Raised in a religious home in Ohio, Miriam immigrated to Israel as a teenager and volunteered for service in the IDF. Classified by the army as excessively emotional and sexually ambivalent, and possessing poor Hebrew skills, she was not considered suitable for a job in Intelligence or as a medic, so instead she was sent to do clerical work at a base in the middle of nowhere. “The service was unbelievably boring, but I don’t regret it, mostly because that experience was the inspiration for my comics. Army service exposed me to an aspect of Israeli society that I wouldn’t have experienced otherwise.”
A sample:
To see more, there are five-page samples from each book in the series at Miriam’s site.
Time to start investigating my options! All right, mobile phone service providers — which one of you wants to cut an influential Canadian blogger a deal?
George Brett knows you’re staring at his junk, dude.
Although both men and women look at the image of George Brett when directed to find out information about his sport and position, men tend to focus on private anatomy as well as the face. For the women, the face is the only place they viewed.
Well, duh…
Here’s the not-so-obvious and somewhat disturbing follow-up:
Coyne adds that this difference doesn’t just occur with images of people. Men tend to fixate more on areas of private anatomy on animals as well, as evidenced when users were directed to browse the American Kennel Club site.
After reading that I had these two reactions:
Euuuuuugh!
I think I just came up with an idea for website that’ll make me rich!
“It is obvious that people would find life extremely difficult without computers, maybe even impossible,” reads the site for Shutdown Day, “If they disappeared for just one day, would we be able to cope?
Shutdown Day takes place on Saturday, March 24th, 2007 and challenges everyone to see if they can survive for 24 hours without their computer. The site contains more information about this one-day exercise, a survey where you can indicate whether or not you’ll take part and a link to this video with people abusing hundreds, if not thousands of dollars worth of laptops in some kind of posturing that’s meant to approximate rebellion:
Speaking as a programmer, a technophile and an Asian, I would like to formally denounce Shutdown Day. It’s obviously some kind of wacko protest thing created by Neo-Luddites. I probably will spend the day away from my computer, but only to round up these techno-peasants so that they can be put to work in the Coltan mines.
A Modest Proposal
You want a day I can get behind? No Poetry Day. Modern poetry is self-indulgent crap written by NEMS (non-essential members of society), and many of us go for months without poetry with no ill effects. We could take turns standing in front of a group of our peers and even say how long we’ve gone without poetry, AA-style. It would rock.
As for those who would counter me with Audre Lourde’s line, “Poetry is not a luxury!”, I would gladly agree: luxuries are things people want and will pay big money for. Poetry is neither.
Think fast: what’s wrong with the pie chart titled Should we let US troops land at Shannon on route to Iraq? taken from the Irish Times, shown below?
Look closely: although the graph’s text correctly reports that 67% of the respondents said “no”, the graph’s graphics make it appear as though the “no” votes are in the minority. Pictured below is a proper rendition of the data, which took me mere seconds to do using Excel:
Here’s a song that celebrates a cornerstone of my personal philosophy as well as yesterday’s shift to daylight saving time, Enjoy Yourself (It’s Later Than You Think), written in 1948 by Carl Sigman (music) and Herb Magidson (lyrics).
You work and work for years and years, you’re always on the go
You never take a minute off, too busy makin’ dough
Someday, you say, you’ll have your fun, when you’re a millionaire
Imagine all the fun you’ll have in your old rockin’ chair
Chorus
Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think
Enjoy yourself, while you’re still in the pink
The years go by, as quickly as a wink
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think
Verse 2
You’re gonna take that ocean trip, no matter, come what may
You’ve got your reservations made, but you just can’t get away
Next year for sure, you’ll see the world, you’ll really get around
But how far can you travel when you’re six feet underground?
Verse 3
Your heart of hearts, your dream of dreams, your ravishing brunette
She’s left you and she’s now become somebody else’s pet
Lay down that gun, don’t try, my friend, to reach the great beyond
You’ll have more fun by reaching for a redhead or a blonde
The Specials’ Version (1980)
The second version was the one that ended on on my mix tapes in high school — the ska version [4.2 MB MP3] by The Specials, from their album More Specials. Here are their lyrics:
Verse 1
Hello, I’m Terry, and I’m going to enjoy myself first!
It’s good to be wise when you’re young
‘Cos you can only be young but the once
Enjoy yourself and have lots of fun
So glad and live life longer than you’ve ever done
Chorus
Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think
Enjoy yourself, while you’re still in the pink
The years go by, as quickly as you wink
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think
Verse 2
Get wisdom, knowledge and understanding
These three, were given free by the maker
Go to school, learn the rules, don’t be no faker
It’s not wise for you to be a foot stool
Here’s a YouTube video of a Specials concert in which they perform Enjoy Yourself:
Todd Snider’s Version (2004)
I don’t have a copy of country artist Todd Snider’s version (from the album East Nashville Skyline), but I do know that he used two out of three of Carl Sigman’s original verses and wrote his own third verse:
Verse 3
You worry when the weather’s cold
You worry when it’s hot
You worry when you’re doing well
You worry when you’re doing not
It’s worry, worry all of the time
You don’t know how to laugh
They’ll think of something funny
When they write your epitaph
Enjoy the tunes, and enjoy yourself! Remember, they’ll be available for a week, after which they’ll vanish.