he must hav been ova hs head.

On Monday, the North Korean
government announced the
death of their supreme leader,
Kim Jong-Il. Kim was the so-called
Democratic People's Republic of
Korea's dictator since 1994, and
he was at the center of an
elaborate personality cult that
cemented his iron grip on
power.
A traditional dictator who
starved his population to pay for
a million-man army and nuclear
weapons program, Kim
nevertheless had a sense of style
and tastes that only an absolute
leader could attain.
[See a collection of pictures of of
King Jong-Il.]
But none of this could come from
a mere mortal. So the dictator
shrouded his personality in
legend and myth, with many
North Koreans believing that Kim
possessed magical powers. State
propaganda perpetuated claims
of Kim's talents as well, and many
North Koreans grew up believing
that their leader is a world-
renowned fashion icon, the
inventor of the hamburger, and
their country's national soccer
coach, among other towering
achievements.
From fine spirits to operatic
masterpieces, here's a closer look
at five things you might not have
known about North Korea's
recently-deceased "Dear Leader":
Supernatural and unnatural
powers
According to his official
biography, Kim Jong-Il was born
on Mount Paekdu, the highest
point on the Korean peninsula,
under a double rainbow. The
moment of his birth was foretold
by the flight of a swallow and the
appearance of a bright, new star
in the sky. Three weeks later, Kim
was able to walk. And, only five
weeks after that, he began to
speak.
That same biography also
explained that the Supreme
Commander never made a bowel
movement.
Cognac enthusiast
The North Korean leader was
reportedly obsessed with
Hennessy, a world-leading brand
of Cognac. A single bottle of
Hennessy retails for around $630
a bottle in North Korea - just
$270 less than a typical North
Korean family's annual average
income of $900. Kim spent over
$800,000 per year on the liquor,
making him Hennessy's largest
customer over the past 10 years.
[See a collection of political
cartoons on North Korea.]
World-class golfer
In 1994, the very first time he
played golf, Kim Jong-Il
dominated the 7,700-yard
Pyongyang Golf Course. He shot
an unimaginable 38-under par,
recording no worse than a birdie
at the country's lone golf course.
His round included 11 holes-in-
one, and the feat was verified by
17 bodyguards who were
present.
Movie lover
Kim Jong-Il owned over 20,000
movies and wrote books about
filmmaking. In an effort to jump-
start the North Korean film
industry, he kidnapped two
South Koreans—Shin Sang-ok, a
director, and his wife Choi Eun-
hee, a top actress in 1978. Jong-Il
reportedly force-fed the two
grass while making them shoot
his cinematic debut: A "Godzilla"
rip-off titled "Pulgasari." The
dictator held the couple captive
for eight years. He made a fatal
mistake when he took the two to
Austria to discuss the film's
distribution, and they escaped to
safety at the American embassy
after a car-chase with North
Korean bodyguards.
Famed composer
During an intensely creative two
year span, Kim Jong-Il composed
six operas. His 1974 book, On the
Art of Opera: Talk to Creative
Workers in the Field of Art and
Literature, discusses how Kim
and his father revived the genre
by pioneering the combination
of dance and song on stage. One
of the dictator's plays, "Sea of
Blood"—which chronicles the
violence of the Japanese
occupation before World War II
—has been staged over 1,500
times, and Korea News Service
has called it an "immortal
classical masterpiece."

Welcome to Dayo's Blog!: the journey here

Welcome to Dayo's Blog!: the journey here: On d journey 2 here, whr d road ws constantly punctuatd wt masiv potholes, and police chekpoints (u dnt nid 2 knw wr here is). D bus i board...

