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My favorite: "I will not have Henry throwing tomatoes at a spinning fan blade whilst yelling at Montjoy."
The way I figure it, the least Popular Science can do is publish articles like this about jet-packs. If I recall correctly, it predicted we'd all have one in the Twenty-First Century.
While riding the F train this morning, I, for some reason, found myself face down on the Hawkins Street School asphalt. All over again, on this hot, summer, 5th grade afternoon: Jose Quiros pushed his weight down against my lower spine, clenched his angry hands around my 10-year old throat, and announced, clearly and confidently: "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you..."
A few days ago, I asked George Kaye to provide me with the pros and cons of using a passive preamp in conjunction with his 401HR, and to also go into some detail regarding the benefits of…
This A/V presentation from the BBC is a three-minute vacation from your day job. Wonderful pictures.
I guess I never really thought about the uniqueness of sand, no matter how many times I heard that expression. Microscopy made me think about it—and the corollary notion that every beach and sandpit is unique as well.
I do have trouble with the concept of being a sand collector, but I suppose audiophiles have no right to cock an eyebrow at how strange other hobbies are.
This Hubble Space Telescope image of the face-on spiral galaxy Messier 101 (M101) is the clearest, most detailed piece of astronomy porn I've ever seen.
The signal returns to the source.
This weekend, over brunch, I read an article in the New York Times which discussed the Rod Serling museum, proposed for a Fall 2007 opening in Serling's hometown, Binghampton, NY. The article made a lovely, if obvious, connection between the creation of the museum and the ever-present theme within Serling's work that is our tendency, or our desire, to return home. In "Walking Distance," an episode of Serling's The Twilight Zone, Martin Sloan, a nostalgic and discontented middle-aged ad exec, goes off for a Sunday drive and wanders innocently into his…
But Damon Krukowski, drummer for Galaxie 500, has turned his back on the touring life to teach expository writing at Harvard. But that's just his day job—he still performs music around town with his wife as Damon & Naomi.
I almost called Christopher Moore the funniest writer you've never heard of, but his sales indicate that an awful lot of people have not only heard of him, but have bought his books. He's not perzackly a household name, but I'd put him in the company of Terry Pratchett, Douglas Adams, Neil Gaiman, and Carl Hiiassen—you know, writers whose books you save for when you need a can't-fail pick-me-up.
If you don't know his stuff, dip into this interview and then start working through his canon. Or is it cannon? I always get those mixed up—either way, it's high calibre.
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