Proposed top-level domain

The Domain Name System of the Internet consists of a set of top-level domains which constitute the root domain of the hierarchical name space and database. In the growth of the Internet, it became desirable to expand the set of initially six generic top-level domains in 1984. As a result new top-level domain names have been proposed for implementation by ICANN. Such proposals included a variety of models ranging from adoption of policies for unrestricted gTLDs that could be registered by anyone for any purpose, to chartered gTLDs for specialized uses by specialized organizations. In October 2000, ICANN published a list of proposals for top-level domain strings it had received.

Geographic proposals

  • .geo - Generic geographical locations.
  • .wien - Vienna.
  • .lat - General category for Latin American websites.
  • .africa - General category for African websites.
  • .ln and .le - Currently being sold by Dennis Hope's "Lunar Embassy Commission" alongside .lunar, .moon, .venus, .mars, .jupiter, .saturn, .uranus, .neptune, .pluto, .space. People who purchase novelty deeds for outer space property from him are also given free domains. None of these TLDs are supported at present by root servers.
  • Kids (Jamiroquai song)

    "The Kids" is the lead single taken from British funk/acid jazz band Jamiroquai's second studio album, The Return of the Space Cowboy, though it was recorded shortly after the Emergency on Planet Earth sessions. The single was only released in Japan, on 30 June 1994. "The Kids" is a song that deals with the rights of children and their social status in the world. The song is written to be absurdly loud and high in tempo, to possibly represent the immaturity of children, and more generally the whole early childhood of a person, which is usually a carefree time of life.

    Background

    It is commonly known amongst fan circles that "The Kids" was written and performed during the 1993 Emergency on Planet Earth tour. It may either have been an outtake from the album, or simply a song written after the album was fully produced and released. The live version of the track played during the tour had a different chorus when compared to the official album version. After "The Kids" was recorded with previous drummer, Nick Van Gelder, Derrick McKenzie replaced Nick, and all tracks from the Space Cowboy recording sessions were re-recorded with McKenzie on drums, aside from "The Kids", on which van Gelder's drumming remains. The song was probably left to be because of time constraints related to the mastering process, production and release.

    Kids (2000s magazine)

    Kids: Fun Stuff To Do Together was a children's magazine published in the mid-2000s (unrelated to the earlier Kids magazine of the 1970s). Kids, which was originally launched in 2001 as Martha Stewart Kids, specialized in projects that children could make, either by themselves or along with their parents. It was published quarterly by Martha Stewart Living Omnimedia. Kids was also a winner of the prestigious 2005 and 2006 National Magazine Award for Design, and in 2005 for Photography by the American Society of Magazine Editors.

    On March 1, 2006, the publishers of Kids announced that the company decided to discontinue the full-sized quarterly magazine with the Spring 2006 issue in favor for a new digest sized publication, Good Things for Kids, which will be published biannually and carries no advertising. Current readers were given the option to subscribe to Everyday Food for the remainder of their subscription.

    References

    External links

  • Official Website
  • 2006 AMSE Winners and Finalists
  • Podcasts:

    PLAYLIST TIME:

