Amuse Me or Feed Me
"I'm so bored," said Bagheera. "You know what to do."
Amusia
To some people, music doesn't make any sense. There's a name for that: amusia. Auntie Beeb 'splains it to us.
An Abridged Dictionary
Don't pick up that dictionary! You're smart enough to figure out what that new word means.
An Appreciation of Henry Green
Typically, I didn't discover Henry Green through reviews, a college class, or a bookstore display. Somebody left Blindness in the record store I worked in and, after it spent sufficient time in the lost and found box, I took it home one night when I'd run out of stuff to read.
An Economist Goes To a Bar
Making sense of dating—sort of.
An Eight-Lane Highway For Processing Emotion
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?
An Englishman in New York
Gary Younge discovered that America is a big country—too big to be just one thing.
Ancient Bosnian Pyramid Update
It ain't over until the fat NGO sings?
And Another Thing That Irritates Me . . .
Charlie Brooker doesn't like his new phone.
And His Letters Grew Colder
The Times has published a lost Daphne du Maurier epistolatory short story unpublished for 70 years.