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A Bridge

I look up and smile, nod my head, and respond: "You might be right about that."

Robert, John, and Elizabeth seem to think that I go after unobtainable, or unavailable, women because I'm, perhaps subconsciously, trying to avoid the responsibilities I'd inevitably face from actually being in a relationship.

"And, you know," JA turns to Elizabeth, "he's got the right idea."
"Why's that?" Elizabeth asks.
"Because women are crazy."

I laugh. Elizabeth gives John a look. John recognizes the look and offers: "But, of course, we think of you as a man,…

The Worsley Institute of Blu-Tack Art

It's not just for speakers any more.Thanks, Jeff.

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The 15 richest fictional characters. Includes Lex Luthor, Luicius Malfoy, Cruella De Vil, and Bruce Wayne. What, no Jay Gatsby?

10 Ways to Destroy the Earth

Don't say I didn't warn you about #7.

<I>Adventures in Synthetic Biology</I>

Nature does comics? Who knew?

The Search For Objective Knowledge In Baseball

As an audiophile, I relate to David Grabner's search for truth through the minutiae of his obsession. A great read.

The Amazing Adventures of Lethem and Chabon

"Always remember—with great reading comes great responsibility."

Build Your Own Electrostatic Headphones

Hey kids, don't do this at home unless you know what you're doing. But have fun!

Field Goals

When I think about how I spent my time this weekend — eating and drinking with friends, listening to music, watching the Giants beat the Cowboys to gain sole possession of first place in the NFC East — I really have no complaints. These are all great things. Why then, when you ask me how my weekend was, do I sigh and say: "It was okay, I guess"?

Am I simply a sad person? Am I depressed? Is my spirit as dark and as dead as the Giants' offense, as limp and as wobbly as an Eli Manning pass?

I often feel very much alone. It's funny because in those moments when I feel…

Are Sharpies Bad for CDRs?

Well, are they?