Fun With Fractals
Well, <I>I</I> think they're fun.
Well, <I>I</I> think they're fun.
Dump those trans-fats today.
Iowa State university has a happening scanning electron microscopy website. Amazing stuff that surrounds us everyday.
Maybe even a little more.
I remember linking to a similar site, but these are different, although equally fabulous, portraits. I find it easy to recognize these guys as members of the family.
No, I don't mean that we mens move our lips. Language warning: This articles contains stuff like, "We have an 'evolved cognitive predisposition to attribute states of mind to ourselves and others' that is also known as 'mind-reading.'"
I do believe in copyright and I do believe that creators deserve to benefit from their creations. However, very few works of literature remain popular even 20 years after their creation–and the current standard, recently extended by another 20 years, merely prevents legitimate uses, such as this case, where James Joyce's grandson is being pompous little pimple about who is "worthy" to write about his uncle.
They're selling cellphone frequencies to teens that confound adult teachers? Well, what frequency can <I>you</I> hear?
When we were enthusing about Dr. John and the Lower 911's concert at <A HREF="http://blog.stereophile.com/he2006/">HE2006</A>, John Atkinson exclaimed, "I can't believe he played a tango!"
Interestingly enough, this essay is <I>by</I> a woman. Sheesh, obviously only a guy would be qualified to handle this question. No, wait a minute, I 'm a guy and even <I>I</I> know better than to try to answer that one.