I'm bringing this up, not only because it's annoying as hell but also because of two recent events. First, is word that it looks as though…
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One of the weirdest musical phenomena that I know of is the symbiotic relationship between really bad music, mostly classic rock schlock, played at maximum volume, and professional sporting events. I mean have you ever been to an NFL game where you didn’t hear Ozzy Osbourne’s "Crazy Train"? And let's not even discuss the NBA where the prospect of being exposed to more Kelly Clarkson or the All American Rejects keeps me from even thinking of attending.
Jon Carroll reports on his summer reading—Agincourt: Henry V and the Battle That Made England,—and proves yet again that he can turn out better stuff daily than most of us can hope for in a lifetime.
Money quote: "So the English army laid siege to Harfleur, and laying siege is a dirty business, and a lot more soldiers died of dysentery than died in battle. There was terrible sanitation back then, plus a notable failure to understand the germ theory of disease. Then the remains of the army decided to march to Calais, and, what with one thing and another, the French army didn't catch up…
I hate when that happens.
Studying with the TV on is obviously the reason I don't remember any organic chemistry.
The thing about Tuesday is that I've got my therapy session at 6pm. I spend the day processing submissions for our Buyer's Guide. I go through each Excel spreadsheet making sure things look the way they're supposed to. It's a tedious, generally unfulfilling, task. A task measured out in columns, rows, and cells. I have found no way to incorporate art or love. I transfer the tidied files from one folder on our server to another. Cut and paste. Control X, Control C. Kristina then collects the new file and transfers it to a Master spreadsheet. It is a strange kind of communication,…
Scientific American says cognitive scientists believe chess really is "the touchstone of the intellect." Although it makes for a good story, I suspect they just think that little horsie looks cool.
Well, the last time I was in Peru, I bought a piece of eight because I heard that's what Brian May uses as a pick—but that was only 400 years old and only cost about $4. These picks, made from meteorites, are 4.5 billion years old and cost over $100.
And my guitar playing will still blow.
From Stereophile writer Fred Mills:
Tom Waits tickets for the August 2nd show at the Thomas Wolfe Auditorium in Asheville, NC sold out in 15 minutes. Waits publicist Tresa Redburn tells me the Atlanta date sold out in less than half hour.
"Yours truly was on-line hacking away at the Ticketmaster site," Mills said today, taking a break from pressure washing moss from the roof of his home in Asheville.
He also mentioned that a pair of tickets for the Chicago show went on eBay and someone who couldn’t wait for the auction, used the "Buy Now" function and bought them for $1500.00. I scanned…
Researchers at the University of Pennsylvania School of Medicine estimate that the human eye transmits visual data at more or less the rate of an Ethernet connection.
Maybe we do have the technology to rebuild Colonel Austin.
I'm not surprised at studies' conclusion that a committed relationship and a social network are more crucial to happiness than wealth. No, I'm gobsmacked that there's a field called "happiness research."