Stereotypes and Scientists
<I>Bwah ha ha haaa!</I> The mad professor is still the perennial favorite.
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Notes From James Joyce's Writing Workshop
<I>McSweeney</I>'s again—and all too believable.
Scan Those LPs!
Hmmm. Okay, we're not talking real hi-fi here, but a good read nonetheless.
The Coolest Speaker Packaging Ever
Damn. Today it's 5:45pm and I'm just getting started. At least I'm not alone; Elizabeth is still here, worrying about page numbers and layouts so that JA can worry about other things.
No Points For Style?
My wife insisted that I post this, "the best exam answer ever." Not that it did the guy any good.
The Wasteland Meets Gravity's Rainbow
Through the courtesy of Fred's two feet—and the Kaavya Viswanathan kerfluffle. Or something.
Generation Xerox
Kurt Andersen says that it's probably too late for Kaavya Viswanathan to claim "the similarities were part of a deliberate postmodern intertextual take on 'real' genre novels." Umm hmmm.
Yawning As Social Behavior
In other words, yawns <I>are</I> contagious.
How to Fold a Pocket Square
It's a bit of a shame about the blog: I often don't get started on an entry until late in the day. For instance, I'm starting this entry at 5:23pm. At 5:23pm, most people are on their ways home, while I'm here, feeling like I'm just getting started. And I put a lot of effort into these words. It takes some time. Even the shitty entries take awhile. I hope this doesn't sound like a complaint. I'm not complaining. I actually enjoy these circumstances. I'm relaxing now. <a href="http://www.killrockstars.com/bands/factsheets/tarkio/">Tarkio</a>'s keeping me awake with banjos and bells, and, aside from the random e-mail, there are no more interruptions to keep me from writing, which is what I love most. I like this time. I like 5:23pm. I like my job. Which gets me to something else I wanted to mention, had I had the opportunity to simply mention it when it came to mind, rather than beating around the clock like this:
Have Spacesuit, Will Travel
As a kid, I loved the Heinlein novel with that title, which began, IIRC, with the hero "testing" his spacesuit by jogging through his neighborhood in it—at night, so he wouldn't attract attention. North Dakota is probably a better choice.