I have no idea how long this has been the case, but for many years I've lamented what I believed was the absence of such a feature, since it would make searching the site so much more efficient.
I'd just begun a boj post about this lacuna but for some reason I visited to confirm there was no such function — then I noticed the tiny camera icon (top).
I clicked it and voilà — the image below appeared.
w00t!
Ben Cohen's October 30, 2026 Wall Street Journal story featured the superb graphic above.
"Open the pod bay doors, HAL."
"I'm sorry, Dave. I'm afraid I can't do that."
I've loved this object ever since I first saw it online twenty years ago.
By Greek industrial designer Panayiotis Mastroyiannis, it's made of brushed matte-finished aluminum segments which function as an accordion-style roll top, paired with a solid beechwood base tray, and measures 44 cm L x 30 cm W x 28 cm H.
The distinct segmented rolling aluminum shell resembles an armadillo's plates.
It's sometimes referred to as the Opera Bread Bin, after the Sydney Opera House.
It was produced by design manufacturer Radius.
Back in the day you could buy one on Amazon UK but that's no longer the case.
The best I could do in terms of finding one that sold was a September 29, 2018 auction in Nicosia, Cyprus, where it went for €3.
You could look it up.
But wait — my Crack Research Team©®™ stayed up all night, persisting, and they found one for sale in Germany for €60, reduced from €75.
It's been listed since September 20, 2025, so no hurry.
Wrote Mark Frauenfelder on Recomendo:
"Visit AirPano to watch 360-degree videos of interesting, beautiful, and/or unexpected places on Earth, from Tokyo's Shibuya Scramble pedestrian crossing, the busiest in the world (top), to a village of the Warao indigenous people on the Orinoco River in Venezuela."
Fair warning: there goes the day.
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"Perfect Days" is a quiet, beautifully observed Japanese drama directed by Wim Wenders and starring Koji Yakusho.
The film follows Hirayama, a Tokyo public toilet cleaner, whose simple daily routine becomes a meditation on solitude, work, music, books, nature, and the small moments that make life meaningful.
"Perfect Days" is about finding beauty in ordinary life — sunlight through trees, a favorite song, an unexpected conversation, a quiet meal, or simply having another day to live.
Winner of the Best Actor Award at Cannes for Koji Yakusho, and Japan's official entry for the 2024 Academy Awards.
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Free, the way we like it.
From NASA:
What color is the Moon? It depends on the night — and the time. Outside of the Earth's atmosphere, the dark Moon, which shines by reflected sunlight, appears a magnificently brown-tinged gray. The featured image above highlights a collection of apparent colors of the full moon on Earth, documented by one astrophotographer over 10 years from different locations across Italy. A red- or yellow-colored moon usually indicates a moon seen near the horizon. There, some of the blue light has been scattered away by a long path through the Earth's atmosphere, sometimes laden with fine dust. A blue-colored moon is more rare and can indicate an atmosphere carrying larger dust particles. What created the purple moon is unclear — it may be a combination of several effects. The last image captures the total lunar eclipse of 2018 July — where the moon, in Earth's shadow, appeared a faint red due to light refracted through air around the Earth.
I happened on this website in a Hacker News post last Sunday: it made it to #2 on the front page (below).
Wrote its creator, Andrej Karpathy: "YouTube-style UI over 6,454 videos sourced from 39,834 Hacker News comments since 2007."
What blew me away: The elegance and lack of clutter and noise on the site: just thumbnails of the crowdsourced most popular videos along with how many times they've been viewed and when they were uploaded to YouTube.
Can't wait to see if any of mine made the cut... stay tuned.
Fair warning: There goes the day.
"You must reach for the power and make it serve you. Try."
"I am sorry. I do not know how."
"That is the only trouble. All matters are doubtful, unless one knows. You send your force into the Other World. You must reach into the Other World and claim it."
"Where is this 'Other World,' Grandfather?"
"The Other World," he said presently, "is the world you do not see. It is here and it is there and it is everywhere. But it is especially here." He touched his forehead. "The mind sits in it and sends its messages through it to the body."
