The BTP posits that it's possible to take a solid sphere, cut it into pieces, rearrange the pieces using nothing more than rotation and translation, and then re-assemble them into two identical copies of the original sphere. "In other words," <I>www.kiro5hin.org</I> explains, "you've doubled the volume of the original sphere."
Teaching Buddhist precepts with a cartoon kitty. Probably won't cause riots.
Turns out, it might reinforce a bad call rather than correct one. What works better? Maybe the pause button.
Although 1905 is remembered as Einstein's <I>annus mirabilis</I>, there were other scientists doing good work then, too. Tony Rothman gives a few of them a shout-out.
Glad to learn these are myths. I've always wondered if my year in Peru was wasted just because I could never determine if the water swirled in the wrong direction in my basin. I still can't tell you which way it flows when I flush.
Seconds before they explode, giant stars hum middle C.
It must have been at Herald Square, where I was transferring onto the <a href="http://www.mta.nyc.ny.us/nyct/service/bline.htm">B</a>, that I realized JA had left a message on my cell. I couldn't listen to the message below the ground — no service down there — but the display let me know that the call arrived at 7:58am. Why in the world would John be calling me at 7:58 in the morning? It was now almost 8:30. Shit:
Or is it? <I>www.moistworks.com</I> is an aggregator site and a darn good one. Here, it explores the relationship between the chicken and funk—although it does omit the superb "Chicken Stuff" by slide guitarist Hop Wilson. And who could ignore Amos Milburn's rocking "Chicken Shack?" OTOH, any place that posts Swamp Dogg's "Eat the Goose Before the Goose Eats You" is well worth visiting.
I've posted a lot of text today, so take a tour of Amiens. Chill out, look around. Beautiful place.
Using functional magnetic resonance imaging (fMRI) to measure brain responses to the Superbowl commercials. Your amygdala was not as amused by that FedEx ad as you were.