This year is a low-key Thanksgiving. It's very nice so far.
spatch took a picture of the Byfar coffee mug I was drinking out of, genteelly eliding the fact that I wasn't drinking coffee out of it. Please enjoy some links in the aftermath.
1. Improbable Research now has a Patreon! If you want to help fund the people who made it possible for me to sing smart ridiculous opera this fall, here's how to do it. They will be resurrecting their much-missed podcast and I am for weird radio in all its forms.
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conuly: MANTIS ADVICE COLUMNIST. It is not holiday-specific, but it's not holiday-inapplicable, either. "[DIVIDE] [MALE] [INTO] [FOUR] [PORTIONS] [SO] [ALL] [MAY] [CONSUME]"
3. I knew the outlines of this story, but not, actually, the name the disputes were given: "The Transfermium Wars: Scientific Brawling and Name-Calling during the Cold War."
4. My childhood would have been significantly different with the Red Line running through it: "A visionary plan for the MBTA's future (from 1947)." Thanks a lot, St. Agnes.
5. I relate extremely to these questions from the 1935 San Francisco Examiner. Going by the 1939 Paducah Sun-Democrat, we're all philosophers these days.
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1. Improbable Research now has a Patreon! If you want to help fund the people who made it possible for me to sing smart ridiculous opera this fall, here's how to do it. They will be resurrecting their much-missed podcast and I am for weird radio in all its forms.
2. Courtesy of
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3. I knew the outlines of this story, but not, actually, the name the disputes were given: "The Transfermium Wars: Scientific Brawling and Name-Calling during the Cold War."
4. My childhood would have been significantly different with the Red Line running through it: "A visionary plan for the MBTA's future (from 1947)." Thanks a lot, St. Agnes.
5. I relate extremely to these questions from the 1935 San Francisco Examiner. Going by the 1939 Paducah Sun-Democrat, we're all philosophers these days.