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"Edible Chips"
When I saw this headline on Wired's
list of top technology breakthroughs, I got excited because I
thought maybe some scientists had found a way to make Baked Lays
potato chips palatable. That didn't pan out, but this is pretty
great, too:
Grandma's pillbox with the days of the week neatly marked is set to go high tech. Tiny edible chips will replace the organizer, tracking when patients take their pills (or don't) and monitoring the effects of the drugs they're taking. Proteus, a Redwood City, California, company, has created tiny chips out of silicon grains that, once swallowed, activate in the stomach. The chips send a signal to an external patch that monitors vital parameters such as heart rate, temperature, state of wakefulness or body angle.
The data is then sent to an online repository or a cellphone for the physician and the patient to track. Proteus says its chips can keep score of how patients are responding to the medication. That may be just the beginning, as the chips could improve drug delivery and even insert other kinds of health monitors inside the body....
The chips are still in clinical trials, but this could be a very powerful tool in personalizing medicine. Plus, giving patients online access to all their own data—paired with efforts like Google Health, which makes it easier to create and maintain portable records as well—means it will be easier for patients to leave bad doctors and try a different doc.
Area Code 666|12.26.08 @ 3:02PM|#
καὶ ἵνα μή τις δύνηται ἀγοράσαι ἢ πωλῆσαι εἰ μὴ ὁ ἔχων τὸ
χάραγμα, τὸ ὄνομα τοῦ θηρίου ἢ τὸν ἀριθμὸν τοῦ ὀνόματος αὐτοῦ. Ὧδε
ἡ σοφία ἐστίν· ὁ ἔχων νοῦν ψηφισάτω τὸν ἀριθμὸν τοῦ θηρίου· ἀριθμὸς
γὰρ ἀνθρώπου ἐστί· καὶ ὁ ἀριθμὸς αὐτοῦ χξϛʹ.
And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or
the name of the beast, or the number of his name. Here is wisdom.
Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for
it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore
and six.
|12.26.08 @ 3:14PM|#
for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred
threescore and six
What does Damien have to do with Baked Lays?
robc|12.26.08 @ 3:20PM|#
Epi,
Have you trid Baked Lays? They are clearly from hell. And not the
tasty part of hell that desserts come from.
|12.26.08 @ 3:25PM|#
That also means they're shittable chips.
Not necessarily so - either the silicon or the Lays.
|12.26.08 @ 3:29PM|#
Have you trid Baked Lays? They are clearly from hell. And
not the tasty part of hell that desserts come from.
They're really that bad? I'm not a chip eater so I don't
care.
"It is the Broodwich. Forged in darkness from wheat harvested in
Hell's half-acre. Baked by Beelzebub. Slathered with mayonnaise
from the evil eggs of dark chicken forces beaten into sauce by the
hands of a one-eyed madman. Cheese boiled from the rancid teat of a
fanged cow. Layered with 666 separate meats from an animal, which
has maggots for blood."
robc|12.26.08 @ 3:45PM|#
Epi,
Eh, Baked Lays are salted so that makes that edible. Cardboardy
though. If I could get a salt lick, I would probably install it in
my dining area.
loupeznik|12.26.08 @ 3:53PM|#
baked lays suck I'll agree. I thought I was alone. Does anybody else here hate this kettle cooked fad?
|12.26.08 @ 3:57PM|#
I'll admit I don't mind Baked Lays, but if you want to talk serious potato chips you just can't beat Jays Hot Stuff.
|12.26.08 @ 4:16PM|#
""That may be just the beginning, as the chips could improve
drug delivery and even insert other kinds of health monitors inside
the body....""
Thought this should have read 'stealth monitors'. I don't want a
Norge that orders things without my input and I sure as heck don't
need 'smart meds' or 'auto internal monitor devices'. Keep these
things confined to the med development labs please.
