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Dr. Anne Newman suggests that a simple test—the ability to briskly walk a quarter of a mile—might be an "important determinant" not only of whether an elderly subject might be alive in six years, but of the illness or disability he or she might experience during that time. Yes, it's a small sample, but I'm going to keep walking.
A tribe living on Brazil's Maici River has only three pronouns, no words for colors, no use for numbers, and not much of a past tense. But its language is generating debates among linguists like you wouldn't believe.
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.
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. Tarkio's keeping me awake with banjos and bells, and, aside from the random e-mail, there are no more interruptions…
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.
Through the courtesy of Fred's two feet—and the Kaavya Viswanathan kerfluffle. Or something.
My wife insisted that I post this, "the best exam answer ever." Not that it did the guy any good.