The Wacky World of Chris Knight

Digg User Celebration
Thu, April 19, 2007, from 7pm to 11pm 4 hours
444 Jessie, San Francisco, CA, @ Mint St.
http://www.mezzaninesf.com/

Digg is growing like crazy. Come help us celebrate

Come party with Digg in San Francisco Well have live music and plenty of interesting distractions including demonstrations of some cool new visualizations of Digg data, and of course, a message from our founders — Jay Adelson and Kevin Rose.

And guess what? I’ll be there with my laser rig etching the digg logo onto people’s personal electronics! I don’t think I could have paid for the publicity this will bring to my latest project. he he ha ha ho ho

I am way overdue for posting an entry here about my latest project: Ghost Marking

I promise to write something up soon.

-Chris Knight

Study: Alcohol Worse Than Narcotics | TIME
Friday, Mar. 23, 2007 By AP/MARIA CHENG

New “landmark” research finds that alcohol and tobacco are more dangerous than some illegal drugs like marijuana or Ecstasy and should be classified as such in legal systems, according to a new British study.

In research published Friday in The Lancet magazine, Professor David Nutt of Britains Bristol University and colleagues proposed a new framework for the classification of harmful substances, based on the actual risks posed to society. Their ranking listed alcohol and tobacco among the top 10 most dangerous substances.

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This method of ranking drugs will never be accepted by the various governments, because it does not adequately factor in corporate profits, taxes and forcing conservative morality on the general population. Why should we even bother with scientific method when it doesn’t allow for those important factors?

-Chris Knight

Despite the fact that I have his picture and the flag from his funeral on my mantle, I don’t think about my dad often. For many years he wasn’t part of my life, by way of events that he set in motion; and I was in no hurry to let him back-peddle on afterwards. I don’t remember the last time we actually spoke, as our contact during what was unpredictably his final months was limited to an occasional email. And yet, for some strange reason, tonight I find myself sad to the point of tears that I will never be able to talk to him again.

It sucks.