Eureka!
Charting that "A ha!" moment.
Wes Phillips
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When Rarity Trumps Authenticity
I saw this article about a counterfeit antique coin last week and didn't give it a second thought. So what? I muttered. It just shows scammers were ever with us.
When Design Is a Matter of Life and Death
"You've taken on a design challenge and come up with a solution that's been widely admired and won you accolades. But a year or so later, you realize you made a mistake. There's something horribly wrong with your design. And it's not just something cosmetic — a badly resolved corner, some misspaced type — but a fundamental flaw that will almost certainly lead to catastrophic failure. And that failure will result not just in embarassment, or professional ruin, but death, the death of thousands of people.
When Design Is a Matter of Life and Death
"You've taken on a design challenge and come up with a solution that's been widely admired and won you accolades. But a year or so later, you realize you made a mistake. There's something horribly wrong with your design. And it's not just something cosmetic — a badly resolved corner, some misspaced type — but a fundamental flaw that will almost certainly lead to catastrophic failure. And that failure will result not just in embarassment, or professional ruin, but death, the death of thousands of people.
This Video is All Wet
Evian may have produced the greatest commercial ever. Well, for water anyway.
For All Your Fake Data Needs
On deadline? Need statistics to back up your project? Here's what you need.
Drink Up!
Drinking vessels of antiquity.
One Hundred Years of Solitary Dread
Richard Ouzounian wishes Samuel Beckett a happy centeniary. Well, if it's Beckett we're talking about, "happy" isn't precisely the word we want—and Beckett was all about le mot juste.
Hey Neighbor!
If you were sending a shout out to an alien species, what would you say? Here's what Cosmic Call sent via a 70m telescope in the Ukraine. Let's hope our fellow sapient species are brighter than I am—I had to click through to the translation.
"Poignance Measured in Digits"
I've been kicking myself for years for not saving the copy of The New York Times in which Hans Fantel wrote about hearing Bruno Walter's 1938 performance of Mahler's Ninth Symphony.