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Huckleberry does some aggressive grooming on Bagheera. It looks cute, until you notice her exasperated expression. Usually, this is a prelude for a fight; this time it turned into synchronized napping.

The <I>Archimedes Palimpsest</I> suggests that the canny philosopher understood infinity not just as heuristics and mystics, but refined and defined down to the last line. Nearly two millennia before the Calculus&mdash;eureka indeed.

Scientists in Malta are excited about what they're learning from a mummified duck-billed brachylophosauruses. The pictures are fabulous.

Kelli's never been too happy with my orange Ikea couch. After all, she has her opinions on what a couch should be. First and foremost, obviously, a couch should be comfortable. Aiding in the comfort of a couch, Kelli tells me, are things like arms and backrests and cushions made of soft fabric. All of these things work together to provide a soothing place for resting one's head and supporting one's legs after a long, tiring day in the office. My couch, however, lacks these things. To a certain degree, I'm proud of my couch for maintaining its individuality &#151; its unwillingness to conform to society's standards of what a couch should offer and be. My couch is a rebel.

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Jon Iverson sends along this deeply meaningful site, commenting, "Fun for hours!"

The <I>Oxford University Press</I> announces the top 100 nouns in the English language. Guess what's first? Heck, guess what the first 10 are.

<i>Initially, I thought it'd be a good idea for Kristina to create a weekly blog entry, to be posted each Friday. Kristina, however, has already written two entries, too good to be held onto. And, I think to myself: "Why hold her back?"

How long do CD-Rs last? Not long, says IBM's Kurt Gerecke. Two years on average&mdash;five, if you keep it in a cool dark place. <I>Phew</I> that's where I keep mine . . . wait a minute, I just remembered I don't.

"More common than you'd think," says <I>National Geographic</I>. Makes sense&mdash;they can run 60mph over broken ground and, if Huckleberry is anything to judge by, a cat in full jetpack mode pays scant heed to obstructions&mdash;even walls.