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Huckleberry doesn't care what I call it, that mouse thing is only interesting when <I>I</I> want to use it.
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An Economist Goes To a Bar
Making sense of dating—sort of.
The New Girl Order
"The globalization of the SYF reflects a series of stunning demographic and economic shifts that are pointing much of the world—with important exceptions, including Africa and most of the Middle East—toward a New Girl Order. It’s a man’s world, James Brown always reminded us. But if these trends continue, not so much."
Verses vs Versus
Did you dudes catch that little segment on PBS last night about analog recording versus digital? I did. It was alright. I don't think of these things in terms of a battle, mind you, where there's a bruised but happy winner and a bloody and beaten loser, but mainstream media seems to like taking that approach. I guess it's more palatable that way. To me, there's room in this world for both methods. Have you seen Ultimate Fighting Championship? Now, that's a battle. Analog versus digital? Not so much.
Cheating Without Cheating?
Is it cheating when athletes use the placebo effect to their advantage?
Today's Musicophilia Post
Gerard McBurney seems to share my Oliver Sacks blind spot (<I>Uncle Tungsten</I>, notwithstanding). I still haven't read <I>Musicophilia</I> and although I still intend to, I'm now less convinced that I will find it compelling.
Something Other Than Salsa
J Mascis' soaring solo comes to a sudden end. Elizabeth walks into my office, tentatively.
Taruskin's Lament
Richard Taruskin on the media assault on the declining value of classical music, as seen through the writings of Kramer, Johnson, and Finegold—and wouldn't that make a fine name for a law firm?.
Eye Candy
Andrew Davidhazy, professor of Imaging and Photographic Technology at RIT, has spent a lifetime taking extremely high-speed photos of interesting phenomena like water dripping and stuff blowing up real good. Here's a gallery of his work.
Delay, Deny, and Hope They Die
Ex-professional football players expect to live with pain, the byproduct of a job well done, says Paul Solotaroff. What they don't expect is the shabby treatment afforded them by the game for which they squandered their good health. And with union representation like Gene Upshaw, who needs hostile team owners to do 'em dirty?