proud alumni of Wassamatta U.

Jane Galt comments on the boorishness of Americans as seen by Europe: inter alia,

They wear sweatshirts with the names of their colleges on them.

Well, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Heh.

American college sweatshirts were immensely popular in Europe in the Seventies. I used to see fake ones in Lausanne shop windows. (I knew they were fake because one of them said ILLINOIS UNIVERSITY around the seal – accurate, i believe – of the University of Illinois.) Somewhere on our family tour in 1975 we got a book of Lego designs in which the only words (other than LEGO) were UNIVERSITY OF SANTA CLARA on a child’s sweatshirt – not the school’s logo (even fake), mind you, but spelled out in custom iron-on letters!

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next: nucleonic memory

Single-atom bits. (Link from Eric Hall.)

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there goes Grandma’s plan for the first Dadaist hijacking

Airport screeners seize GI Joe’s rifle.

“We have instructions to confiscate anything that looks like a weapon or a replica.”

Fair’s fair. Wouldn’t want our airports to be less secure(d) than our schools.

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a backward tribe

It had to happen: I just got a “Nigerian scam” letter from someone representing himself as “the secetary of Africa White farmers co-operation (AWFC) OF Zimbabwe.”

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consumer sovereignty

If Susanna Cornett hadn’t changed hosts, I might never have read Meryl Yourish’s rant on web design:

The first standard of web publishing I learned was: The reader is in control, not you. You shouldn’t care if your readers want to completely override your backgrounds and fonts. Web publishing is all about malleability; if you can’t grasp that, you should be publishing on paper and ink. Those of you who insist on using templates that don’t allow the user to increase the font size need to find another template. You’re cheating your reader out of the control the web is supposed to bring her.

Which, friends, is why my pages have as little design as I can give them. If you’re at all like me, you’re here for the words, not the colors. (And if you’re not at all like me, why the heck are you reading this?)

Let us join hands and pray that Samizdata sees the light.

Later: Bruce Baugh is perhaps more to the point:

Folks, you really don’t know who’s reading. Some people are color-blind, and depend on contrasts in shades of gray. Some people have optic nerve damage, from multiple sclerosis or other conditions. Some are nearsighted or farsighted.

(This is on Bruce’s old site; his new site did not carry over the old archives.)

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the opposite of anachronism

There is no reason why he should not . . . take her waltzing in Strauss’ Vienna or to the theater in Shakespeare’s London – as well as exploring funny little bars in Tom Lehrer’s New York or playing tag in the sun and surf of Hawaii a thousand years before the canoe men arrived.

Brave to Be a King, a time-travel story by Poul Anderson. I wonder, would he have said “Tom Lehrer’s New York” in any year other than 1959?

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fight mental monoculture

“I proclaim publicly that I favor ending government involvement in education.”

All you radicals, do me a favor: go sign the “Proclamation for the Separation of School & State” and let me know.

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