"Let the mind be quiet," he directed. "Feel for the power. The Other World is close and full of power. Feel it."
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Those words were published the year before George Lucas was conceived but they might well come from a "Star Wars" script.
Heinlein's "Waldo," a 95-page novella published in 1942, is as fresh in 2026 as it will be in 2136.
I bought a used copy on Amazon for one cent back in 2007 but I doubt I can find it.
I just ponied up $5 for another.
In these random impressions, and with no desire to be other than random, I indifferently narrate my factless autobiography, my lifeless history. These are my Confessions, and if in them I say nothing, it's because I have nothing to say.
I was born in a time when the majority of young people had lost faith in God, for the same reason their elders had had it — without knowing why.
For those few like me who live without knowing how to have life, what's left but renunciation as our way and contemplation as our destiny?
I see life as a roadside inn where I have to stay until the coach from the abyss pulls up. Night will fall on us all and the coach will pull up. I enjoy the breeze I'm given and the soul I was given to enjoy it with, and I no longer question or seek.
Sadly I write in my quiet room, alone as I have always been, alone as I will always be. And I wonder if my apparently negligible voice might not embody the essence of thousands of voices, the longing for self-expression of thousands of lives, the patience of millions of souls resigned like my own to their daily lot, their useless dreams, and their hopeless hopes.
To express something is to conserve its virtue and take away its terror.
I'd woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.
The mere thought of having to enter into contact with someone else makes me nervous. A simple invitation to have dinner with a friend produces an anguish in me that's hard to define. The idea of any social obligation whatsoever — attending a funeral, dealing with someone about an office matter, going to the station to wait for someone I know or don't know — the very idea disturbs my thoughts for an entire day, and sometimes I even start worrying the night before, so that I sleep badly. When it takes place, the dreaded encounter is utterly insignificant, justifying none of my anxiety, but the next time is no different.
How katsuobushi — Japanese dried bonito, said to be the world's hardest food — is made in Nishi-Izu, Japan.
Inside Kanesa Katsuobushi Shoten, a workshop founded in 1882, 5th-generation craftsman Yasuhisa Serizawa still uses the 200-year-old "tebiyama" hand-fired smoke-drying method which only a few manufacturers in Japan preserve.
It involves digging a vertical hole about two meters deep, burning firewood (raw wood from Izu: oak, sawtooth oak, cherry, etc.) in the bottom of the hole.
Fresh bonito, first filleted, then boiled for 90 minutes, is then smoked and dried over the high temperature of the hand-tended open wood flame.
It is then fermented with koji mold and sun-dried for at least six months until the fish becomes as hard as wood and shines like a jewel.
This method of making dried bonito flakes has been used in the Tago district of West Izu for centuries, and its history is said to date back about 300 years (to the Edo period).
More here.
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I've long since lost count of how many times I've fallen on the sidewalk while running or in-line skating.
One thing most of these falls have in common is that impact of the head of my right fibula with concrete results in an abrasion and bleeding.
It's always the right, never the left, because long ago I practiced falling on sidewalks while skating at high speed in order to acquire muscle memory that would reactively turn my forward movement into a practiced roll onto my right upper arm and side.
Up top, the damage from my most recent fall, which occurred six days ago.
News travels slowly to bojHQ here in Podunkville: turns out this emoji was approved back in 2021.
You could look it up.
From Emojipedia: "This emoji uses an established comic book trope where a dashed or dotted outline represents a character who is hidden or invisible."
Typical Meanings & Usage:
• Feeling Invisible or Ignored: Used when someone feels overlooked, left out, or blending into the background.
• Desire to Disappear: Expresses feeling overwhelmed, introverted, or wanting to quietly slide out of a situation.
• Feeling "Meh" or Depressed: Conveys isolation, sadness, or a flat, unenthusiastic mood.
Professor Red Adair, presiding.
This 1968 film, starring John Wayne as Red Adair and made with the assistance of Adair and his team, is truly a piece of work.
Wayne said, "I've made a lot of action movies, but never one as exciting as 'Hellfighters.'"
Basic principle of putting out an oil well fire: starve it of oxygen and it'll go out.
