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daily 03/08/2014

    • AT&T said Saturday it will now offer customers with one or two lines the option of a two gigabyte shared data plan, starting with one line for $65 per month. That’s $15 less than the current price.

       

      The reduction applies to AT&T’s Mobile Share Value plans — no-contract plans for which customers either pay full price for a phone or bring their own device.

    • The outreach will come – Strong’s already contacted Dell Children’s Medical Center about making frequent visits — but Strong also must address a pressing goal: Get to know his team. He’s spent minimal time with players since taking the job, which makes him eager to start spring practice the week after next.
    • Texas will open camp with quarterbacks David Ash, who missed most of last season with multiple concussions, and Tyrone Swoopes. USC transfer Max Wittek is expected to visit a practice with his mother, according to a source, possibly a final step before commitment.
    • “I walked into a situation that’s almost like someone gave you the keys to the car,” Strong said. “You can do a little work on it but I don’t have to do a lot of work where you’re going to waste all of your money fixing this car up. I know I have big shoes to follow, but I have a chance to follow someone that left a program in great shape.”
    • Strong wasn’t ready for that pressure-cooker a year ago, in part because he didn’t want to leave Louisville after three seasons. He was embedded, he said. He had told Tennessee no in 2012. He didn’t want to leave players he just recruited. Once the UT job arose after year four, even a few trusted Louisville players told him, ‘Coach, you have to do that. You have to take that job.’”
    • “When there’s been so much tradition there, you’d like to see it continue on. That’s my feeling on it. I’d love to play it.”
    • “You’d like to play it in a netural site somewhere, where every year it’s in that spot, whether it’s Houston or Dallas,” Strong said.
    • You guys really don’t see what Strong is doing with this aggy thing, do you? He’s throwing it out there fully knowing Sumlin and aggy don’t want the game to come back now. Now aggy and Sumlin have to answer the question about the rivalry being renewed.
  • tags: jobs

    • The team didn’t publish any information on the mummies’ racial or ethnic origins, saying that the data on the issue was incomplete. But that didn’t stop others from speculating. A Swiss genealogy company named IGENEA issued a press release based on a blurry screen-grab from the Discovery documentary. It claimed that the colored peaks on the computer screen proved that Tutankhamun belonged to an ancestral line, or haplogroup, called R1b1a2, that is rare in modern Egypt but common in western Europeans.
    • While some worried about a Jewish connection, the argument over whether the king was black or white has inflamed fanatics worldwide
    • Far-right groups have used blood group data to claim that the ancient Egyptians were in fact Nordic, while others have been desperate to define the pharaohs as black African.
    • If you’re really into fish and unprotected sex, this is the movie for you.
    • Skarsgaard: What you were doing when you walked down that [train] corridor—you were reading the river!
    • Gainsbourg says, “Perhaps the only difference between me and other people is that I’ve always demanded more from the sunset,” so I threw my brain in a river and a fish ate it.
    • Skarsgaard: What did you rebel against?

       

      Gainsbourg: Love.

    • Skarsgaard says, “You can’t fight a lion and blow the noses of your children at the same time.” TECHNICALLY TRUE.
  • tags: crm

