science fiction

The Unlikely Events of a Water Landing: New Photos From Flight 1549. Fascinating chronicle of the salvage effort by a photographer on the inside. It shows the whole process of pulling the plane out of the Hudson. Very, very cool.

Bay Area Coolness, Episode 43,279. They’re building a rocket ship in Oakland. Yes, you will be able to visit it. And when I say “they,” I do not mean NASA or even Pixar. I mean some independent artists. Link courtesy rmjwell.

The air that I breathe, AKA Hazmat Crisis at AT&T. This article is being clipped or printed and posted in office kitchens all over the US.

Emily Dickinson can wait a day. Today Mike Ford would have turned 52.

A poem from the comments at Making Light:

Goetia Naturalis
from “Wolfgang Puck of Pook’s Hill”

No one sees us when they dine;
Loudly the forkfuls go past,
A bird and a bottle of wine,
And a tablet goes fizz in a glass.
No one knows that we are there,
They munch without question or pause;
We crouch on the haricots verts,
And lurk like a thief in the sauce.

We are the condiments, we,
To julienne, chiffonade, grate;
But set us aside and you’ll see
The void that we leave on your plate.
We sit on the rim of the dish,
The spices nobody can name;
We stand by the meat and the fish,
Some bloke in a toque gets the fame.

Eggs folded into a flan,
Sausages steaming in brew;
Chicken stretched on the divan,
How they must love what they do!
Yes — and we seasonings too,
We are as tasty as they;
We are the salt in the stew,
Watch as the chanterelles play.

You may think we are not strong;
We know habaneros that are;
Some Worcestershire helps things along,
You know what wasabi is for.
Still we shall sit on the side,
Court-bouillon and bouquet garni;
Your tastebuds will not be denied;
No quarter and no MSG!

A toast to you, and may you feast forever at the right hand of Will Shakespeare.

The greatest thing
in the world
is the Alphabet
as all knowledge
is contained therein
except the wisdom
of putting it together.
—from an old German bookplate