What the Richest Men in the World Don’t Know – The Daily Beast

The best way to learn financial ethics is to study the lives of the nine wealthiest financiers of 1923. A quarter century later, they were all either dead, broke, or in prison.

Here’s a number that I hadn’t heard until just last week. Paul van Dyk — Wir Sind Wir
Doc wants to use it in class next week. I don’t care for the lyrics so much, but the video is really remarkable. It chronicles Berlin from war’s end to the reunification with the singer, Peter Heppner, on the scene with a very convincing mix of historical footage and reenactments.

Hardly a real hack, but life improving nonetheless.  I like using Mozilla Thunderbird very much, but it has been getting to me how often I miss  the “get mail” button and hit “write” instead.  Then you have to close that new window, click “do not save”, and try again.  Finally it occured to me that you can move the buttons around.  I added a space between those two, and problem solved.

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Minimize to tray is a groovy little add-on for Thunderbird for those of us who like to leave the email client running but hate the cluttered taskbar.

I am looking for a calendar from 1891, because

Old calendars never really go out of date.

in 1749:The Bottle Hoax of London

This electric car goes 230mph, has a range of 200 miles.

The 8-wheeled Electric Eliica

Today marks the Epiphany, the 12th night, which commemorates when the infant Jesus was visited by Zoroastrian astronomers.

In France, it is celebrated by eating La Galette des rois, or frangipane.  It is a diddly-licious almondy cake.

The ritual goes as follows: one person, usually the youngest at the table (though last year it was me, the oldest) assigns each piece to each person.
Here’s the kicker: hidden in the cake is one small ceramic angel figurine!  Whoever gets it in his or her piece is named King or Queen.  The responsibilities of office are marginal, and pretty much the only priviledge is wearing the coveted Burger-King-like crown, which you can do for the rest of the party.  After a few bowles of cidre, you might feel tempted to wear it on the way home on the metro, but you listen to your girlfriend’s better judgement instead.

Brrr.  Or, Gla gla gla to use the vernacular.