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No, I don't mean that we mens move our lips. Language warning: This articles contains stuff like, "We have an 'evolved cognitive predisposition to attribute states of mind to ourselves and others' that is also known as 'mind-reading.'"
I remember linking to a similar site, but these are different, although equally fabulous, portraits. I find it easy to recognize these guys as members of the family.
Robert has asked me to review the new Sonic Youth album, Rather Ripped. You'd think I'd be thrilled about this. I would be, normally. But, so far, I find the new Sonic Youth album to be disappointing, an underachievement. Having to review the new Sonic Youth album is beginning to stress me out. Thus: this, therapy.
The new Sonic Youth album starts with a song called "Reena." "Reena" turns me off in such a way that I can hardly get through to its end. Maybe, I'm thinking, if "Reena" wasn't around, or if Rather Ripped simply didn't begin with "Reena," I'd like the album a whole…
Iowa State university has a happening scanning electron microscopy website. Amazing stuff that surrounds us everyday.
The Times has a nice splash on Buckley, upon the UK release of the film Thank You For Smoking.
In the world of dino rock, several really interesting tidbits today. For some unknown reason (I'm betting the right blend of meds), Brian Wilson did not push Mike Love off the roof of the Capitol Tower in L.A. when the three surviving Beach Boys met up there on Monday to get a framed metal-coated record signifying that their latest greatest hits compilation had turned the sales odometer over to 2x platinum.
And then word from the UK that The Who, which is now a duo, are creating—and yes, I was being kind there—another of the specialty we hoped, for their sake they’d finally forsaken,…