    My Kids

    by: Denis Leary

    Yeah, my kids...my kids are into Hanson now. Oh...you
    have no idea! You know, kids like to play the same song
    over and over again...MmmmBop, MmmmBop, MmmmBop. And
    the funny thing is, I've actually come to love Hanson,
    because...and I'll tell you why, you know why? Because
    these kids are a giant rehab festival just waiting to
    happen. Oh yeah! They are going to crash and burn so
    quickly it's gonna be fuckin' great. Their parents
    might as well call Liz and Gary Coleman right now and
    have a meeting. I can't wait. Especially the drummer,
    what's he? Six? Oh yeah...great...oh yeah, oh, he's
    going down, mark my words, oh yeah. They're gonna find
    him in a hotel room with a hooker and an eight-ball,
    mark my words! Mark my words. Yeah. He's gonna actually
    be all the way up inside the hooker's vagina, y'know
    what I mean? They're gonna have to pull him
    out..."C'mon out of there! What are you doing?" "I
    don't know! I'm six and I have credit cards . what the
    fuck?" Mmm-bop-eee-ooom-bop-eee-ooom-bop-eee-oom-bop...
    [Kids] Boom shaka laka laka...Boom shaka laka
    laka...Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Cock-a-doodle-doo!! Boom
    shaka laka laka...
    I got good kids. Love my kids. Been trying to bring 'em
    up the right way, not spanking 'em. Find that I don't
    have to spank 'em. I find that waving the gun around
    pretty much gets the same job done. Because they're
    trying to kill me, they are! Y'know, I try to explain
    the rules to them, you know what I mean? But the rules
    go in one ear and out the other! Close the door! How
    hard can that be to remember? Close the door? You just
    opened it, close it behind you. I have a dog, I've seen
    him close the door with his nose, and he's a DOG!
    Apparently a kid's dream house is just a house with no
    doors. The leaves blow in, there's bats flying around
    there, they don't care.
    Start out with two kids, now we think there's twelve.
    Starting to think that other parents are dropping their
    kids off at my house, so they can puke, shit their
    pants, break stuff, and then leave. That's what the dog
    told me. They are unbelie...y'know, if you don't have
    kids, I don't know how to describe it to you, I really
    don't. I don't know how to describe it to you. Y'know,
    it's like...uh...I don't know what it's like. It's
    like...it's like having drunken midgets around the
    house, that's what it's like, folks. That's what it's
    like. It's like a rodeo clown car pulled up, and
    fifteen rodeo clowns got out, and they're running
    around, and you can't catch 'em. It's like there's
    monkeys on acid hanging off the lights, "Come down!"
    and you can't reach 'em, "Come down!"
    You keep thinking that they're going to wake up one day
    and they'll go, "Oh, now I know the rules." But they
    don't. Just like listening to MmmmBop over and over
    again, every day is the same thing. It always starts
    the same exact way. "Close the door...give me that bag
    of Oreos, you're not having Oreos for breakfast...no TV
    right now...close the door...no, leave the dog
    alone...will you please find your shoes...give me that
    bag of Oreos...find your shoes...you put your shoes
    on...I don't know where your shoes are...I didn't have
    your shoes on...close the door...put that...no, don't
    cut the dog's hair right now...c'mon...those are HIS
    shoes...go tell him you have his shoes and then find
    your shoes...close that door...put the phone down, who
    are you calling? You're too young to call
    anybody...don't feed Oreos to the dog...give me that
    bag of Oreos...now, close that
    door...uh...yeah...no...no...no...no...those ARE your
    shoes...they have to be! Who are you? I want ID...let
    me see some ID."
    And your life immediately, when they hit age 5, becomes
    about quiet. You just want peace and quiet. That's all
    you want . you want the fighting to stop, can't we all
    just get along? You turn into Rodney King, you do! If
    you don't have kids, take this note down . don't buy
    the toys that make the noise. That's the key thing. If
    there's a toy that has a button on it that makes noise,
    they're going to press that button like Bart Simpson,
    over and over again. For days at a time . WHAAA! WHAAA!
    WHAAA! WHAAA! Their friends come over, "Hey, cool!"
    WHAAA! WHAAA! WHAAA! WHAAA! Oh my God...so you stop
    buying the toys that make the noise, but then you know
    what happens? The in-laws buy the toys that make the
    noise, they drop them off at your house, and then they
    leave! And you're stuck with the toys that make the
    noise.
    You heard about the Darth Vader bank toy? Oooooooh...
    oooooooh, let me tell you about this toy. So, don't buy
    this toy. Mark that down, too. The toy is this bank,
    it's bigger than the kids, and it's Darth Vader, he's
    standing like this [Darth Vader pose]. He's got that
