Jonah Lehrer has been promoting his new book Proust Was a Neuroscientist, which means I've heard him interviewed on the usual chattering-classes suspects. And every time I hear him, I think I need to read his book.
My wife gave me a copy of The Complete Persepolis for my birthday and I've been devouring it greedily. Satrapi's graphic novel uses a charmingly primitive visual style to tell a horrifying story of growing up in revolutionary Iran.
Bruce Schneier, coiner of the phrase "security theater," writes that we've "opened up a new front on the war on terror. It's an attack on the unique, the unorthodox, the unexpected; it's a war on different. If you act different, you might find yourself investigated, questioned, and even arrested -- even if you did nothing wrong, and had no intention of doing anything wrong. The problem is a combination of citizen informants and a CYA attitude among police that results in a knee-jerk escalation of reported threats.
I just discovered the World Passport podcast at ethnomusic.podmatic.com, which has tons of cool Calypso, Kompa, Highlife, jazz, and Kinshasha guitar music for your delectation and delight. I've been listening to "J'Ouvert Morning Calypso"—classic old-school Calypso—all morning, which is coaxing me out of my first-cold-of-the-winter funk. "Suck Me Soucouyant," indeed.