Anonymous hacks Syrian Ministry of Defense website


From the site:
To the Syrian people: The world stands with you against the brutal regime of Bashar Al-Assad. Know that time and history are on your side - tyrants use violence because they have nothing else, and the more violent they are, the more fragile they become. We salute your determination to be non-violent in the face of the regime's brutality, and admire your willingness to pursue justice, not mere revenge. All tyrants will fall, and thanks to your bravery Bashar Al-Assad is next.

To the Syrian military: You are responsible for protecting the Syrian people, and anyone who orders you to kill women, children, and the elderly deserves to be tried for treason. No outside enemy could do as much damage to Syria as Bashar Al-Assad has done. Defend your country - rise up against the regime! - Anonymous
TW - Ianto

Damn good coffee, and COLD!

From the New York Times:

Recipe: Cold-Brewed Iced Coffee

Published: June 27, 2007

Time: 5 minutes, plus 12 hours’ resting

1/3 cup ground coffee (medium-coarse grind is best)
Milk (optional).

1. In a jar, stir together coffee and 1 1/2 cups water. Cover and let rest at room temperature overnight or 12 hours.

2. Strain twice through a coffee filter, a fine-mesh sieve or a sieve lined with cheesecloth. In a tall glass filled with ice, mix equal parts coffee concentrate and water, or to taste. If desired, add milk.

Yield: Two drinks.

NOTE: To make hot coffee, dilute concentrate one-to-one with water and heat in the microwave.

This stuff is a godsend for those summer-morning commutes. I usually mix the concentrate and water in a pitcher and keep the result in the fridge, ready to be poured into my travel mug. If you take sugar, you might find that you don't need as much in cold-brewed coffee.

HANDY HINT: I put my grounds in extra-large tea bags (available at many Asian groceries), which means I only need to strain once and makes clean-up easier.
SGA - McKay funny face

My life in a nutshell

Number of turntables I owned on Monday: zero.

Number of turntables I owned on Tuesday: two.

Number of pounds I had to haul home by bus: Apparently twice my weight, judging from the complaints my shoulders have been making all day.

Number of turntables I own that can play 78s: hopefully one. The one I unboxed last night can't, unless I've been misinformed and 78s are supposed to spin at the same speed as 33 rpm LP records.
Odilon Redon - Egg

Mother Nature, what a card

A few minutes ago the night shift fled down to the lobby, because it smelled like there was a gas leak on our floor.

Eventually we were forced to accept the explanation of our shift supervisor, MH: it was actually the jackfruit she'd brought as part of her dinner. Apparently, ripe jackfruit smell just like whatever ConEd puts in natural gas to prevent people from being asphyxiated or blown up.

...I kind of want some now. (Jackfruit, not gas.)