    super-duper, Oakland Raiders helmet on, y'know what I
    mean? Here's the gig with the toy . the kids put money
    in the front of the mask, okay, and here's what happens
    immediately after the coin goes in . [Darth Vader
    breathing sounds]..."Use the Force, Luke...[Darth Vader
    breathing sounds]...for fifteen fuckin' minutes! And
    they bring the other kids from the other houses over,
    and they put money in. So it goes on for hours! [Darth
    Vader breathing sounds]..."Use the Force, Luke...[Darth
    Vader breathing sounds]...the third day, the mechanism
    breaks. Yes, so now it doesn't need money to go off, it
    just goes off randomly in the middle of the night. And
    at my house, my kids and my wife, they sleep like wood.
    Not me, I'm an insomniac! I find myself, forty years
    old, naked, creeping to go to the bathroom in my house
    like this...just so I don't have to hear James Earl
    Jones' fucking voice. And right at the last step, right
    before I go to the bathroom, I hear, "Denis! I'm on
    again! Come in here and turn me off!!" I'm giving the
    finger to Darth Vader in the middle of the night, it's
    not right! Shut up!! And now he's full of money, and we
    can't get the money out, and he's still talking to us!
    "Haaaa...I have all the money!"
    Just want some peace. And quiet. I don't want the
    dangerous quiet, you know what that is, right? That's
    the one during the day, when the kids are in the house,
    you're in the kitchen reading the paper, right? Reading
    the paper for about fifteen minutes, and slowly it
    dawns on you. Heeeeeey...wait a minute...uh-oh. Go into
    the dining room, nobody in there. Go to the living
    room, nobody. Go by the bedrooms and the bathrooms, I
    hear this little voice inside the bathroom...it's my
    daughter. I'm thinking, she doesn't like to baths at
    all, nevermind it's three o'clock in the afternoon.
    What's she doing? I open the door, you know what she's
    doing? Giving the dog a bath, in the toilet! Oh yeah,
    she's soaping him up and singing away, la-de-de-de-da-
    de-de. And like some weird Vegas magician, I gotta pull
    a dog out of a toilet. Like the Great Learatini . "Look
    at this! I pulled a dog out of a toilet!" And no
    explanation from her, "What was that about? Go to your
    room, don't touch Darth Vader please, thank you."
    My wife and I bought a home theater system. You don't
    have one of these, you should get it. It's
    unbelievable. The big, giant widescreen TV, there's
    like sixteen speakers, so you get the surround sound.
    You got the big woofer on the ground, so it makes the
    floor shake when you listen to Jurassic Park, right.
    It's got the big rack of stuff, the VCR and the DVD and
    the Laserdisc player, and a bunch of other stuff, you
    don't know what it is, but it looks fuckin' great! It's
    really shiny. Had it for eight hours, okay? Eight .
    count 'em. Actually, it was only four hours, 'cause the
    guy was installing it for four hours. So I had it for
    four hours, officially. Put the kids to bed, get a copy
    of Apocalypse Now. Yeah...yeah...Dennis Hopper hopped
    up on coke in sixteen speaker surround, that's great. I
    go to put the tap in...CLING CLING CLING CLANG...won't
    go in...CLING CLING CLING...won't go in. Reach inside
    the VCR, you know what's inside the VCR? Peanut butter
    and jelly sandwich. Peanut butter and jelly SANDWICH.
    Smucker's strawberry . I tasted it! Now, I would like
    to believe I don't have retards in my family bloodline.
    I'm hoping it wasn't as stupid as "NOM NOM NOM, I'm
    finished with this, it goes in HERE!" I'm hoping it was
    more thoughtful . "Maybe if I put this in here, I can
    watch the peanut butter and jelly movie! You can really
    hear the crunchy parts!!"
    So, I wake 'em all up and I have a little People's
    Court session down in my TV room at two o'clock in the
    morning. I'm your host, Ed Koch...exhibit A, the
    sandwich...exhibit B, the VCR. Does anyone have an
    explanation as to how this could've happened? You know
    what I get? I get a sea full of dumbfounded faces.
    [Blank stare] My oldest one, my son Jack, steps
    forward, "Dad...um...maybe...the sandwich was flying
    around the house...it was flying around the house, and
    central headquarters called them and told them to dock
    here in the VCR. They docked." "No they didn't! Food
    does not dock. Pull up your pants." I look over in the
    corner, the dog is eating the peanut butter sandwich,
    it's stuck to the roof of his mouth...NOM NOM NOM.
    These are the people I live with. It happened.
    They wanted a dog. They had...the kids, they had a
    union meeting, apparently. They came out of the union
    meeting, they picked a spokesman . it was Jack, "We
    want a dog!" Great idea, I love dogs. You know what I
    pictured . I pictured a big, giant, seven-foot tall,
    350-pound Irish wolfhound, huh? Named
