Jaw’s Sherrif Brody is working on printable transistors.

Everyone loves basketball.

The links page is just about done for now. Whoopdi-friggin-doo…

From the Guardian, a list of 300 reasons why the Simpsons ROCK!

Willie Nelson, outlaw singer, songwriter, guitarist, actor, turns 70 this week.
here is a wonderful interview he gave for Fresh Air in ’96 which you can listen to.

Re-code.com has been shut down. Too bad I only first heard of the site today. I mean, come on. Does Wal-Mart really believe that such a site could cause a massive upsurge of barcode looting?

So here’s the dope on the waiting list students. Go ahead and sign up for the 5. DS Do., and we’ll do the scheduling arrangement I mentioned today in class (in case you haven’t already done so).
And have a nice Mayday.

Here is a nice short little article about public speaking. It’s got pictures.

Burger Night

Tonight was the night.
The sun was kind, the corpse of winter reborn,
As a gentle Spring day. Hamburgers
are in order. Yesterday I slaved
Over hot yeast and water, flour butter and fat.
To bake the tender buns in advent
of today. Where ground beef was mixed
with spices and patted
into nice little patties whilst I
Ran outside to check the grill
A ridiculous flimsy charcoal deal.
I washed the lettuce, sliced tomatoes
and pickles, brewed iced tea and of course
froze trays of icecubes.

We dug in, I asked
if the meat was not too
raw, the others made MMMs and gave
the thumbs up. Only half the patties
eaten, I put the rest back on
the grill, can’t have my friends
dying of salmonella.

We ate hamburgers, we revelled,
we danced naked in the night,
clothed by the din of passing trains.

We played silly campfire wordgames,
We drank a beer and a wine,
We played guitar and recorder and accordion
badly.

We spoke of ghosts, raccoons,
Cello solos, we grew tired and
thusly retired.
The fire whimpered,
and sat alone
glowing and smoking
as the sun returned.

What lovely weather these past two days. Eggs were painted, hidden, and then searched for. I found three, tying for first. But as the weather became suddenly warm, the old stoney bones of our house hadn’t enough time to warm up on the inside. This caused a draft to come down the chimney and out my coal oven, giving the room a terrible coal smell and me a sore throat. I remedied this by burning small stack of old Die Zeit editions, which Claudia reads quite avidly.