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According to Huckleberry, it's a good ear scratch.

Bagheera prefers lurking in the shadows, but every once in a while, she imitates a puddle of black on a light background.

"A linkworthy piece of musical-cultural criticism," writes John Marks. I agree. Now if John Derbyshire had merely said <I>Saturday Night Fever</I> was the greatest movie ever, I'd have agreed to disagree. His passionate and specific arguments, however, have convinced me to see it again with an open mind.

Joshua Ferris ponders the absence of work in literature. We spend most of our lives doing it, but it's MIA on the pages&mdash;unless you're a soldier, whaler, or private eye.

Is it me or does Phil Spector, the Wall&ndash;of&ndash;Sound inventor turned murder suspect, look more and more like a middle aged woman, particularly with his new blonde doo. If I were his lawyer I might have asked that he not change his hairstyle from notoriously weird to super weird on the eve of the trial. The photos, CNN.com has some doozies, that are really, really strange. Him with that Doris Day gone mad hair waving a pistol around demanding God knows what? Whatever the verdict, the man needs supervision.

I really like this animated short. I don't know who produced it, but he or she tells a nice story in just over two minutes.