And Now For Something Completely Different…

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by hilzoy

(Via ack ack ack) Guess what this is?

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That’s right: a knitted version of the human digestive system! If you look closely, you can see that it has all its parts; or you could go here and see more pictures, with the gall bladder et al. conveniently labeled.

The person who knitted it said: “I spent way too much time sitting in Evo-Devo class thinking, it’s a tube, isn’t it?”

Consider this an open thread.

16 thoughts on “And Now For Something Completely Different…”

  7. I suppose a few diverticuli would have been too much to ask for. You know…somethin’ for us older folks to identify with.

  8. speaking of guts, how bout that Harry Reid!
    finally, a little Senate action that doesn’t involve wondering how the Dems are gonna get beat up this time.

  12. At first glance, I thought maybe archaeologists had discovered another plate of fossilized Chinese noodles.

  13. Sadly, given the recent popularity of this, I thought maybe it was a knitted version of the killer entrails from Dead Alive. Sadly, no.

  14. Since it’s an open thread, I’ll say that the one story I’ve posted in the last two weeks I’d most like people to read is Fall Of The Warrior King. It’s long, but it’s worth it. Trust me. And if 3 people tell me it wasn’t, I’ll apologize.
    Beginning of the linked story:

    The body had not yet turned up. Indeed, at that point, early in January 2004, it wasn’t clear there was a body at all. Months later, at the trial, the lawyers would still be arguing about it, the puffy, wrinkled corpse that was finally found floating face down in an irrigation canal off the Tigris. But even then, even before the dead man surfaced, it was clear that something had gone wrong on that cold Iraqi night down by the river, something wild by the American military’s standards of discipline and force, and the problem had wended its way up the chain of command to the unit’s commander, Lt. Col. Nathan Sassaman.

    You can read my excerpts to get a sense of the story, but please read the whole thing, not just my bits and pieces from the front end. Thanks.

  15. Open thread…. hmmmmmmm. What I learned today:

    Human Rights Watch and Amnesty International have discovered that there are currently at least 2,225 people incarcerated in the United States who have been sentenced to spend the rest of their lives in prison for crimes they committed as children.
    […]
    The public may believe that children who receive life without parole sentences are “super-predators” with long records of vicious crimes. In fact, an estimated 59 percent received the sentence for their first-ever criminal conviction. Sixteen percent were between thirteen and fifteen years old at the time they committed their crimes. While the vast majority were convicted of murder, an estimated 26 percent were convicted of felony murder in which the teen participated in a robbery or burglary during which a co-participant committed murder, without the knowledge or intent of the teen. Racial disparities are marked. Nationwide, the estimated rate at which black youth receive life without parole sentences (6.6 per 10,000) is ten times greater than the rate for white youth (0.6 per 10,000).
    […]
    Youth are told that they will die in prison and are left to wrestle with the anger and emotional turmoil of coming to grips with that fact. They are denied educational, vocational, and other programs to develop their minds and skills because access to those programs is typically restricted to prisoners who will someday be released, and for whom rehabilitation therefore remains a goal.

  16. “”I wish there were more people who knew about nation-building,” Sassaman told me one night. “Don’t they have those people at the State Department?”
    Oh, man. Oh, man. Thanks for the heads up, Gary. I missed that story; it’s definitely worth it.
    Today Bloomberg reports on some of the concerns on “Heckuva Job” Brownie’s mind during Katrina.

    ” “If you’ll look at my lovely FEMA attire you’ll really vomit,” Brown wrote to colleagues the morning of Aug. 29, the day the storm hit the Gulf Coast. “I am a fashion god.””

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