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"You better not lie," the song tells us, but flying reindeer and a benevolent fat guy in a red suit is hardly an advertisement for truthiness.
A nuclear physicist reviews Plutonium: A History of the World's Most Dangerous Element, arguing that understanding the element could help us construct a rational policy for dealing with its dangers.
Mistakes—we all make 'em. Why, just yesterday a kindly friend corrected my typo "Little Deuce Coop" before it appeared in print under my byline. But what if your oops involves a thermonuclear device?
It's scary how frequently that has actually happened.
Our popular "Recommended Components" issue begins its lucky life as this daunting stack of faxes.
We are working on it now.
David Murray has a new jazz album out. A decade or two ago, this wouldn’t be worth a shrug (though it would be worth a trip to Tower); he came out with two or three jazz albums every month. Those of us lucky to live in New York could also go see him lead his big band at the Knitting Factory every Monday night and see him play in a half-dozen other bands, as leader or sideman, at clubs all over the city. Then, in the mid-‘90s, he fell in love with a French woman, moved to Paris, broadened his musical palette (playing with Guadaloupean drummers, for instance)—all to nourishing effect, but the…
The New York Times has a dating column? The things you miss if you don't buy the Sunday Getting & Having edition.
It was a fascinating place—but it was his. Other than comic books, a Hitchcock film is the only place where it makes sense for a wrongfully accused man to have to catch the real villian. Yet, the plots were never the point, were they?
I loved Doug Marlette. His political cartoons were so sharp that I almost always laughed out loud—even when he slaughtered some of my sacred cows. I suppose that's one of the signs of really good political humor, since all of us can laugh at the other side's foibles.