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Flaky Fluesday Flinks, Part Deux
I think the last time I posted a link dump, I was flaking from my new tattoo. This week, I’m flaking from the tattoo’s touch-up! Much less pain for the touch-up, but the itching may drive me nuts if it doesn’t end soon. Luckily, it’s healing very quickly. Have some good reading: Tony and Hilary’s Tiny Loft Apartment – I feel like it's been forever since I read The Tiny Life blog, but what a purdy little house to come back to. Six Thoughts On The Case Of The Breast-Feeding Professor | Alas, a Blog – "The child was allowed to crawl on a floor! Shocking! She had to take…
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Weekly Linkage: Politics, Money, and Some Music
The original posting of this was horribly borked. I may be switching link-posting plugins. Warm and Fuzzy Budgeting – "You have things that matter to you. Hopes, and goals, and dreams. This is going to sound cheesy, but I think it’s true: Your budget is simply your hopes, and goals, and dreams … on paper." Maybe those tax incentives for creating new jobs should be for hiring a currently unemployed person | Prometheus 6 – What? How are you only going to hire people who already have jobs? "Members of Congress had urged the commission to explore the issue, after reading press reports of numerous instances in which employers and…
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Quasi-daily linkage
I’m Abandoning iPhone Development. Mobile Orchard To Stop Publication. – This is the kind of response I expected to see to Apple's language restrictions. I have yet to decide if I'll keep my iPhone with these increasingly draconian policies. Ommatidia › Desmolish – Gender construction. Robovie-mR2’s puppy dog eyes make it the perfect spy — Engadget – So damn cute. Watch the video. Shoebox » Chuck & Beans – Intentional misspellings. Came up in a comment at Jay Smooth's blog.
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“Surgical Strike” posted
As promised last week, I have another Transhuman Congress story up, called “Surgical Strike“: Sirpa waved a hand at the monitor. “We are adaptable.” “I can see that…” Harold said slowly with narrowed eyes. “Can I have your name?” “Not yet,” Sirpa said, moving her lips in a facsimile of a smile. Harold didn’t smile with her/us. “We aren’t human, Harold, however much you want us to pretend to be. We have no ‘humanish mannerisms’ other than what we learned when we woke five months ago. This specific physicality is not tightly bound to our existence as your body is.” I went back to my “Lina” characters this week, complete…