the journey here

On d journey 2 here, whr d road ws constantly punctuatd wt masiv potholes, and police chekpoints (u dnt nid 2 knw wr here is). D bus i boarded hd characters, as usual. D 1st dat i noticd ws ds xtremely pako gal blastin ghetto tunes 4rm her china fone and getin on d nerve of d elderly woman deaconess bside her (dats wat she is acordin 2d manifest). I ws sure d woman ws hopin d God of Elijah wud do somtin as d gal ws boppin her head left right n side to side. 2d woman, ds young people mst b hell-bound, disillusioned n lost. A chubby bros wt dreads sitted in front of d 'lost' gal ws in on d groove but bsyd d deacones ws ds pretty woman wt a thick igbo accent who didnt seem to mind all d terry g & baba nee in d air. Our deacones ws caryin a kid who spent an unusualy long time eatin hs Gala roll. He gnawd at it hungrily, bt evritym d gala came out hs mouth it seemd to look dsame in length wt jst scrapes at d tip, lyk wat a rat wud do. Bsyd d guy wt dreads ws ds guy who hd bin on d fone...POTHOLE...since d journey started. He made us knw wat he ws into, construction supervisor, sinc he talkd abt nails, blocks, omo onile, and 17bags of cement dat wsnt enof 4 somthn. Bsyd hm ws a fustratd chic who tryd to find solace in her bottled-water. She ws d finest in d bus, asyds myself. Bsyd me ws ds mallam wt an unusual luggage, he constantly jerkd as if being bitten by a mosquito, i hoped it wsnt a way to detonate d bomb i thot he ws carryin. Bsyd d aboki ws a lady wt a ring on her nose, she lookd realy late 4 an appointment wt her aristo and evry jerk 4rm d aboki provokd her. Behind our aristo ws ds poor young woman carryin a new born of about 4months bt alrdy showing ribs 4rm hunger. They were a part of a family of 5, d husband ws caryin d oda 2 kids. All were mostly skin n bones n dia luggage ws filthy n often ambiencd d bak row. It ws a sad sight, i cdnt help n i hd 2 say a prayer 4 dem. They wr leavin city life it seemd. Behind me ws a plump woman who lovd 2 talk evn to..POLICE... herslf and seizd evri opurtunity b it via d fone or stray topic. She also enjoyd nodgin my seat wt her knee cos she ws too big 4 her space.
The driver ws quietly ovaspeedin while d 2 male passengers bsyd hm wr quietly scared. Only wen there ws an oncomin vehicle, especialy a large one did they uncova dia fright, then d whole bus wud go thus "ah, driver e rora o!,
die die ni o!,
e jo o!,
pele pele o!, etc. And d plump woman bhind me wud end it all wt
"a aso layo o!!
Then d bus wud chorus
"amin o!"
...POT HOLE...
D vehicle ws slow enof 4 us to watch an ongoin scene outsyd, a man ws abt to b linchd by 5 oda men caryin cutlasses, planks and a rake. He ran 4 dear lyf or so we thot and we prayd he wdnt b caught, behold, ds man only went in search of hs own weapon, he surfacd wt a 2 by 4! Enter our chief speaker, enof talk n half cries 4rm her. But there wsnt any fight, jst shoutin and bouncin arnd 4rm all of dm. "won kan hale ni jare" said our driver. Evry1 thot d man was insanely brave, i concurred. 15mins later, chief speaker ws stil leadin a team of commentators
...POLICE CHECKPOINT...
Our 'lost' pako-gal's playlist movd in2 gospel, mayb an attempt to get deacones on her side bt it didnt work cos twas gospel of d ayefele-ish kind wt a bit of street to it. There were more listeners and sing-alongers now. The groovin continued.
Ratigan stil hdnt finishd hs Gala and deaconess ws usd to it cos she didnt complain. Baby at d bak ws cryin, blabber-mouth ws on d fone, igbo woman ws noddin away, aboki was long gone, fone man ws again on d fone. And i ws observing. One of d passengers by d driver hd crutches and said somtin abt nt wntin to break anytin else. Then a realy funny bt equaly frightenin sight approached our vehicle, ds bus hd bn in an accident n 4rm d looks of it, had sumersulted, dented in evry part bt d driver ws steadily cruisin it! My first 'battery low' warning.
Anoda topic of discusion headed honourably by ma'm blabbermouth behind me. Evry1 commentd except me. Suddenly, Tope Alabi finished playin and terry G blared in, but d music stopd and anoda gospel track played. At ds moment, it seemd to deaconess dat the good Lord hd ansad her cos there ws ease in her straind face. But raz babe ws fast asleep! Then it dawnd on aboki, igbo woman,myself and talkative, etc. dat it was dread boy who was d DJ of d bus all along or mayb somwhere bk in time she quit and he took over. A few minutes to 'here' and i thot to myslf "wat ws all ds observation for? Why did i take my time to type out evry1s move? Wats my busines sef? And wats ur busines too? Phseeww.

stupid burglar

He's no Santa: Burglary suspect
stuck 10 hours in chimney
Atlanta-area teen arrested after escape
from house goes awry; 'I'm stupid,' he tells
neighbor
msnbc.com news services
ATLANTA — A person found in the chimney
of an Atlanta-area home was not Santa
Claus arriving early but a 17-year-old alleged
burglar who got stuck as he tried to leave
the house.
The teen spent about 10 hours lodged
inside the chimney on Tuesday before
firefighters climbed on the roof and
lowered ropes to rescue him.
Police were alerted after a neighbor heard
someone calling for help early in the
afternoon, said Cpl. Jake Smith, spokesman
for the Gwinnett County Police Department.
Ranaldo Montez Jack, 17, who was not
injured, was arrested on one count of
burglary and another of providing a false
name to police. The owner of the house
was not at home during the incident,
authorities said.
"We heard someone yelling for help,"
neighbor Laura Chaparro told WGCL-TV.
"We were talking to him, ‘What are you
doing down there?' He just said, 'Ah, I'm
stupid,'" said Chaparro.
Edyn Rodriguez, told WSB-TVthat he was
standing in his driveway when he heard
cries coming from across the street.
“He said, ‘Help me! Help me!” Rodriguez
said. “Man, never in my life! … I called 911.”
Owner returns home
The station reported that the the home’s
owner, Tsehainesh Kidane, came home
from work during the rescue, saying that
she had no idea someone was stuck in her
chimney until a TV crew told her.
WGCL-TV said the accused thief threw
clothes on the ground and allegedly stole
$500 out of her safe.
"I was going to use it to pay my taxes," said
Kidane.
According to the Atlanta Journal
Constitution, Jack told rescuers with the
Gwinnett County Fire Department that he
had been stuck in the chimney since about
3 a.m. Firefighters pulled him from the
stack, and police brought him down a
ladder and placed him under arrest on the
ground.
WSB-TV reported that the teen allegedly
gave police a false name, but that an officer
who had dealt with him before recognized
him

