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What Do You Do At 11:36 PM In Minneapolis?

You filter through the last few days at BoingBoing and post the stuff you're interested in reading later!

Check out this page of rice-paddy-art! With careful application of different varieties of rice, these farmers transcend the boundaries of their craft!

Marvel!!! At the President's grandfather's attempted coup of FDR!!!

Here's a cool video-mashup of two of my favorite things: Stop-motion animation and Long-exposure night-time photography!

When Sarah was in New Zealand, Flight of the Conchords performed for her group thanks to ...not nepotism, as I understand, but rather connections. Here they are performing their signature hit, Bowie's In Space.

Flying makes me crazy. Here's the president of the Airline Pilots Security Alliance explaining why the system we're operating with is inadequate and insecure. Sarah and I have been doing a lot of flying in the past few years, and it seems like every time we set foot in an airport the bullshit gets thicker to wade through. Not only is is infuriating and undignified to be treated like cattle, the "security" procedures in place are almost completely useless at their stated goal: Protecting people from terrorism.

Sarah and Areca have returned from Girls' Night Out! Here's the last of my links, before Areca reclaims her bedroom/computer area:

Christians United For Israel, featuring (for some reason) Joe Lieberman!

Cats!!! It's from the Smithsonian, so it's gotta be true!

Finally, a link to a series of performances by the Talking Heads, greatest rock band of all time! Yes, Virginia, there is justice in the world.

That's it from Minneapolis, at least for tonight! Good night, hipsters and hangers-on; there will be no encore.

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