Time May Not Exist
Good news for those of us on deadline.
Good news for those of us on deadline.
My first entry in this blog, six weeks ago to the day, was a news flash that Sonny Rollins, the greatest living improviser in jazz, will play at Carnegie Hall on Sept. 18 in a trio with the monumental drummer Roy Haynes and the agile bassist Christian McBride—a one-night stand that no jazz fan could stand missing.
. . . Not Huckleberry.
"my youth i shall never forget
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but there s nothing i really regret
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wotthehell wotthehell
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there s a dance in the old dame yet
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toujours gai toujours gai"
Why does a hive's queen act so, um, unladylike? It turns out that's an interesting question—and not the only one.
It's always right.
Peeved at Clippy the annoying talking paperclip in MS Word? If you're rude to him, he'll tell you how to turn him off. Programmers call this unhappy user detection.
Taylor Dinerman offers an appreciation of Heinlein on the occasion of his centenary. Of course, he conveniently skips over that embarrassing incest novel <I>Time Enough for Love</I>, but I've always marveled that that one raised eyebrows at all. After all, the heroes of <A HREF="http://ieng9.ucsd.edu/~mfedder/zombies.html">"All You Zombies"</A> (considered by some to be the best time travel story ever—although I confess to being thoroughly creeped out by it) and <A HREF="http://www.xs4all.nl/~pot/scifi/byhisbootstraps.pdf">"By His Bootstraps"</A> go considerably further than traveling back in time to seduce their mothers.
He's accurate.