moron texter

Texting mistake lands would-be
drug buyer in jail

CHICAGO — Text messages about buying
drugs mistakenly sent to a Nebraska state
trooper led to the arrest of a 23-year-old
man on marijuana possession and other
drug charges, police said on Tuesday.
The Nebraska State Patrol said that one of
its troopers started getting text messages
last week from a person who was looking
to buy drugs. The trooper continued to
correspond through text messages until a
meeting place was set up.
The trooper, dressed in civilian clothes,
arrived at the agreed upon location and
arrested 23-year-old Aaron Sartin of
Kearney, Nebraska, police said.
He was charged with driving under the
influence of drugs, possession of less than
an ounce of marijuana, and possession of
drug paraphernalia. Additional charges
were pending.

fashola go buy ds one?

check ds out!
"We're also currently
experimenting with the process
of bioluminescence," said Hyams, award winning architect.
"The idea is that carbon is
absorbed by a building to create
light. Can you imagine a whole
city lit by the walls of its own
buildings?"
this am damn sure we need in naija.

'living' buildings?

-- What if
buildings had lungs that could
absorb carbon emissions from
the city and convert them into
something useful? What if they
had skin that could control their
temperature without the need
for radiators or air-conditioning?
What if buildings could come
"alive?"
Science fiction?
"Not as such," claims Dr Rachel
Armstrong, senior TED fellow and
co-director of Avatar, a research
group exploring the potential of
advanced technologies in
architecture. "Over the next 40
years, 'living' buildings --
biologically programmed to
extract carbon dioxide out of the
atmosphere -- could fill our
cities."
Armstrong works on the cutting
edge of "synthetic biology," a
relatively new science devoted to
the manufacture of life-like
matter from synthesized
chemicals, and is something of
an evangelist for the discipline.
The chemicals Armstrong works
with, concocted in the lab, are
engineered to behave like
organic microorganisms -- with
the added benefit that they can
be manipulated to do things
nature can't. Armstrong refers to
them as "protocells."
"For instance, a protocell could
be mixed with wall paint and
programmed to produce
limestone when exposed to
carbon (dioxide) on the surface
of a building," she said. "Then
you've got a paint that can
actually eat carbon and change it
into a shell-like substance."
So, just as iron rusts when it
comes into contact with oxygen
and water, protocells can
produce simple chemical
reactions when they come into
contact with carbon dioxide
(CO2) molecules, turning the CO2
into calcium carbonate, or
limestone, which stops the
greenhouse gas from rising up
into the ozone layer.
As a by-product of this
process, the British
scientist says that
limestone produced by
protocells could
naturally "heal" micro-
fractures in walls,
channeling through
tiny breaks, helping to
extend the life of any
structure it was
painted on to.
"And not only that,"
added Armstrong. "The
thickness of the
limestone will grow
over time, creating insulation and
allowing your building to retain
more heat or indeed sheltering it
from heating up underneath the
sun."
The layer of limestone could take
anywhere between a year and a
decade to form depending on
the concentration of carbon
dioxide in the surrounding air.
However Armstrong says that
"eventually we will see protocell
technology become self-repleting
(able to replenish itself) and (it)
will be considered alive."
Dick Kitney is professor of bio-
engineering at Imperial College
London and co-director of the
Centre for Synthetic Biology and
Innovation . He says that, while
the concept is sound, moving it
into industrial production is a
different story.
"It's a question of scalability," he
said. "Getting the process to
work in the lab is one thing, but
after that you need to work very
closely with major industrial
manufacturers to understand if it
is at all possible to produce on a
mass scale. Sometimes it's just
not possible."
Kitney says that nobody has yet
managed to get any synthetic
biological product to the
manufacturing stage: "The
science is being taken very
seriously -- particularly in the UK
and U.S. ... but it's still early days."
While Armstrong says the science
has been proven in the lab, she
too acknowledges that
commercial applications are still
some years down the road.
"This is bulk chemical
manufacturing we're talking
about, so the process is slow,"
she said. "If it were
pharmaceuticals it would be
much quicker."
But Armstrong's work is gaining
interest from the industrial
sector. "There's a traditional
paint manufacturer here in the
UK that is looking into it, but
we're all under non-disclosure
agreements," she said.
Armstrong admits that, at
present, the paint would be
capable of absorbing only a tiny
fraction of the carbon dioxide
emitted in a city like London,
which spewed out around 42
million tons in 2009, according
to government figures.
"The primitive paints we are
developing are not very efficient
yet, " she added.
Armstrong doesn't
think the paint will be
ready for market much
before 2014 and, at
this stage, she cannot
comment on how
much it will cost to
produce commercially.
Despite this, she says a
major Australian
property developer has
already placed a future
order for it.