No thanks|12.26.08 @ 4:18PM|#
Wow what a better way to violate peoples privacy. What happens when that "signal" starts giving other data? And other "folks" pick up the signal?
|12.26.08 @ 4:21PM|#
Hmm...Is that marijuana I see in Mr. Billings' readouts? Quick! Get a no-knock raid scheduled for his nextdoor neighbor's house! I've been waiting for a reason to kill their dog! All it does is bark!
we are all one|12.26.08 @ 4:50PM|#
it is good to be one
it is good to be one
it is good to be one
it is good to be one
it is good to be one
it is good t........
...................
...................
Orange Line Special|12.26.08 @ 5:06PM|#
"Oh, golly gee whiz, Mr. Wizard, I never thought I'd see a
Google Map of where my excretions wind up! The future is
neat-o!"
"Sounds like there's someone at the door, Billy, could you get
it?"
"SuedeDenimSecretPolice! We tracked your excretions, and they
polluted a ProtectedWaterFowlNestingArea! We have a warrant signed
by HighCommissionerAlGore for your arrest and execution!"
"Oh, golly no, Mr. Wizard! Maybe the 'libertarians' will save
me!"
"I'm sorry Billy, but the 'libertarians' are too busy working on
putting chips into bacon-wrapped hotdogs and shilling for various
corporations."
Dello|12.26.08 @ 6:19PM|#
"...which makes it easier to create and maintain portable
records as well-means it will be easier for patients to leave bad
doctors and try a different doc."
You guy DO understand that Obama is pushing Universal Health
Care...
ed|12.26.08 @ 6:36PM|#
Every other week my local Publix has 2-for-1 Lays potato chips.
The giant bags. All shapes and flavors. Baked Lays
Excluded. Why? I've always assumed it meant that they were
superior, that I had to pay the full price to experience their
salty awesomeness.
It was all a trick? They suck?
Syd Henderson|12.26.08 @ 7:12PM|#
"The data is then sent to an online repository or a cellphone
for the physician and the patient to track."
In other words, our abdominal organs will soon be able to make
phone calls. Your stomach will be able to order out for pizza. Your
sexual organs will be calling dating services. You don't want to
know what your large intestine will be doing.
|12.26.08 @ 7:14PM|#
It was all a trick? They suck?
Well...yes. But you could try dipping them in melted garlic butter
or olive oil or something.
wag|12.26.08 @ 7:17PM|#
Your sexual organs will be calling dating
services.
My sexual organ can already dial the phone. heh heh
anarch|12.26.08 @ 7:22PM|#
Your stomach will be able directed by the
Ministry of Nutrition to order out for pizza
prescribed ingestibles.
|12.26.08 @ 9:05PM|#
i'm getting an incoming signal, let me take a look and see what
it is...
wow, katherine mangu-ward is using her vibrator again! that's the
third time today. what can i prescribe her to alleviate this
condition and make some money for the nice people who are always
stopping by to give me stuff?
Warty|12.26.08 @ 9:25PM|#
Fuckin' A, Lonewacko managed to make a Dead Kennedys reference unfunny. Is there anything he can't fuck up? Hurry up and die, Lonewacko.
|12.26.08 @ 11:41PM|#
It can send a signal to a cell phone?
Why does that sound like it's able to be hacked very, very
easily?
|12.27.08 @ 8:11AM|#
I have a feeling the bag will taste better than the chips
themselves!
Jess
www.privacy-tools.at.tc
Gino|12.27.08 @ 10:53AM|#
Now wait just a minute. Baked Lays are delicious. They're eminently palatable, and your assertions to the contrary are utter nonsense.
|12.27.08 @ 11:32AM|#
Warty | December 26, 2008, 9:25pm | #
Fuckin' A, Lonewacko managed to make a Dead Kennedys reference
unfunny. Is there anything he can't fuck up? Hurry up and die,
Lonewacko.
I was amused by it.
Fluffy|12.27.08 @ 11:56AM|#
Wouldn't health monitors put in the body pretty much instantly
be corrupted by our corrupt state to be used as drug war
enforcement monitors?
