I'm not sure, but I think these past few days of backlog flush have had a ton of really good stuff, maybe even better than a day when I'm actually here. I think some of these links I wanted to read through before posting...which makes it take a real long time to write up, since I always start reading or viewing.
March 21, 2004
backlog flush #43
- Wow. Blind from the ages of 3 to 46, Mike May seeing for the first time in his life is some amazing reading, how his brain is learning how to process visual information for the first time ever.
- Halcyon Days, amazing interviews with classic game programmers....I bought this when it was a "book on floppy" but now it's available for free!
- The WW2 Art of George Rarey, assembled by his son.
- The English Learner Movie Guides...oddly compelling straightforward explanations for words and phrases that might be tough for a non-native speaker to get in various popular movies.
- I'm not sure why I backlogged RandyLand...maybe because it's such a study in how not to make a personal webpage.
- How Many Plots Are There in Literature? 36? 20? 7? 3? 1? More on the 36, and some other Frequently Asked Reference Questions.
- WHOA--awesome, awesome link: O Brave New World That Has Such Bloggers In't!
- Elevator Moods: Funky little movies filmed in elevators.
- Prisoners' Inventions. I am still trying to keep up my regimine of the "burpees" exercise, which is kind of another form of prisoner invention.
I met a traveller from an antique land,...I love using that "Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!" line.
Who said--"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart....Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings,
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."