Amusing and relevant autocorrection!, originally uploaded by Dave Schumaker.
Oh, man. I think I have a morbid sense of humor.
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Amusing and relevant autocorrection!, originally uploaded by Dave Schumaker.
Oh, man. I think I have a morbid sense of humor.
This picture instantly makes my palms sweat and my feet tingle.

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[via Weird Friends]
I recently stumbled across a 1997 article from Outside Magazine on what itās like to freeze to death. Canāt say that it sounds too enjoyable.
At 85 degrees (core body temperature), those freezing to death, in a strange, anguished paroxysm, often rip off their clothes. This phenomenon, known as paradoxical undressing, is common enough that urban hypothermia victims are sometimes initially diagnosed as victims of sexual assault. Though researchers are uncertain of the cause, the most logical explanation is that shortly before loss of consciousness, the constricted blood vessels near the bodyās surface suddenly dilate and produce a sensation of extreme heat against the skin.
All you know is that youāre burning. You claw off your shell and pile sweater and fling them away.
This is pretty brilliant! I picked one of these GRID-IT organizers up today thanks to this LifeHacker post.
These are all things that are floating around in my bag anyway (and cluttering things up), so itās nice to finally have a way to organize them!
So, what do we have here?
Now I just need a way to easily keep track of one of my various cameras, and Iām all set!
Speaking of people with large balls, a drunken Serbian man killed a shark by jumping on its head.
āDragan climbed on the jumping board, told me to hold his beer and simply ran to jump. There was no time for me to react or to try to stop him, he just went for itā says Milovan. āDragan jumped high and plunged down to the sea, but didnāt make as much splash as we thought he wouldā, explained Milovan.
The reason could be because Dragan Stevic ended up jumping straight on the shark which was lurking near the beach, probably looking for its next victim. Dragan had nailed it right in the head, killing it instantly. The Egyptian police found the shark washed out on the beach that morning.
Dragan was able to swim to the shore and told his friends he had twisted his ankle, telling them the water was not that soft. The water is soft buddy, you just landed on a shark. At the moment, the fearless hero is in a hospital recovering from alcohol poisoning. After Dragan gets well, he will get a chance to have some more drinks as the resort had awarded the Serb tourist with a free vacation for his heroic deed.
Part of me thinks this is some sort of fake story, but part of me really, really wants it to be true.
[Via Geekologie]
The Justin Bieber of bullfighting?
I can say for a fact, this is something I never considered doing as a kid.
Though he stands just four feet tenāshort, even for a kid who is about to turn 13āMichelito has become internationally renowned for his exploits in the ring. By his own estimate, he has already put the sword to 300 bulls. Ask him if he remembers his first kill and he says, āIt was October 27, 2005, in my motherās home state of Tabasco. I was 6 years old.ā Four years later he tried to set a Guinness World Record for novice bullfighters (novilleros) by slaying six bulls in a single appearanceāand succeeded, but Guinness refused to recognize it. (āWe do not accept records based on the killing or harming of animals,ā its website explained.) This past June, Michelito became the youngest matador ever to perform in the worldās largest bullfighting arena; he was such a hit that he was invited back in August.
[Via Daily Dish]
I watched āRestrepoā earlier this evening after a friendās recommendation to me. Itās a fantastically done documentary that follows an Army unit over the course of a year long deployment in Afghanistanās Korangal Valley. Itās pretty raw and heart-wrenching, but itās a fascinating look into the war and what itās doing to the people weāre sending over there.
Also, I recently read a piece by Brian Mockenhaupt, writing for The Atlantic, following the deployment of another Army unit in the Arghandab Valley (āThe Devilās Playgroundā) region of Afghanistan. Itās equally raw and shares some of the unimaginable horrors of the war.
A thunderclap rocked the tree line, and the concussion punched our ears and rolled through our chests. Beside us, along the canal, a cloud of smoke and dirt billowed 100 feet into the air, far above the trees, against a cloudless blue sky. āIED! IED! IED!ā a soldier barked over the radio. Knollinger, leading the element along the road, ran into the field between the road and the canal, toward the explosion, yelling into the hand mike clipped to his vest. āI need a sitrep! I need a sitrep!ā Soldiers answered, one by one, save for the two snipers with the patrol. āViper 4,ā Knollinger said. āAre you okay? Viper 4!ā Sgt. Christopher Rush responded, dazed, his voice slow. āNo, Iām not okay.ā Beside him, his partner, Specialist Christopher Moon, lay in a crater five feet wide and two feet deep, his legs missing.
In 2002, I went on a geology field trip to the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. Before hiking into the canyon, I took a shot of our class hiking down into the canyon with an old Olympus C-3000Z point and shoot (a crazy, 3.2 megapixes).
Recently, a publisher contacted me to license the photo for the cover of a geology textbook. After negotiating a price, I happily agreed! The featured photo is below:
Interestingly enough, a former girlfriend who was on the same trip (not in this frame), would proclaim a number of months later that I was a āpoor photographer.ā Hah, itās ironic that this particular image ended up being licensed!