I mean, like on the afternoon of the day they were introduced?
|12.27.08 @ 12:02PM|#
Can they make one that analyzes the contents of your stomach and
goes "BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! That's enough Pringles,
lardass!"
I could really use one of those.
Naga Sadow|12.27.08 @ 1:35PM|#
While I agree the taste of Baked Lays is less than desirable there is another layer of logic as to why I only buy them. Everyone else hates them. Therefore no one touches my junk food. It's brilliant when you think about it. One of my roommates hates Pepsi. So that's all I buy. They are of course welcome to all the Pepsi they can drink . . . if they can start liking it that is.
SIV|12.27.08 @ 4:48PM|#
The Kwanzaa Principle for today:
Kujichagulia (Self-Determination)
To define ourselves, name ourselves, create for ourselves and speak
for ourselves.
Happy Kwanzaa everyone!
Fluffy|12.27.08 @ 5:00PM|#
Joe, nobody outside New England knows what Moxie is - and nobody
who has never experienced Moxie could ever really believe such a
thing could exist.
A soda that tastes like the world's most disgusting cough syrup.
Who would bring such a thing into the world? Who would have the
chutzpah to charge money for it? It's inconceivable.
The problem with buying Moxie so that your roommate won't drink it
is that for your plan to succeed, you have to drink
it.
Fluffy|12.27.08 @ 5:05PM|#
Kujichagulia (Self-Determination)
To define ourselves, name ourselves, create for ourselves and speak
for ourselves.
When you make up a fake word and claim it comes from an African
language, is that "defining", "naming", "creating", or "speaking"?
Or is it [gasp!] all of them at once?
The best thing about the word "Kujichagulia" is that when you
search for it at dictionary.com, it can't be found and the site
recommends reading the entry for "Count Chocula" instead. I shit
you not.
|12.27.08 @ 5:07PM|#
One measly post on low-fat chips, and we've got "Is Your Man Gay?" banner ads? That seems a bit harsh.
Count Chocula|12.27.08 @ 5:18PM|#
They says, if you was white, you'd be alright,
If you was brown, stick around,
But as you is black, oh brother,
Get back, get back, get back.
There are no coincidences Fluffy my man.
Elemenope|12.27.08 @ 7:27PM|#
When you make up a fake word and claim it comes from an
African language, is that "defining", "naming", "creating", or
"speaking"? Or is it [gasp!] all of them at once?
The best thing about the word "Kujichagulia" is that when you
search for it at dictionary.com, it can't be found and the site
recommends reading the entry for "Count Chocula" instead. I shit
you not.
Why so snooty about *this* fake holiday? Cause it was made up
thirty years ago? Personally I make more fun of people who are
sanctimonious about fake holidays about magical creatures that are
way older.
Merry Christmas.
Fluffy|12.27.08 @ 8:51PM|#
Why so snooty about *this* fake holiday? Cause it was made
up thirty years ago?
Sure, Christmas is just as much of a contrivance. Absolutely.
But it's such a syncretic contrivance, and it's of such a hoary
vintage, that the naked artifice of it is easy to overlook
now.
The sheer earnestness of Kwanzaa makes it an irresistible target. I
mean, come on! " To define ourselves, name ourselves, create for
ourselves and speak for ourselves"? Kwanzaa is just asking for a
wedgie with that noise.
|12.27.08 @ 9:55PM|#
Somehow I don't think "the holiday that asks for a wedgie" is going on their promotional material any time soon.
|12.27.08 @ 11:33PM|#
Syncretic contrivance w00t!
Syncretic contrivance.
Syncretic contrivance.
Damn, that is one seriously syncretic contrivance. Ah, yeah.
Elemenope|12.28.08 @ 12:45AM|#
The sheer earnestness of Kwanzaa makes it an irresistible
target. I mean, come on! " To define ourselves, name ourselves,
create for ourselves and speak for ourselves"? Kwanzaa is just
asking for a wedgie with that noise.
