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Bagheera is no shirker. A little heat wave doesn't deter her from her daily duty of making sure our block is thoroughly observed—especially those good-for-nothing squirrels.
Okay, not a pop quiz, but a test of your ability to differentiate the famous musicians from the unknowns.
Via John Marks, who got it from recording engineer extraordinaire Jerry Bruck.
The Age profiles Dava Sobel, author of Longitude (very highly recommended), Galileo's Daughter (ditto), and now Planets.
Planets may serve this blog's friend Clifton as a giant You Are Here sign, since he was last heard from in the comments section of yesterday's blog, lost somewhere amongst the 10 dimensions.
I see her from across the pool. She's tall and beautiful and dressed all in white.
The girl was the thing. At my first CES, all I did was follow them around. But this is how I first became familiar with YG Acoustics. At that demo, I was impressed by Yoav Gonczarowski's bold talk and love of music. His speakers, he said, approached perfection and were perhaps the most accurate in the world. He would demonstrate this, of course, with music. We were asked to follow as the speakers brought us closer to the essence of each musical piece. It can be a very effective demo technique…
It's Monday, I have a Jon Carroll column that discusses a new book on the differences between men and women, and it reveals the secret to stimulating a "major dopamine and oxytocin rush, which is the biggest, fattest neurological reward you can get outside of an orgasm." So how could I not link to it?
The bad news guys is that the trigger is "connecting through talking," which women have been telling us for years. Yeah, but this time the woman saying it is a scientist!
Yeah, that's a shock to anybody who has ever seen any of those commercials on late-night TV. But here's the thing, this Claire Hoffman article from The Los Angeles Times is a wonderful piece of participatory journalism.
Warning: You may want to wash thoroughly after reading about this repulsive yobbo.
Given its ubiquity, strength, and lightness, why don't they build bikes out of bamboo?
Brano Mares not only wondered, he built a beautiful bike. Wes want!
A medical mystery solved?
BTW, one of my favorite stories ever is that when Hollywood test-marketed the film of Alan Bennett's play The Madness of George III, it scored poorly because many potential viewers felt they had missed Madness I and II. So they changed the title to The Madness of King George.
Precisely because you're not miserable enough in the first place, if I follow this chap's reasoning.
"Bad" language alert.
So there I am, sitting eating my lunch, watching the news on TV, waiting like the slavering dog that I am for more Mel goes Mad, when none other than Alice Cooper a.k.a. Vince Furnier, he of the large pearly whites and the exquisitely died hair, comes on CNN and begins batting his bright eyes and cheerfully expounding on his new youth center in Phoenix.
Now, I consider the whole reformed rock star become prostelitizing anti-drug crusader thing to be fairly pitiful and Cooper is no exception. I'm not saying keep getting loaded. Just stop talking about when you did. And when you didn't.…