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I'm not an economist, so I can't vouch for how accurate this is, but I loved the wild ride. First it teaches classic B-school pricing philosophy and then it tells you that everything you just learned is wrong. It does seem to explain a lot.
I missed Pharyngula's picture of planktonic octopus paralarva from last Friday. It's not cat-blogging, but it sure is pretty.
Mali's proto-bluesman dead at 66. I loved his guitar, true—but I really loved his phrasing as a singer. If you haven't heard his duet with kora-player Toumani Duabaté, you're missing one of the great records of this century.
On the streets today, people seem so smart and full of Spring. Though the temperature has dropped ten degrees from its high, the sun is still shining. It's 32 degrees and sunny in New York City.
I love the word "still," by the way. I have to tell you. It means so much more than its five letters.
On the train this morning, I read.
Elizabeth Costello is giving a lecture on animals now. She refers to Kafka's story about an ape, Red Peter, that is captured and brought into civilization. To avoid "life" in a zoo, the ape, Red Peter, decides to become human. He, the ape…
David Bragin sent these alternate meanings to existing words. I Googled them and found they're two years old—although they still seem fresh'n'tasty to me.
I like "willy-nilly."
"At the rager the chicks come and go
Talking about art or something, I don’t know."
Talking about art or something, I don’t know."
Heuristics—and Dan Goldstein—say not necessarily. A more pop-culturish explanation is presented on Goldstein's blog, where he shouts out to an excellent Malcolm Gladwell interview on ESPN.
There, now you have an entire morning's work-avoidance strategy.