I own a little cottage on the coast of France. "Which coast?" you ask, and well you might. I might too, since I don't know ( Read more... )

I need an iPhone that has a tiny hand, no more than an inch long. The hand should extend on a thin rod, and the phone's camera should track my hand to control the iHandi fingers. No boxing should be supported. I need to pick up increasingly tiny pebbles, dust, soot, and germs. Force-feedback should prevent unintended crushing of desirable germs. ( Read more... )

I never mastered the art of illusion. Never even apprenticed, really. Or is the real me faking off and I wouldn't know? Only my hairdresser knows for sure ( Read more... )

The ratio in our neighborhood has shifted noticeably towards the songbird part of the spectrum over the past month ( Read more... )

It is never calculated the way you might think ( Read more... )

It is today. It is today, 2009. You are reading this using a computer. You are right there reading. You have a keyboard.

How can you not write what you think? How can you not learn what somebody else thinks?

What holds you back? Are you worried someone will learn what you think?

What do you think ( Read more... )

Alfred hammered nails into his desk until the entire codebase was built. "Wham," he said softly to his hammer, peering at the round flat interface between metal mass and tiny nail. There were no marks. It was hard like solid, not hard like complicated ( Read more... )

At first glance, the API doc says the method name as "sortOf ( Read more... )

Up on the fence post beside the latest shreds of fur rubbed off by Cow in her pursuit of happiness, the mosquitoes were having a ten second strategy roundtable to work on their next food runs ( Read more... )

In the corner office, a swarm of children slaps paint all over the windows one palm at a time. Floor to ceiling, a stretch standing on the chairs and little jumps. The light inside is pastel, shades of a cathedral's stained glass, autumn leaves in the breeze ( Read more... )