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Yes, I have posted to these before, but I didn't know the back story and the panels were poorly reproduced. Joel Johnson went out and bought Wood's memo to himself and posts high-resolution scans. He also tells us the real story behind "Wally Wood's 22 Panels That Always Work."
Well, actually on the 11th edition of the Encyclopedia Britannica, which is a delightful yard or so of bookspace. I used to have this edition, although I didn't realize that many bibliophiles consider it to be the best blend of fact and great writing ever collected. I just read it out of order on many a long winter's night. Somehow, Google just isn't the same.
No, not whether to have that extra martini, but rather how to isolate one voice out of the cacophony.
Todd came over the other night. He always comes with a surprise. On this night, his surprise was a rough mix of the John Atkinson-recorded Multi-Purpose Solution album, In Bed.
Have I mentioned that the band is done with making music? I did, I know, but I was not clear about it. I bowed to reticence and things like that, and left room for ambiguity. Now, I'm being clear: the band is done with making music. It's a bit of a sad thing, I suppose, as much as any end is a bit of a sad thing. I suppose.
But: it was time.
And, just because it's sad doesn't mean it's bad…
Beloit College publishes a "mindset" memo at the beginning of each year that reminds teachers that the new students don't have the same cultural references we oldsters do.
Via Jeff Wong.
One of the best books I read last year was Jared Diamond's Collapse, which argues that Easter Island is a classic tale of ecological disaster caused by overpopulation and the depletion of irreplaceable resources. Not so fast, says Terry L. Hunt.
Hmmmm.
Tea in the morning, tea in the evening, tea at supper
time,
You get tea when it's raining, tea when it's snowing.
Tea when the weather's fine,
You get tea as a mid-day stimulant
You get tea with your afternoon tea
For any old ailment or disease
For Christ sake have a cuppa tea.
You get tea when it's raining, tea when it's snowing.
Tea when the weather's fine,
You get tea as a mid-day stimulant
You get tea with your afternoon tea
For any old ailment or disease
For Christ sake have a cuppa tea.
I've been working on the Buyer's Guide all day long. It's a drag. Zzz. If I was Elizabeth (we're now calling her "Lizzzie," by the way), I might let my hair loose and kick something.
Numbers in cells, numbers in cells, numbers in cells. What crimes did these numbers commit? Where's Kristina when you need her?
Actually, she should be arriving any minute now. Though Tuesday was her last day in the office, she'll be meeting us for drinks this evening. No need to remind us of her age. We'll be sure she's drinking nothing but virgin pina coladas. I'm looking forward to it.…
I love Bob Dylan: the man, the music, the whole enchilada. I even like the endless tour, (currently playing triple A ballparks), which he seems determined to continue on until, to use that famous line from Midnight Cowboy, he "dies on the stage."
His vast achievements aside, the man is and always has been genuinely off kilter. Yes, yes, that's what makes him a great artist, yada yada yada. But I really don’t mean that in the usual he's a maverick artist so he’s gotta be nuts, kind of way. As he's grown older and grown that pencil thin mustache, he’s become a gaunter, even more solitary…
"Put down that mouse and go upstairs and pour some kibble into bowls. Do not stop to watch TV. Do it now!"
Bagheera practices her Ninja cat mind control techniques.