My thing is, from a social perspective holidays are for people to
feel good about themselves, hopefully feel good about other people,
and have some fun. If what makes you feel good is celebrating the
fake birthday of a murdered rabbi, cool. If speaking the odd word
in Swahili and burning wax is your thing, also cool.
My point is, unless you are ready to make an indiscriminate attack
on all regular occasions of social fun and merriment, there is
nothing about this one that suggests it merits special
attention.
Unless of course you feel bad because you were left out of the
party. That, I understand.
Elemenope|12.28.08 @ 2:22AM|#
If it's got a mission statement, it's not a party.
Not the good kind.
If there's plenty of food, libations and merriment, you can attach
all the mission statements you want. It's still a party.
Nathan Bedford Forrest|12.28.08 @ 4:18AM|#
If there's plenty of food, libations and merriment, you can
attach all the mission statements you want. It's still a
party.
We put on quite a hootenanny back in the day, y'know.
Pepe|12.28.08 @ 5:04AM|#
"Is your man gay? How often do you have sex with your
man?"
Hmmm....well,in my case the answer to the second question would go
a long way toward answering the first.
Elemenope|12.28.08 @ 8:42AM|#
We put on quite a hootenanny back in the day,
y'know.
I know of no metaphysical reason why racists can't throw good
parties. I wouldn't ever *go* to one; the notion of hanging out
with such a crowd makes my skin crawl.
dhex|12.28.08 @ 9:01AM|#
"Why so snooty about *this* fake holiday?"
black people!
besides, in the world of silly holidays, can anything beat the
feast of st. francis?
Elemenope|12.28.08 @ 9:14AM|#
Personally, all-time awesomest holiday (from a celebration
perspective): Purim.
Nothing beats a religious order to *drink!!!* until you're so
snookered you can't tell the difference between two very different
names.
ed|12.28.08 @ 10:25AM|#
Who would bring such a thing [Moxie] into the
world?
Ever tasted
Malta? Must be the same guy. Wretched concoction.
|12.28.08 @ 11:05AM|#
Who would bring such a thing [Moxie] into the
world?
Who indeed?
I've got a cousin who buys Diet Moxie. I imagine that the Moxie
corporation sends him a Christmas card ever year: "Dear The Guy Who
Buys Diet Moxie..."
Elemenope|12.28.08 @ 12:39PM|#
I've got a cousin who buys Diet Moxie. I imagine that the
Moxie corporation sends him a Christmas card ever year: "Dear The
Guy Who Buys Diet Moxie..."
I'm pretty sure such a gesture would completely obliterate their
profit margin. Stamps aren't cheap these days.
The Angry Optimist|12.28.08 @ 4:05PM|#
Epi, how come no bacon?
"There are no swine evil enough to sacrifice upon a bed of
EEEVIL!...and lettuce."
|12.29.08 @ 11:58AM|#
I've got a cousin who buys Diet Moxie. I imagine that the
Moxie corporation sends him a Christmas card ever year: "Dear The
Guy Who Buys Diet Moxie..."
joe, that was the funniest thing I read all week. The guy one
cubicle over just gave me the stink-eye for chortling though, so
cut it out.
Now, onto the next dead thread...
|12.29.08 @ 1:08PM|#
Diet Moxie...? you're kidding right.
Having one branch of the family from New England meant I had heard
of Moxie most of my life. So when we went to visit I just
had to try it.
My reaction was about like Fluffy's.
"People drink this shit?"
So between voting for so many Kennedys and drinking Moxie, will
someone explain again why we should take this region seriously?
:)
|12.29.08 @ 1:58PM|#
Honey, you didn't forget the Moxie, did you?
Nope! I picked up a twelve-pack. It's in that bag over there.
Thanks, I was...uh oh. You got Diet Moxie.
So?
So? So?!? This stuff tastes awful!
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