    Buck..ARRRARRRARRARR. Gotta have three leashes and
    people have to hold him down, "No, Buck! Put that
    mailman down!" ARRRARRRARRRARRR. Buck, the scourge of
    the Upper West Side...ARRARRARRARR. But, of course,
    they got the dog while I was away. So we got a little
    tiny little black little faggy little half-Pomeranian
    half-French Poodle little pound-and-a-half little thing
    that's supposed to be a dog. I could throw this dog
    sixty yards, I guarantee you. "Run a post pattern, go
    out, go go go...BAROOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
    So I go okay, we can keep the dog, you guys like him.
    But y'know what? We're going to have a democratic vote
    thing on the name. Me and your mom, we're going to stay
    out here, we'll come up with some options. You kids, go
    in that room, come out in five minutes with some ideas.
    Wanna hear their top three ideas, that they came up
    with? Pretty hot...number one, Chickenhead, I swear to
    God. Chicken. Head. Number two, Pizza. Number three,
    Fish. Not Abe Vigoda, Fish. So I go, y'know what? Go
    back in the room and come up with some other choices,
    okay? When we get a chicken, we can call him
    Chickenhead, okay? But we're not calling the dog
    Chickenhead. Chickenhead? Chickenhead? Oh, boy. So they
    come out, about fifteen minutes later, they really
    worked hard. And they had an agreement amongst
    themselves. They have one choice, and they want to name
    the dog "Pongo", the dog from 101 Dalmations. Pongo. My
    wife goes, "That's a great idea!" And I go,
    "Whoa...whoa...whoa...hold on a minute with the Pongo!
    Hold on! Let's face the facts here: Saturday night at
    midnight, in the middle of winter when it's snowing
    outside, you guys are all gonna be asleep, and who's
    going to be walking Pongo down Broadway? Huh? Me!
    Running along Broadway, 'Pongo! C'mere, Pongo!' No,
    it's not happening. We're not naming the dog 'Pongo',
    out of the question!" Then there was a fifteen minute
    cry...so his name is fuckin' Pongo. Of course it is. Me
    and Pongo on Broadway on Saturday at midnight, "C'mon
    Pongo, shit for daddy, c'mon. Shit for daddy, please?
    Oh, that's a big one. Thank you, Pongo. Let me get my
    plastic bag out to scoop it up." Fiiiiiiiiiine.
    The phone...is something that you cannot explain to
    children. I don't know what age it is when they finally
    pick it up. Probably when they start dating, maybe
    that's when it is. But so far, none of the kids in my
    family have figured out the phone. Even the idea, the
    theory of the phone. It's always when you're on the
    phone that they want to talk to you. And you're
    probably talking to some distant cousin in Killarny,
    it's probably seventeen million dollars a nanosecond,
    that's when they walk up to you when you're on the
    phone. "Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad?
    Dad?" "I'm on the phone!" "Oh, dad? Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad?
    Dad?" "WHAAAAT! I'm on the fuckin' phone...I know
    fuckin's a bad word, but you're fuckin' making me say
    it! How many times do I have to explain this thing to
    you? Are you going to be a grown-up, be thirty-five
    years old and go to the office, and go 'Boss! Boss!
    Boss! BOSS! BOSS!! BOSS!!!' What?" "Can I have a
    cookie?" "It's Leary's kid . fire him, I want him
    fired. He's the guy who put the sandwich in my VCR last
    week, fire him!"
    Me and their mom have been together now for fifteen
    years. Yeah, yeah, we're all...you can applaud the
    pain. It's very difficult, it's hard, let me tell you
    the key things you need to know to stay together that
    long. Love, honor, respect, and stay the FUCK away from
    each other, really. As much as you can. Get separate
    bedrooms if you can, that's the way to do it. Just come
    out, eat, talk, fuck, go back in the separate rooms.
    That's the best system I've come up with so far, folks.
    Don't fuckin' bump into each other too much, that's
    what I'm saying. Key thing. And for guys, learn this,
    even if you're just going to be living with a woman,
    you're not even married to her. Give up any thought of
    being involved in the interior decoration of the place
    you're going to live in, okay? Just give it up! And all
    your stuff? Put it in a storage place, someplace you're
    not gonna see it, you're gonna visit occasionally. All
    your fuckin' sports mirrors and your beer mirrors . put
    'em in storage. I've been to Wayne Gretsky's house .
    he's got five MVP trophies...you know where they are?
    They're in the fuckin' garage! I go into stores with my
    wife now...man, forget about it. She'll say, "What do
    you think of those chairs?" "I think they suck." "Too
    bad, we just bought eight of them, asshole! Let's go!"
    "They're not that bad..." I'd like to tell you more
    about my wife, but I'm not allowed to. I'm not




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