To do this, however, requires an exquisitely choreographed, individually tailored series of very high risk maneuvers which include:
1) Directing heavy streams of water at the fire while removing all metal and debris from the wellhead.
2) Placing a large quantity of nitroglycerin wrapped in asbestos cloth under heavy irrigation by high pressure/volume hoses directly over the wellhead with a long-armed crane.
3) Exiting the cabin of the crane and running like hell away from the well and jumping into a ditch to avoid the explosion that will ensue once the water stops wetting the asbestos and the wellhead fire ignites the explosives, the subsequent bang sucking up all the available oxygen (if everything went according to plan) and putting out the fire, leaving just the oil gushing out.
4) Quickly moving a cap into position, aligning it on the wellhead and securing it, then closing off the flow. Special attention is paid to not creating a spark which could immolate the men at the wellhead in a Texas minute.
You could do a lot worse for $3.99 (on YouTube).
That's the conclusion of researchers Joan Meyers-Levy and Rui Zhu of the University of Minnesota's Carlson School of Management.
In a paper published in the the Journal of Consumer Research, they suggested that the way a person thinks and acts is, indeed, affected by ceiling height.
Meyers-Levy, quoted in the Financial Times, said, "When a person is in a space with a 10-foot ceiling, they will tend to think more freely, more abstractly, whereas a person in a room with an 8-foot ceiling will be more likely to focus on specifics."
Here's David Ruth's article on the findings, published in Innovations Report.
For years contractors, real estate agents, and event planners have said that whether building, buying or planning an event, a higher or vaulted ceiling is always better. Are they right? Until now there has been no real evidence that ceiling height has any influence or advantage with consumers.
But research by Joan Meyers-Levy, a professor of marketing at the University of Minnesota Carlson School of Management, suggests that the way people think and act is affected by ceiling height.
Meyers-Levy and co-author Rui (Juliet) Zhu, assistant professor of marketing at the Sauder School of Business, University of British Columbia and a Carlson doctoral alum, found that, depending on the situation, ceiling height will benefit or impair consumer responses. Their paper, "The Influence of Ceiling Height: The Effect of Priming on the Type of Processing People Use," was published in the Journal of Consumer Research.
"When a person is in a space with a 10-foot ceiling, they will tend to think more freely, more abstractly," said Meyers-Levy. "They might process more abstract connections between objects in a room, whereas a person in a room with an 8-foot ceiling will be more likely to focus on specifics."
The research demonstrates that variations in ceiling height can evoke concepts that, in turn, affect how consumers process information. The authors theorized that when reasonably salient, a higher versus a lower ceiling can stimulate the concepts of freedom versus confinement, respectively. This causes people to engage in either more free-form, abstract thinking or more detail-specific thought. Thus, depending on what the task at hand requires, the consequences of the ceiling could be positive or negative.
“Depending on the activity or the desired outcome, ceiling height can make a big difference in how the consumer processes the information presented,” says Meyers-Levy.
This work has important implications for retailers of all types who are faced with consumers whose thought processes might influence what products they buy, how they process point-of-purchase information, and even sales persuasion strategies. Careful attention to this important design aspect of retail spaces can pay off for those with one eye on the ceiling and the other on the bottom line.
The Moving Image Archive is a collection of over 120,000 clips from almost 2,300 archival films drawn from public domain collections.
The internet is full of forgotten films, and this archive is a growing library of that collection. When synthetic footage can now fabricate the past, preserving verifiable history matters more than ever.
Reading it made me want to run down to 7-Eleven and get a loaf.
It appeared in the April 25, 2007 New York Times Dining section, and follows.
I believe in God, organic produce, and sustainable foods. I believe that an apple purchased in a Greenmarket will always be better for me than one purchased at a supermarket, even though it may look like a potato with a skin condition.
I will also pay a fortune for almost anything called heirloom or artisanal, knowing that some dedicated soul devoted more attention to a Camembert in a week than most mothers do their own children.
Handmade. Individual. Nurtured. Can't beat it, right?
