only dream of such freedom here in the States.
Hang it in your garage in front of your car, sit in the driver's seat, and take a little fantasy ride.
12" diameter.
July 9, 2025 at 08:01 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)
July 8, 2025
Over nine feet of passwords!
Long story short: decades ago I, like everyone else, started writing down my passwords as the number of websites requiring them exploded.
Most people have long since switched to password managers and their ilk: not Luddite moi.
I just kept adding page after page after page to my handwritten, many times corrected/modified/revised/updated list, to the point that I have every.single.password. I've ever used written down on an over nine-foot-long scroll of taped-together yellow legal pad pages, as any fool can plainly see in the videos above and below.
Works great.
Less filling, too.
heh
July 8, 2025 at 04:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)
Advertising, Bangkok style — 'Tangles? Switch to Rejoice Conditioners'
From Oddee: "Tangled phone lines are a common sight on the streets of Bangkok, so Procter & Gamble decided to take advantage of how they resemble long strands of tangled hair. To promote P&G's line of Rejoice conditioners, a large green comb was placed on the telephone lines, reading: 'Tangles? Switch to Rejoice Conditioners.'"
[via Alistair Why]
July 8, 2025 at 12:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Knife Blade Guards
I wonder how many ER visits happen because someone put their hand in a drawer and cut themselves on an exposed knife blade.
I bet hundreds, maybe thousands every year.
From websites:
With our blade guards you can safely store knives in a drawer.
They will protect your fingers when you're rummaging for an item.
Ideal if you don't have enough wall space or prefer not to use a magnetic knife strip with exposed blades.
These guards slide on easily and protect both the blades and your fingers.
Four-pack for 10" Slicer, 8" Chef's, 6" Utility, and 4" Parer includes guards measuring 10½, 8½, 6¾, and 4¾ inches long.
Features and Details:
• Durable translucent black VC enables you to see protected knives
• Perfect for drawer storage or on-the-go chefs
• Blade entry notch, soft felt lining
• Made in Thailand
July 8, 2025 at 08:01 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)