Site of the Week: Labyrinthos

Ever been interested in mazes and ancient labyrinths? Think those designs must have an origin somewhere and want to find out more? Labyrinthos is your source.

Labyrinths & Mazes Resource Centre, Photo Library & Archive

I’ve always been fascinated by mazes and puzzles and was looking up Cretan mazes in particular when I came across this site. Definitely the place to go to learn more about them and really, all mazes in general. Very extensive archive and fascinating look at our infatuation with puzzles and mazes.

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Site of the Week: Paleo-Future

And here we’ve once again ventured into imagination land in a futile attempt at imagining the future. It’s been done countless times before, and luckly, we have someone who’s been keeping tabs.

A look into the future that never was

A look into the future that never was

Matt Novak, investigates how history perceived the future and how its predictions affect the way we view the past.

RE: Jack the Ripper Mystery: Where were you in 1888?

I’m normally not compelled to present alibis to such a degree, but considering how serious the crimes were, I must break from tradition as a preemptive measure. In the interest of full disclosure, I will prove to Jesus Budda, that I am in fact not Jack the Ripper (or one of his copycats) by accounting for my whereabouts from 1888 to today…

I’m fairly certain I was a farmer in Kinshasa, Africa near the Congo at the time. I was tending my crops in preparation for the harvest, while being yelled at by parents for being slow and lazy. I wasn’t either! I was tired!!

Then on February 3rd, 1900, I ran into a Lion.
Human vs. Lion, Lion-1 : Human-0.

And then I was born a carpenter’s son in Krasnoyarsk, Russia (Great! From molten to frozen). On January 4, 1917, I went out to shovel some snow to clear a path to the shed. It was bloody cold!

And that’s when I came across a Siberian Tiger.
Human vs. Tiger, Tiger-1 : Human-0.

And then I was born as a shepherd in Thane, India. More precisely, a shepherd who just wanted to get out of my chores and sneak ride on the steam locomotives. Those things are loud, dirty and cool! On July 13, 1935, I decided to make a move…

While jumping over the fence on my way to the station, I turned around and was staring down a full grown bull elephant.
Human vs. Elephant, Elephant-1 : Human-0.

Then, I was born to a modest family in Winona, Minnesota. Nothing special there, just your average family. Dad was injured during WWII, but still managed to hold down a job as a mechanic. And mom was helping to pay the bills with her piano lessons. I just floated around through high school and college(St. Mary’s), after which, I took a job at a lumber yard (desk job, of course. I’ve been allergic to hard labour for many consecutive lifetimes).

I was coming home from another uneventful day on August 12, 1967 (the longest I’ve been alive that I can remember), when on my path was a Timber Wolf (irony?).
Human vs. Wolf, Wolf-1 : Human-0.

I spent the next few years haunting uncle Fred who always kept nagging me, while I was alive, with his stupid guitar and off-key songs after coming home drunk. But, sadly, the fun came to an abrupt end during the month of December, 1981, when suddenly they performed an exorcism… Bastards!
Ghost vs. Uncle Fred, Uncle Fred-1 : Ghost-0.

Well, 9 months later, I landed in this lifetime. Born to a middle class family in Colombo, Sri Lanka.

…Or so I think, my memory of those lifetimes is a bit vague.
I should really stop picking the losing side…

But, as you can see, my whereabouts are all accounted for. Of course all the witnesses may have been dead for decades, but I can prove I wasn’t Jack. Besides, I didn’t even know English in 1888 so I couldn’t have possibly written the infamous notes signed “Jack”.

Considering Jesus Budda has a time machine, I’m sure he can verify these statements for himself. I’ve tried to be as descriptive as possible (as far as my memory allows).

Now that narrows it 6.8 billion potential suspects at the time of this post…

Jeremiah Wright is a crazy racist: Or how to skew public opinion by selective editing

Not even a week has passed since the new President has taken office, and there are people still spewing the same skewed opinion.

Have any of you seen the phrases in context? Be aware, he is speaking to a primarily black congregation.


Angry, upset, perhaps even mistaken about a few facts, but definitely not racist. Never mistake passion for insanity.

Here is a man who is trying to explain how the cycle of violence will only continue with retribution and the petty partisans can only use it to further their own agendas. Those who only hear what they want to hear in this are only lying to themselves. You’re not doing yourselves or your children any favours by doing this.

Hatred is a funny thing. Those who are quick to see it in others are often the ones filled with it.

Time to reexamine your values and morals. Are you truly being virtuous or moral when you accuse this man of being racist?

Full Disclosure :
I’m not a Christian. In fact, I’m barely a theist. I’m also not a “Liberal”, at least in the way the term is being thrown about. I do, however, try to be objective whenever I can.