    • Frazer’s Golden Bough and Miss Murray’s Witch-Cult in Western   Europe.
    • That   cult would never die till the stars came right again, and the secret   priests would take great Cthulhu from His tomb to revive His subjects   and resume His rule of earth.
    • II.   The Tale of Inspector Legrasse.
    • Only poetry or madness   could do justice to the noises heard by Legrasse’s men as they ploughed   on through the black morass toward the red glare and muffled tom-toms.
    • The great stone city R’lyeh, with its monoliths   and sepulchres, had sunk beneath the waves; and the deep waters, full   of the one primal mystery through which not even thought can pass, had   cut off the spectral intercourse.
    • Of   the cult, he said that he thought the centre lay amid the pathless desert   of Arabia, where Irem, the City of Pillars, dreams hidden and untouched.
    • Those Old Ones   were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea; but their dead bodies   had told their secrets in dreams to the first men, who formed a cult   which had never died.
    • Cthulhu, from his dark house in the mighty city of R’lyeh under the   waters, should rise and bring the earth again beneath his sway.
    • Meanwhile no more   must be told. There was a secret which even torture could not extract.   Mankind was not absolutely alone among the conscious things of earth,   for shapes came out of the dark to visit the faithful few.
    • No one could read the old writing now,   but things were told by word of mouth.
    • The chanted ritual was not the   secret – that was never spoken aloud, only whispered. The chant meant   only this: “In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.”
    • All denied a part in the ritual murders, and   averred that the killing had been done by Black Winged Ones which had   come to them from their immemorial meeting-place in the haunted wood.
    • Old Castro remembered   bits of hideous legend that paled the speculations of theosophists and   made man and the world seem recent and transient indeed.
    • The feverish interest   aroused at the meeting by Legrasse’s tale, corroborated as it was by   the statuette, is echoed in the subsequent correspondence of those who   attended; although scant mention occurs in the formal publications of   the society.
    • They and   their subconscious residuum had influenced his art profoundly, and he   shewed me a morbid statue whose contours almost made me shake with the   potency of its black suggestion.
    • He talked of his   dreams in a strangely poetic fashion; making me see with terrible vividness   the damp Cyclopean city of slimy green stone – whose geometry,   he oddly said, was all wrong
    • I felt sure that I was on the track of a very   real, very secret, and very ancient religion whose discovery would make   me an anthropologist of note. My attitude was still one of absolute   materialism, as l wish it still were,
    • One thing I began   to suspect, and which I now fear I know, is that my uncle’s death was   far from natural.
    • Legrasse and his men,   it is true, have been let alone; but in Norway a certain seaman who   saw things is dead.
    • I think   Professor Angell died because he knew too much, or because he was likely   to learn too much.
    • III.   The Madness from the Sea
    • It had escaped even the   cutting bureau which had at the time of its issuance been avidly collecting   material for my uncle’s research.
    • MYSTERY   DERELICT FOUND AT SEA
    • The living man was clutching a horrible stone idol of unknown   origin, about foot in height, regarding whose nature authorities at   Sydney University, the Royal Society, and the Museum in College Street   all profess complete bafflement, and which the survivor says he found   in the cabin of the yacht, in a small carved shrine of common pattern.
    • The next day, it   appears, they raised and landed on a small island, although none is   known to exist in that part of the ocean; and six of the men somehow   died ashore, though Johansen is queerly reticent about this part of   his story, and speaks only of their falling into a rock chasm.
    • Here were new treasuries of data on the Cthulhu   Cult, and evidence that it had strange interests at sea as well as on   land.
    • Was I tottering on the brink of cosmic horrors beyond man’s power to   bear?
    • In Auckland I learned that Johansen had   returned with yellow hair turned white after a perfunctory and   inconclusive questioning at Sydney, and had thereafter sold his cottage   in West Street and sailed with his wife to his old home in Oslo.
    • “They had come from the stars, and had brought Their images with Them.”
    • Johansen’s address, I discovered, lay   in the Old Town of King Harold Haardrada, which kept alive the name   of Oslo during all the centuries that the greater city masqueraded as   “Christiana.
    • During   a walk rough a narrow lane near the Gothenburg dock, a bundle of papers   falling from an attic window had knocked him down. Two Lascar sailors   at once helped him to his feet, but before the ambulance could reach   him he was dead.
    • Persuad-g the widow that my   connexion with her husband’s “technical matters” was sufficient to entitle   me to his manuscript, I bore the document away and began to read it   on the London boat.
    • Johansen, thank   God, did not know quite all, even though he saw the city and the Thing,   but I shall never sleep calmly again when I think of the horrors that   lurk ceaselessly behind life in time and in space, and of those unhallowed   blasphemies from elder stars which dream beneath the sea, known and   favoured by a nightmare cult ready and eager to loose them upon the   world whenever another earthquake shall heave their monstrous stone   city again to the sun and air.
    • There was some peculiarly   abominable quality about them which made their destruction seem almost   a duty, and Johansen shews ingenuous wonder at the charge of ruthlessness   brought against his party during the proceedings of the court of inquiry.
    • in S. Latitude 47°9′, W. Longitude l23°43′, come upon a   coastline of mingled mud, ooze, and weedy Cyclopean masonry which can   be nothing less than the tangible substance of earth’s supreme terror   – the nightmare corpse-city of R’lyeh, that was built in measureless   aeons behind history by the vast, loathsome shapes that seeped down   from the dark stars.
    • He said that the geometry of the dream-place   he saw was abnormal, non-Euclidean, and loathsomely redolent of spheres   and dimensions apart from ours. Now an unlettered seaman felt the same   thing whilst gazing at the terrible reality
    • crazily elusive   angles of carven rock where a second glance shewed concavity after the   first shewed convexity.
    • The aperture was   black with a darkness almost material. That tenebrousness was indeed   a positive quality; for it obscured such parts of the inner walls   as ought to have been revealed, and actually burst forth like smoke   from its aeon-long imprisonment, visibly darkening the sun as it slunk   away into the shrunken and gibbous sky on flapping membraneous wings.
    • The stars were right again, and what an age-old cult had failed   to do by design, a band of innocent sailors had done by accident.
    • Steam had not been   suffered to go down entirely, despite the departure of all hands for   the shore; and it was the work of only a few moments of feverish rushing   up and down between wheel and engines to get the Alert under   way.
    • God in heaven! – the scattered plasticity of that nameless sky-spawn   was nebulously recombining in its hateful original form, whilst   its distance widened every second as the Alert gained impetus   from its mounting steam.
    • Death would   be a boon if only it could blot out the memories.
    • Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has   sunk may rise.

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