Sting is on the radio. Listening to it is akin to drinking men’s cologne....– Neko Case tour travelogue. I am having way too much fun reading this.
AVC: Was your 35th a big, taking-stock kind of birthday? NC: No, I don’t...– Neko Case interview, The A.V. Club
The patrons of these museums are different from art fans; one sees few adults...– Thomas H. Benton, Preserving the Future of Natural History Museums. This sums up all too well my frustration with why people my own age without kids seem completely disinterested in hanging out at the Texas Memorial Museum. Natural history isn’t just for children!
Trying out sensory deprivation isolation tanks. →
While these sound almost too new-agey, I still want to try a few sessions in a sensory deprivation tank someday.
The Boundaries of a Breakup (over Facebook) →
This guy’s grandpa is exactly like my grandma when it comes to online behavior; it’s adorable. My experience with breakups and Facebook is somewhat similar, though mine is less of the “still attached and yearning” variety and more of the “Why are you online stalking all of the friends of mine you tried to mutually friend after I defriended you?”
One of the weird psychological artifacts of growing up in modern times is that...– Wiley Wiggins, “The Universe According to Scrooge McDuck.” Full article.
Celery Julep: A possible Thanksgiving cocktail →
This sounds like a delicious and refreshing drink to go with a massive Turkey Day feast. I just might try to make it when I’m in Orange next week. The book it’s from, Simple Fresh Southern by Matt and Ted Lee, sounds like a keeper.
Skeptics argue nonetheless that gender blending is bound to remain a marginal...– “It’s All a Blur to Them,” Ruth La Ferla, The New York Times (Full article.) Someone call me when it’s once again fashionable to be totally stacked, ok?
The call of the hototogisu, or the little cuckoo... →
“No words can suffice to express all the delights of the hototogisu. But though it will draw attention to itself by singing very self-importantly, it then has an annoying way of lurking deep among the leaves of a deutzia or orange tree and making itself virtually invisible. You wake during the brief nights of the rainy season and lie there waiting, determined to be the first to hear the...