April 2005 Archives
George W. sings a medley of Imagine and Take A Walk On The Wild Side. Pretty cool. Supposedly built from short clips of his speeches, although I have some doubts. (via boingboing)
The trailer for Joss Whedon’s Serenity is out. I didn’t get to watch more than a few episodes of the TV show (Firefly) before it got canceled (Funny how having a child cuts into one’s ability to indulge in wanton violence and explosions), but the bit I did watch had some style.
Am I judging too early when I say the new Pope seems to be exactly like the old Pope?
Lance Armstrong will retire after the 2005 Tour de France. It’s not a big surprise, but it should make for an interesting Tour in 2006. Tyler Hamilton has been suspended for 2 years for blood doping, so there aren’t any Americans about to step into Lance’s place. Well, maybe George Hincapie, but I’m rooting for a yong French fellow named Voeckler.
Freefall from millions of lightyears into the subatomic structure of an oak tree . Got this link from Mendel, so you may all have seen it, but I thought it was neat.
If you love this planet, you’ll put your glass straight into the garbage, not the recycling bin. Well, this may apply to Manitoba only.
I’d heard a few years ago that recycled glass was just being ground up and used for building roads at landfills. This was confirmed by a report I heard on CBC radio this morning. In addition, it turns out that “recyling” is more expensive than simply placing the glass in the landfill and bringing in gravel for the road. Also, glass does no environmental damage in a landfill. It’s totally inert.
So why do the recycling depots accept glass in the first place? Because there is a 2 cent levy on bottled beverages, including glass, and that levy funds the recyclers. In order to receive the funding, they must recycle all the packaging that is levied. Even if it is more environmentally damaging than not recycling it.
So, if you do have glass, it’s better to throw it in the trash, and have it transported straight to the dump, rather than to to the recycling plant, through the grinder, and then to the dump. Or even better, don’t buy stuff in glass bottles. Somebody bring back Pick-A-Pop, the real recycler!
[Update: OK, after I posted this, there were quite a few comments pointing out how I was full of shit, which were largely accurate. However, the comments were tragically destroyed in a database accident (honest!), so everyone will just have to figure out for themselves why I'm wrong.]
A theatre company in San Francisco recently ran a “Write Like David Mamet” contest . I particularly like the scene between Alec, Stephen, and Billy Baldwin about whether Daniel should be allowed to be a Baldwin anymore.