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I almost called Christopher Moore the funniest writer you've never heard of, but his sales indicate that an awful lot of people have not only heard of him, but have bought his books. He's not perzackly a household name, but I'd put him in the company of Terry Pratchett, Douglas Adams, Neil Gaiman, and Carl Hiiassen&mdash;you know, writers whose books you save for when you <I>need</I> a can't-fail pick-me-up.

But Damon Krukowski, drummer for Galaxie 500, has turned his back on the touring life to teach expository writing at Harvard. But that's just his day job&mdash;he still performs music around town with his wife as Damon & Naomi.

The signal <i>returns</i> to <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/022706romance/">the source</a>.

Thanks to Fred Manteghian.

I guess I never really thought about the uniqueness of sand, no matter how many times I heard that expression. <I>Microscopy</I> made me think about it&mdash;and the corollary notion that every beach and sandpit is unique as well.

While riding the <a href="http://www.mta.nyc.ny.us/nyct/service/fline.htm">F</a&gt; train this morning, I, for some reason, found myself face down on the <a href="http://www.oldnewark.com/education/images/elementary/hawkins/hawkinssts… Street School</a> asphalt. All over again, on this hot, summer, 5th grade afternoon: Jose Quiros pushed his weight down against my lower spine, clenched his angry hands around my 10-year old throat, and announced, clearly and confidently: "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you..."

The way I figure it, the least <I>Popular Science</I> can do is publish articles like this about jet-packs. If I recall correctly, it predicted we'd <I>all</I> have one in the Twenty-First Century.