Plurib.us

My Social Security number is an artifact of the 1930s, a master identifier that has to change not just into a number that is harder to copy, but into a feisty little program that has only my interests at heart. When someone wants my Social Security number, I want my number to ask, "And who the hell are you?"

The Project is based on the idea that people in a foreign country have an irresistable urge to try to say something in the indigenous tongue. In most cases, however, the best a person can do is "Where is the bathroom?" a phrase that marks them as a tourist. But, if one says "I can eat glass, it doesn't hurt me," you will be viewed as an insane native, and treated with dignity and respect.

"Remind me - can Halloween be dangerous for my kids?"

"I knew the station would give me news that was live and local. But latebreaking too? Awright!"

No. 9. -- How to Defend Yourself with a Stick against the most Dangerous Kick of an Expert Kicker.

"The throwing card ranks near the bottom in terms of sheer combat effectiveness. The throwing card is also incredibly hard to master, and it takes quite a bit of time to reach a decent level of accuracy and power. However, card throwing has an unbelievable style factor and can be lethal with proper technique."

"All over the developing world resources are used to help the affluent avoid traffic jams rather than mobilizing the entire population," he says. People ask him why this is not done everywhere, if it is so simple and inexpensive. "I tell them the only issue is a political one. They don't want to take space from cars and give it to buses, bicyclists, and pedestrians."

... The Shuttle was designed by great engineers. The problem is they were forced to fit their designs to fit what has proved to be an impossible concept, a chemically-propelled rocket ship that would carry humans and heavy payloads into orbit routinely, then land to be refurbished and sent aloft again within days. They also had to do it on the cheap. It was inevitable that a flawed design would be the result.

Assume that a Martian lands in Denver on the wrong side of the tracks. He ends up in one of the ghettos and finds that the houses are run down, the kids not taken care of, the elderly in trouble, and the trees dying. He sees all these things, and discovers that there are people and organizations absolutely equipped and ready to solve every one of those problems. So this Martian asks, "What are you waiting for?" The answer: "We’re waiting for money." "What is money?" the Martian inquires. "It's an agreement in a community to use something as a medium of exchange." Don’t you think he may leave the planet believing there is no intelligent life here?