Weekly Web Harvest for 2018-11-18
- Photos: The Ubiquity of Smartphones – The Atlantic
Worth looking at.
from David C
I ended up talking to David on the bus from the Medical Campus to Monroe Park. We started off talking a bit about cameras. From there I found out David has six children. Four of those children are adopted. He believes strongly in trying to do good in the world and this is part of that effort. David’s a very devout Christian and referenced God repeatedly in our conversation. He did it in a way that seemed very natural. We talked a bit about how much children learn from their parents and their actions even when that isn’t the intent. David talked about how he teaches a course and on radiology transportation (his current occupation). He talks about starting the class focusing on making good choices and how, with that foundation, everything else can be learned in time. David’s brother died about a year ago in a car accident and was an organ donor. He was there when the hospital called his father to confirm the organ donation. His father couldn’t answer the question and gave the phone to David who agreed that all the organs should be donated except the eyes. “Because the eyes are the windows to the soul.” All in all, a pretty intense and wide-ranging conversation for a short bus ride.
you-draw-it – bl.ocks.org How to do that awesome draw/predict the chart interactive piece from NYT Where To Catch Me For personal reasons, I stopped accepting ordinary speaking engagements in August 2002. Your offer will have to be exceptionally interesting to pass my filters. The Final Flight of Martin McNally | Feature | St. Louis News and Events | Riverfront Times But nothing could have prepared McNally for the interference of a young Florissant businessman, David Hanley, who was among the bystanders ogling the drama from the terminal. Hanley did not remain a bystander for long. As the jet taxied down the runway, its massive engines revving in preparation for takeoff, Hanley’s 1971 Cadillac Eldorado crashed through the runway’s perimeter, battering through a fence at 80 miles per hour on a collision course with Flight 119. The plane, heavy with fuel, was essentially a bomb with wings. Over the intercom, the captain’s voice crackled with panic. “Oh my god, there’s a vehicle on the runway!”