Voluptuous Sumptuous Splendor
I'm not even sure what holiday it was that kept us out of the office yesterday, but I am thankful for it. We can call it Tweak Day.
I'm not even sure what holiday it was that kept us out of the office yesterday, but I am thankful for it. We can call it Tweak Day.
He's a genius, but he can't drive a car, hold down a 9-to-5 job, or tell left from right. So he works from home, developing custom courses on language acquisition, numeracy, and literacy. He's autistic and he's articulate. Richard Johnson delivers a three-dimensional portrait of a very rare savant—one who can tell us how he does what he does.
It has all the cool accessories.
Yeah, yeah, I know—it's not cool to dig <I>Dilbert</I> now that it's huge. So sue me. I like Scot Adams' work ethic, the fact that he still corresponds with his readers, and his schtick. I think the strip continues to be the high point of the daily three-panel gag strips. Also, a lot is this is sadly true.
Whom are you calling a pedant? (Two guesses.)
In case that device for perfusing your head doesn't work, there's always transplantation. How has <I>this</I> been kept so quiet?
A "device for perfusing an animal head." Wonder if the patent was granted.
<I>Foreign Policy</I> posts a photo essay to accompany <A HREF="http://www.wesjones.com/shipbreakers.htm">"The Shipbreakers"</A>.
This week, we turn to audio equipment. What percentage of your audio equipment purchases in the last 12 months has been at a brick-and-mortar retailer in your area?
It's starting to seem like Columbia Records had a difficult time with that whole "live recording" as a paradigm for authenticity thing. First, we discovered that Duke Ellington's <I>Live at Newport</I> was faked, now Johnny Cash's <I>Live at Folsom Prison</I> turns out to be less than authentic, too. Is nothing sacred?