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I’m thinking, a little oil (ok, a lot of oil), some garlic….

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To the Moon!

WASHINGTON (Reuters) — NASA unveiled plans on Monday to return humans to the moon by 2018 at a cost of $100 billion.

President Bush’s plan to send Americans back to the moon by 2020 and eventually on to Mars has drawn skepticism since its unveiling in January 2004, less than a year after the February 1, 2003, shuttle Columbia disaster.

“The President is proving again that he has a strong and unambiguous plan for the past,” said Scott McClellan. Then he muttered, “shit. I knew I’d do that. I meant plan for the future.”

The President was quick to call a press conference around a perceived ‘positive’ move by his administration. “My plan - actually developed by NASA…I take no responsibility for it except for the vision part - my plan envisions leaping forward into a new era of, uh, well, space. Lookin in space.”

The fact that Americans walked on the moon first in 1969, and last in 1972, seemed to be lost on Bush when asked. “I don’t know about that one, porky,” his nickname for Camy McCormick of CNN. “You’ll have ta ask Cheney about that. In ‘72 I was still drinkin.”

When contacted, Donald Rumsfeld said, “you’re either with us going to the moon, or you’re unamerican. You don’t like the moon mission, we’ll hunt you down and kill you.”

Bush’s plan has Americans landing on the moon in 2018, which will be at least a decade after his long but poorly hidden retardation is made public.

I laughed so hard I think I shit myself a little in my pants.

So, first up is my buddy in Seattle, who’s opened up an online ironworks store called Studio Fe. He makes custom pieces for the discerning homeowner and/or iron fetishist. You can see examples like these:

…at his site. He tells me he should be taking orders in the very near future. Look for him in the upcoming issue of Dwell.

Next up is Ms Leah Kalm, free-lance extreme public health superhero and general gal-about-town. If obscure public health issues or the ongoing saga of dissertation writing are you bag, check her out. She puts the fun back in, um, public health. Or something like that. Anyway, she’s an entertaining writer and fine observer of human nature, so I expect good things from her brand new blog.

all apologies to Icy Hot Stuntaz.

One of my favorite authors, the so-called “father of cyberpunk,” William Gibson wrote a short piece for Wired magazine last month discussing art production, ownership and the link between the two in the creative process:

Today’s audience isn’t listening at all - it’s participating. Indeed, audience is as antique a term as record, the one archaically passive, the other archaically physical. The record, not the remix, is the anomaly today. The remix is the very nature of the digital.

Today, an endless, recombinant, and fundamentally social process generates countless hours of creative product (another antique term?). To say that this poses a threat to the record industry is simply comic. The record industry, though it may not know it yet, has gone the way of the record. Instead, the recombinant (the bootleg, the remix, the mash-up) has become the characteristic pivot at the turn of our two centuries.

As always, Gibson’s insightful and right on the money. Dig it, baby.

And, as an extra blog bonus today, while you’re digging Gibson, check out David Byrne’s podcast. Gibson and Byrne go together like beef tips and awaze sauce.