Can get you in a private plane with Richard Branson to go to the inauguration of Barack Obama in Washington.

http://beanoriginal.net/the-audacity-of-shamelessly-asking/
http://beanoriginal.net/the-audacity-of-shamelessly-asking/
http://beanoriginal.net/the-audacity-of-shamelessly-asking/

http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/msl/index.html
http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/msl/index.html
http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/msl/index.html

She is a wonderful person and she makes the most amazing corsetry. All dressed up, I had not felt so pretty in a very long time.



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The very first integrated college basketball game.

http://www.dukemagazine.duke.edu/alumni/dm6/secret_txt.html
http://www.dukemagazine.duke.edu/alumni/dm6/secret_txt.html
http://www.dukemagazine.duke.edu/alumni/dm6/secret_txt.html

First it was the japanese, then the manual folding machine and then it came the lego t-shirt folding machine!



Trully legendary.

Auto-lacing sneakers, by nike. It's no jetpack, but we can hope.


Via Engadget.

The classic video has now been upgraded with more unexpected stuff.

http://www.theinvisiblegorilla.com/
http://www.theinvisiblegorilla.com/
http://www.theinvisiblegorilla.com/

Just awesome.



How to play:

http://markarayner.com/blog/archives/1613
http://markarayner.com/blog/archives/1613
http://markarayner.com/blog/archives/1613

'The Indiana Pi Bill is the popular name for bill #246 of the 1897 sitting of the Indiana General Assembly, one of the most famous attempts to establish scientific truth by legislative fiat. Despite that name, the main result claimed by the bill is a method to square the circle, rather than to establish a certain value for π, although the bill does contain text that appears to dictate various incorrect values of π, such as 3.2.'

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indiana_Pi_Bill
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indiana_Pi_Bill
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indiana_Pi_Bill

I can totally see our president trying for it.

Perhaps the most inspired burger post ever.

http://tinyurl.com/nmoof3
http://tinyurl.com/nmoof3
http://tinyurl.com/nmoof3

"Miniature version of DDR that requires you to follow the pattern of the light-up dance pads with your fingers! So if finding the snooze button is a monumental task for you every morning, there’s probably no chance you’ll be able to turn this thing off."



Absolutely awesome.

Amazone: Accord du caramel et de l'acidité du citron vert

http://www.patrickroger.com/
http://www.patrickroger.com/
http://www.patrickroger.com/

OMFG.

I can kill me with a thought.

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy’s life, a life for someone who wanted no boss. What I didn’t realize was that it was also a ministry. Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, and made me laugh and weep. But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night. I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partyers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of town.

When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.

So I walked to the door and knocked. “Just a minute”, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

LA: Where are you going?
KT: I don't know. I just know that I'm done here. I've completed my journey and it feels good.