It's a bathroom floor painted like an NBA frontcourt. Complete with charge line under the, uh, rim.
As relayed to SB Matt Ryan earlier Wednesday, most of us would have Steve Kerr-type range for most of the day, but that dissipates into Joel Anthony-type range at certain points following a ride home from our local public house early on Sunday morning.
We present the Throwable Panoramic Ball Camera which captures a full spherical panorama when thrown into the air. At the peak of its flight, which is determined using an accelerometer, a full panoramic image is captured by 36 mobile phone camera modules.
Parenthood. Funny thing. This morning on my walk, my iPod on "shuffle," this Enya song came on and I started thinking about a part of the lyrics:
One by one my leaves fall.
One by one my tales are told.
At 54, I'm staring mortality right in the face. My children, at 29 and 24 years, respectively, no longer need me (except for cash, sometimes).
Jacquelyn Mitchard wrote a book entitled "Deep End of the Ocean" that I read even before it got onto Oprah's hit parade. And because of that book, I bought another written by her. "The Rest of Us" is a compilation of her columns and on our recent trip to New Orleans, I re-read it on the plane.
Her description of parenthood goes like this:
"...our sons and daughters are only passing through. At first, they are of you, born to come to your arms. Rapidly, they are with you, pausing only long enough for you to dab a few hurried strokes of paint on the canvas they are becoming--they are on their way to belonging to themselves, and then to the world. If we are lucky, they always will consider our home their harbor, but they are headed out to the open sea, almost from the first."
I still consider the farm six miles north of Wagner, SD my harbor. But which home, of the many we've had, will my children consider their harbor? Germantown? Kansas City? Somewhere else?
Your Right to Know: Photojournalist’s arrest is troubling incident
MICHELLE VETTERKIND | president and CEO of Wisconsin Broadcasters Association | Posted: Friday, October 7, 2011 6:00 am
On Sept. 19, Clinton Fillinger was arrested while doing his job — perhaps because he was doing it.
The 68-year-old veteran photojournalist, employed by Milwaukee’s WITI Fox6, was filming a house fire from behind yellow police tape.
A Milwaukee police sergeant approached and ordered Fillinger to move back, “all the way back.” Fillinger’s video appears to show him moving backward as he challenges the order: “If the public is out here, I’m allowed to be out here.” Read more on Madison.com
"No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want
to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share.
No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death
is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change
agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new
is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the
old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite
true.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life.
Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other
people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out
your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow
your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want
to become. Everything else is secondary."
"If you are not a Yankees or Red Sox fan — and rumor has it, the
behemoths have not swallowed everyone — there is nothing quite like
watching this two-for-one panic special. And Yankees panic is like no
other kind. It’s like watching the guy in the brand-new Mercedes cursing
out traffic on the George Washington Bridge with his forehead veins
bulging. It’s a personal affront. Why doesn’t this traffic just move
aside for us?! Why didn’t we buy better pitchers?! Somehow, it’s all
A-Rod’s fault!"
