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I've posted a lot of text today, so take a tour of Amiens. Chill out, look around. Beautiful place.
Or is it? www.moistworks.com is an aggregator site and a darn good one. Here, it explores the relationship between the chicken and funk—although it does omit the superb "Chicken Stuff" by slide guitarist Hop Wilson. And who could ignore Amos Milburn's rocking "Chicken Shack?" OTOH, any place that posts Swamp Dogg's "Eat the Goose Before the Goose Eats You" is well worth visiting.
It must have been at Herald Square, where I was transferring onto the B, that I realized JA had left a message on my cell. I couldn't listen to the message below the ground — no service down there — but the display let me know that the call arrived at 7:58am. Why in the world would John be calling me at 7:58 in the morning? It was now almost 8:30. Shit:
Was
I
late?
But I couldn't be late — the invite said 9:00; I'd checked it a billion times. I'd meant to bring it home last night before leaving the office, but, in my special way, I'd left it, and so many other…
Glad to learn these are myths. I've always wondered if my year in Peru was wasted just because I could never determine if the water swirled in the wrong direction in my basin. I still can't tell you which way it flows when I flush.
Although 1905 is remembered as Einstein's annus mirabilis, there were other scientists doing good work then, too. Tony Rothman gives a few of them a shout-out.
Turns out, it might reinforce a bad call rather than correct one. What works better? Maybe the pause button.
The BTP posits that it's possible to take a solid sphere, cut it into pieces, rearrange the pieces using nothing more than rotation and translation, and then re-assemble them into two identical copies of the original sphere. "In other words," www.kiro5hin.org explains, "you've doubled the volume of the original sphere."
And then my head explodes. Not my real head—just a mathematical model of my head.