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Back in college, I used to spend waaay too much time in the morning contemplating all the text on the label of Dr. Bronner's Magic Soap. One day I realized that this was a bad way to start the day before coffee and I began to decant the stuff into unlabeled bottles. Still do, for that matter. If you've never seen the original, the quotes are no less random in sequence.
I'm addicted to science news, in case you haven't noticed, so one of the best discoveries I've made recently is Seed Media's ScienceBlogs, which is billed as "the web's largest conversation about science. It features blogs from a wide array of scientific disciplines, with new voices coming on board regularly. It is a global, digital science salon."
Long time favorites of mine such as Deltoid, have moved there and SB is searchable by keyword or discipline. I am so there.
Celebrating the 40th anniversary of Rubber Soul. Looks better than the usual tribute record—especially Ben Harper's "Michelle."
The Smoking Gun has posted recently discovered mug shot portraits of heroes of the 1956 Montgomery bus boycott protests and a 1961 Freedom Riders protest. This is a must-see web tribute.
Thank you TSG.
James Lovelock, originator of the Gaia theory, is not optomistic about human life on earth.
Okay, no Lance this year, but the TDF is still going to be exciting. Ditto, the Tour de Georgia, even if it does venture into Tennessee.
Are we hardwired to appreciate certain landscapes,stories, foods, and experiences? Denis Dutton argues that culture is not the whole story of art. Interesting essay, but this is an argument that's going to take a lot more space to make. I'm waiting for the book—but this article makes me want to read it.
For all you TinTin fans out there—an amazing piece of sculpture.
Thanks Jeff!
Typically, I didn't discover Henry Green through reviews, a college class, or a bookstore display. Somebody left Blindness in the record store I worked in and, after it spent sufficient time in the lost and found box, I took it home one night when I'd run out of stuff to read.
The British upper-class landscape was familiar from Waugh, Powell, and Huxley, but the language was fresh and almost baffling. I loved it.
I became convinced that admirers of Green quite possibly might be promoting his work by leaving books scattered around for receptive minds to discover—a viral marketing…