Wednesday June 22, 2005 JST

In this life at least

Perfection does not exist. To understand this is the triumph of human intelligence; to expect to possess it is the most dangerous kind of madness.

Alfred de Musset

me: Attempting to attain it seems to be worthwile though.

Ringing in changes in Nigeria A look at how mobile phones have changed Nigeria, and created jobs for the country’s youth, in the process. (383)
The year of magical thinking // a woman’s tale following the sudden death of her husband I think I am beginning to understand why grief feels like suspense,” CS Lewis wrote after the death of his wife. “It comes from the frustration of so many impulses that had become habitual. Thought after thought, feeling after feeling, action after action, had H for their object. Now their target is gone. I keep on through habit fitting an arrow to the string, then I remember and have to lay the bow down. So many roads lead thought to H. I set out on one of them. But now there’s an impassable frontierpost across it. So many roads once; now so many cul de sacs. (263)
Good v. Good philosophical look at a ’simple’ word (529)
R.I.P. Audiogalaxy the history of the best p2p program ever (868)
The World’s ugliest dog i don’t get how a person could not be in constant mortal fear of this mutt! (358)