Google Earth Alphabet
Thomas de Bruin found a complete alphabet using only Google Earth and The Netherlands.
It took me about a week to find all the characters.
After only a few hours I had about most of the alphabet, when my girlfriend said, ‘you can’t use lower case and capitals in one alphabet’. Hmmm… that had already crossed my mind, and I knew she was right. So then I needed to find two full alphabets.
I also had found some characters that looked like numbers and punctuation. And when I found the &, I knew I had to include numbers and punctuation as well.
(Comment from boing boing)
// Upper Case
// Lower Case
// Numbers & Punctuation
A Connie Willis Christmas Story
I think Connie Willis writes nearly perfect Christmas stories – not too sentimental, not too cynical, a touch of romance and a lot of humour!
All Seated On The Ground is one of my favourites, about uncomunicative aliens, authority figures who don’t listen (this is a common theme), church choirs and christmas carols.
I’d always said that if and when the aliens actually landed, it would be a let-down. I mean, after War of the Worlds, Close Encounters, and E.T., there was no way they could live up to the image in the public’s mind, good or bad.
I’d also said that they would look nothing like the aliens of the movies, and that they would not have come to A) kill us, B) take over our planet and enslave us, C) save us from ourselves à la The Day the Earth Stood Still, or D) have sex with Earthwomen. I mean, I realize it’s hard to find someone nice, but would aliens really come thousands of light-years just to find a date? Plus, it seemed just as likely they’d be attracted to wart hogs. Or yucca. Or air-conditioning units.
I’ve also always thought A) and B) were highly unlikely since imperialist invader types would probably be too busy invading their next-door neighbors and being invaded by other invader types to have time to go after an out-of-the-way place like Earth, and as to C), I’m wary of people or aliens who say they’ve come to save you, as witness Reverend Thresher. And it seemed to me that aliens who were capable of building the spaceships necessary to cross all those light-years would necessarily have complex civilizations and therefore motives for coming more complicated than merely incinerating Washington or phoning home.
What had never occurred to me was that the aliens would arrive, and we still wouldn’t know what those motives were after almost nine months of talking to them.
Read the rest of this story here.
Books I have reviewed by Connie Willis: Uncharted Territory
Lego Matrix – Trinity Help
A frame accurate recreation of the Bullet Time dodge scene from The Matrix, from legomatrix.com
Eric – An Illustrated Story by Shaun Tan
Shaun Tan writes and illustrates beautiful non-typical picture books, that are equally as rewarding for adults and children.
My favourite is The Arrival, a wordless graphic novel that nearly made me cry. I had never thought of myself as an immigrant before, having moved by choice from NZ to the UK, and then to Australia; but that is what I am, and I really identified with some of the situations the protagonist finds himself in.
My second favourite book is Tales from Outer Suburbia, a collection of short stories written and illustrated by Shaun Tan. The stories are beautiful and gently moving, about:
the quiet mysteries of everyday life: homemade pets, dangerous weddings, stranded sea mammals, tiny exchange students and secret rooms filled with darkness and delight.
The story of Eric (the tiny exchange student) can be read here, and there is an interview with Shaun Tan here.
Look Around You
Look Around You is an unusual British comedy that satirises children’s educational films.
Characters for an Epic Tale
I love this print by Tom Gauld.
Sadly, Characters for an Epic Tale sold out before I could decide if I wanted a copy or not, but at least I can look at it on the internet!

Click here for a bigger version.
Random Quotation
In this world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.
from Lady Windermere’s Fan, a play by Oscar Wilde


