boonAdogAgleAAAAA /bundgl, -dgl/ [boon-dog-uhl, -daw-guhl]
noun, verb, -gled, -gling.
1.AAA a product of simple manual skill, as a plaited leather cord for the neck or a knife sheath, made typically by a camper or a scout.
2.AAA work of little or no value done merely to keep or look busy.
3.AAA a project funded by the federal government out of political favoritism that is of no real value to the community or the nation.
-verb (used with object)
4.AAA to deceive or attempt to deceive: to boondoggle investors into a low-interest scheme.
-verb (used without object)
5.AAA to do work of little or no practical value merely to keep or look busy.
[Origin: 1930-35, Americanism; said to have been coined by R. H. Link, American scoutmaster, as name for def. 1]
In a sentence (of course):
"Damn, Beantown, this place is a mess"
-"Yeah, son, ya’ll cats really been gettin’ boondoggled in the buttox."
As a web developer, Ia€™m constantly struggling with the concept of feature creep. Feature creep is when the developer keeps adding features to the software to the point that the core product starts to lose ita€™s focus. The software slowly becomes less elegant and very un-simple, which is a developera€™s worst nightmare.
The beautiful "Story of Manataka" contains a great deal of fact and some speculation mixed with a healthy dose of mystery. One of the most extraordinary mysteries of the account told by this writer, is about the "Crystal Cave"
"…It is said by the grandfathers that seven holy caves were on the sacred mountain. The center cave is made of magnificent shining crystal encoded with messages of the star people. Inside the crystal cave are seven crystal cones set on a crystal altar and each containing secret messages and seven shields."
What do ya’ll think about genetically modified and synthetic foods? http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=2810030712910808186
CHICAGO, Nov. 1 a€" Russiaa€™s Islam Timuriev qualified for the 2008 Olympics by beating Michael Hunter 22-15 in their quarter-final bout at the World Boxing Championships on Thursday. Chicago was awarded the boxing championships because the original host Russia failed to meet the international requirements. (AFP)
Our favorite rap group’s last interview.
Two miles off Oak Street Beach, in the Carter H. Harrison Water Intake Crib, the phone rings. The chef looks up from his notebook, glances at the caller ID, and turns instead to a glass bong half filled with a corked a€™82 Petrus. He fires it up and takes a long pull on the tube.
a€oeI used to smoke during service a lot,a€A says Albert Da€™Angelo. a€oeTotally irresponsible. But it helps with menu planning. Opens the doors of perception.a€A
If youa€™ve never heard of Da€™Angelo, he doesna€™t care. The 13 two-tops his designers jimmied into the cramped 108-year-old cylindrical water collection facility are booked for the opening on Tuesday, April 1, and every night thereafter for two months. The voice-mail box has been full since the day the unpublished phone number for Crib went active in late February. If the call is coming from a local area code, he doesna€™t even bother answering.
Da€™Angelo, the 24-year-old son of a New York Stock Exchange trader, embarked on his meteoric culinary career seven years ago, after dropping out of his Upper East Side private school. His father, a habitual restaurant junkie who a€oecollects reservations the way some people collect elephant tusks,a€A called in a favor and laid down the lawa€"either his wayward son took a job washing dishes at the Mario Batali flagship Babbo, where Dad was a regular, or he was out on the street. Three weeks later Da€™Angelo turned in his dishrag and parlayed his brief stint at the sink into a series of stages in the restaurants of telegenic figurehead chefs like Rocco DiSpirito and Bobby Flay. a€oeI told people I worked the pass at Babbo for three years. It was surprising how easy it was to get in,a€A he says. He kept his eyes open, grabbed every chance he could to work prep, and muscled or bribed his way onto the line. a€oeIf I had to call INS on some line cook who got territorial about his station,a€A he says, a€oeI would.a€A
But Da€™Angelo felt the lack of face time with his bosses was inhibiting his progress, and he quit just as the itinerant underground restaurant craze was kicking off in Manhattan. a€oeI realized I could cook for people who appreciated me without taking orders from some asshole sous chef with half my chops and no hope of ever rising out of the galley,a€A he says. [read the rest]
As far as I can tell, this is real - an elephant painting a picture of an elephant. Sure, they probably trained it to do that - but whatEVER ninjas, I know humans who can’t be trained to paint that well…
Soon, elephant portraits will be all the rage - you’ll see.
(sorry to you non mac users)
everyone else - double-click to play!