JPL video comparing frameworks that compete with J2EE: Rails, Zope(Plone), TurboGears and Django.

JPL's better-web-app.mov (video/quicktime Object)

Office space listings for Bangalore.

bangalore office & commercial classifieds and want ads - craigslist

I've taken the existing transcripts I've seen of Stephen Colbert's brilliant monologue at the White House Correspondents Dinner, and the actual footage (complete video available at Democratic Underground), and edited the transcripts (correcting spelling and punctuation, adding mistakenly omitted words, etc.) to produce the following improved transcript. I have now also transcribed all of Colbert's Press Secretary "audition video." Continue below the fold with me.

Daily Kos: Re-Improved Colbert transcript (now with complete text of Colbert-Thomas video!)

The White House Correspondents' Association Dinner was televised on C-Span Saturday evening. Featured entertainer Stephen Colbert delivered a biting rebuke of George W. Bush and the lily-livered press corps. He did it to Bush's face, unflinching and unbowed by the audience's muted, humorless response.

Astonishing. Colbert is on fire "delivering truthiness to power" as I heard it described. Honestly, Colbert has brought satire back to a prominence long missed, and he's doing it in an extremely hostile environment here. The press corps and guests are visibly stunned.

Daou's analysis here is worth reading, but watch the video first. There are links scattered about, but if you've got the time and bandwidth, get the high res torrent here : http://www.mininova.org/tor/296239

The Blog | Peter Daou: Ignoring Colbert: A Small Taste of the Media's Power to Choose the News | The Huffington Post

The History of India is an iterative function with the following structure:

char History_of_India(int residents = Dravidians)
{
int intruders;
char Indian_history[ENDLESS];
.
wend{
.
intruders = Hindukush::read_stack();
if (intruders==0,Intruders = British Empire,);
working_their_way_down_the_ganges(intruders);
Indian_history = Squabble(residents,intruders);
.
residents = intruders;
}while t lt END_OF_TIME
.
return Indian_history
}

India - Uncyclopedia

Indian culture may be hard to grasp for people from other countries, except Californians and drunk street salesmen from Barcelona. Most countries keep themselves with a national mainstream culture, a daft upper class high culture and a lot of misfit outbursts called subcultures. India needs no more than a few blocks around your tourist Hotel at Connaught Place to cover that part. If you dare to go further away to see something more, remember to wear a mental helmet of etnocentric bigotry to protect yourself from whatever is going on, or you might easily find your self drowning, like generations of intruders before you, in the Indian vortex of continously expanding cultural confusion.

India - Uncyclopedia

I will start with the conclusion that karate was born old, asking not: how did karate foretell itself? but: when did karate authors begin to question their origins? From what vantage point did they look back and decide, a little spontaneously and even a little arbitrarily, that what their ancestors practiced was karate, or tō-te, or just plain te? In other words, perhaps they made such fine distinctions between these terms, not because such distinctions had always been made, but because those terms told the story of who they wanted to be.

Frog in a Well - The Japan History Group Blog

When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of pancakes. My mother, and father's dojo contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making pancakes, waffles, and a multitude of other pancake-like breakfast pastries. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my mother prepared pancakes my family.

As I grew older, and began my journey to spiritual enlightenment, the memories of my pancake-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 pancakes... The day I placed a warm pancake between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a pancake to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only pancakes can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with pancakes, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Aunt Jemimah and Mrs. Butterworth seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flour, eggs, sugar, milk, water, and love.

By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my village and my love for pancakes, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu .. the ultimate pancake. My journey took me to the many islands of my homeland, many days away from my dojo. My hunger for pancakes became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I walked upon. My feet, sore from travel, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of the ninja AND my love for pancakes. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a ninja, a secret assassin hired by the imperial family BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL PANCAKE.

My adoration for breakfast cakes has placed me within an awkward position. Many ninja refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The pancakes do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my sword. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a ninja is complex.

My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a NINJA--But I also enjoy pancakes. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a ninja who requested a pancake, would you submit to his will?

Wisdom From The Last Ninja

Tsar Bomba (Russian: Царь-бомба, literally "Emperor of bombs") is the Western name for the largest nuclear explosive ever detonated. Developed by the Soviet Union, the 57 megaton bomb was codenamed Ivan (Russian: Иван) by its developers.

They have the 'Tsar Bomb' the 'Tsar Cannon' the 'Tsar Bell' and they had the 'Tsar Tank' (that one is a big laugh). What is it about Russians and building large things? ;)

Tsar Bomba: Largest Thermonuclear Bomb Ever Built or Detonated

Ballsiest thing I've heard a politician say in a while and... she lacks balls.

Pelosi Fucks not Around (occasionally)