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And that wobbly table will become stable. There's a proof.
And that wobbly table will become stable. There's a proof.
Well, <I>Wired</I> tackles 40 of 'em. The other two are up to us.
Evan Thomas and Jeffrey T. Richelson have written books that chart the CIA's legacy of arrogant wrongheadedness.
OMG, there's a Dumas novel I haven't read? (A Dumas novel I haven't even heard of?)
Speaking of great jazz websites, Rod from Loughborough has a dandy 'un in <I>wordsandmusic</I>. It's just what the title says: thoughtful words on music Rod likes, linked to examples, deep references, and videos.
What a combination, as Forums participant jazzfan would say. I just discovered <I>Destination: OUT</I>, a website that posts MP3s of out of print jazz discs. Lots of good stuff there. Play nice.
While compiling the data for Recommended Components, I came across High Water Sound's new website. Stark, black backgrounds are broken by quiet images of strength and beauty, New York City's Brooklyn Bridge taken from so many lovely angles, presenting all of its long lines and promises. Brick walls, cold air, and hard work. 2-channel with attitude. It's always a nice surprise to find a good-looking audio website, so I congratulated High Water's Jeffrey Catalano on a job well-done.
I was desperately cruising the web looking for a final post for the day when Jon Iverson sent this tea partay.
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I enjoy reading science writer Carl Zimmer and browse his website <I>The Loom</I> frequently. The post I link to below is a great example why.
The list of poetry editors with whom I am not familiar is not a short one, but until I read this appreciation of Al Alvarez in <I>The Scotsman</I>, I only knew his name from my tattered copy of <I>The New Poetry</I>—a book that lived on the transmission hump of my 'lime green 69 Plymouth Valiant and got quite a workout as I waited (endlessly) for my waitress girlfriend to get off shift at the IHOP.