Anthropologist Roy Richard Grinker argues that the autism "epidemic"of autism is actually the result of doctors broadening the diagnosis to include more people—and society becoming more willing to see autism and other mental disorders.
If I had perfect memory [God, I would love to have perfect memory!] and could type faster, I'd just transcribe the whole damn thing for you. But, alas, I don't. So, here, I've simply included a couple of the sassy bits, and I'll hope that you take the time to listen to the rest. What it is? It's a Real HT Info podcast — <a href="http://realht.info/EpisodePages/EP006.html">Episode 006</a> — featuring Michael Fremer.
"Perhaps blogworthy," writes John Marks. Indeed.
Bill Maxwell always wanted to teach journalism at a historically black college, but after only two years, he quit, disillusioned. Judging from the comments of many of my professor friends, his story wouldn't have been all that different at any land grant university, either.
I'm not alone. As <A HERF="http://www.bookslut.com/blog/archives/2007_05.php#011150"><I>Blog of a Bookslut</I></A>'s Jessa Crispen says, "Another book they'll have to put me in a Clockwork Orange chair to get me to read: <I>Falling Man</I> by Don DeLillo. Thank you, <I>Guardian</I>, for justifying my judgmental reaction."
Alan In Victoria commented on a URL I posted about the Primedia Enthusiast <A HREF="http://blog.stereophile.com/wesphillips/052107badboy/">sale</A>: "I know Primedia through their two excellent car mags, <I>Automobile</I> and <I>Motor Trend</I>. Both have been recently spiffed up, especially the dramatically revitalised <I>Motor Trend</I>. I hope they are now in good hands..."
Michael Fremer wants the world to know that <a href="http://www.forbes.com/personaltech/2007/05/17/turntable-records-vinyl-t… is back</a>.
Obviously.
The lovely and talented Aperion Audio Intimus 532 loudspeakers, dressed in a cherry so fine my wood floors are jealous.
In their neverending quest to damn my life, Bose is now sending me credit cards. I walked into my beautiful apartment, the sun having already set, threw this and all the other junk mail down onto the kitchen table, and grabbed a beer.