Well, sometimes, I think you can. Into every life some Kraft Singles, Hostess Snoballs and Snickers bars must fall. Could you possibly substitute a wedge of that pampered Camembert for a workaday Kraft Single on a tuna melt? Never. And equal only to the fetishistic satisfaction of eating the filling of an Oreo before you eat the cookie is peeling the Snoball's coconut-sprinkled dome of marshmallow from the chocolate cupcake beneath it and saving its creamy center for last.
These products are sui generis in our great American culture where variety rules; you can't find a real substitute for any of them. Mallomars are health food compared with Snoballs, a Milky Way is only a Snickers denuded of protein and as for orange-colored cheese food, once you've grown up with it, you'll be hungry for it until the day it kills you. Which is why, all agricultural improvements aside, the taste memory of anyone over 30 cannot be satisfied by Greenmarkets alone.
So I believe there is still an argument to be made for sodium stearoyl lactylate, dicalcium phosphate, ammonium sulfate, and ammonium chloride — and not just for cleaning the bathroom. I'm talking Wonder Bread here.
Builds strong bodies 12 ways, remember? For bodies that are already built, the label's not even that scary — once you get past those ammoniums. No cholesterol. No trans fats. No saturated, polyunsaturated, or monounsaturated fats. Fiber? Well, O.K. Less than one gram.
But ever since I took a tour of a Wonder Bread factory in third grade and they gave us each a package of two fresh slices, which we wolfed down on the bus home, it has been love. Certainly, peanut butter and jelly is the echt Wonder Bread sandwich, the jelly staining the bread like church windows. A close second was my mother's tuna fish sandwich.
And while we're at it, let’s hear it for the glories of white food! Remember the old days, before chicken salad turned into fruit salad (Raisins? Grapes? Nuts? Why?), and it was only finely diced white meat chicken, Hellmann's mayonnaise, salt, pepper, and maybe some finely diced celery? Fine dice has never been my talent, so I run out of patience after the chicken and skip the celery. This simple salad, bound by the inimitable seal Hellmann's makes with the bread, yields perfect triangles of gourmet spackle. I defy you to eat just one.
My mother knew a woman who used to make thin sandwiches of cream cheese and Swiss cheese on Wonder Bread. You can't eat just one of those, either. I knew a woman who lived in Chicago who used a cookie cutter to make circles of Wonder bread, then mounded them with cream cheese and crowned them with caviar. If she had offered, I would have moved in.
Note to the uninitiated: bars of Philadelphia cream cheese must be banned in the presence of Wonder Bread. It's Temp Tee Whipped out of the fridge for at least 15 minutes or bust. Because when you tear a slice, couldn't you just cry?
As I write this, a loaf of Wonder Bread sits beside me, growing steadily smaller. For a mass-produced product, what a delicate creation! I've left a half-eaten piece on my desk for 20 minutes and it has already gone stale. One bite, though, and the heat of my mouth melted it right back to freshness. No, I don't find that scary. I find it magical.
Which brings me to another point: to toast fresh Wonder Bread is a crime against nature. The fresh Wonder Bread experience, something like eating Play-Doh shot through with air and flavored with milk, cannot be truly appreciated when it assumes a form other than squishy. (Except perhaps as French toast when the edges get delectably crispy.)
The squishiness does have a downside, however, as I discovered as a kid, when we used it as bait. I remember balling up slices of Wonder Bread to stick on fish hooks, which worked brilliantly — until the fish started flopping around my feet, which was perfectly awful. After that I made sure to pretend to put the bread on the hook but ate it instead. The fish and I were both happier.
Anyway, don't get me wrong. I'm genuinely glad about the progress being made in the culinary world, and I'm grateful that our daily diets are improving thanks to the tireless efforts of local farmers and obsessive compulsives who have chosen heritage pork as their final frontier instead of space. I salute them.
All I'm saying is that sometimes, people, you've still got to remember the wonder.
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Glass artist Paul Stankard, whose delicately crafted paperweights are displayed in museums around the world, died October 6, 2026 at 83. In this April 26, 2015 "Sunday Morning" report, Martha Teichner visited Stankard at his New Jersey studio, where the self-taught paperweight making master demonstrated his remarkable process creating a tiny world of nature from glass.
