Well, it ain't because I'm an early riser—I didn't go to sleep last night
Okay, I feel like hell, so here are three things that have improved my evening.
1. A rare photograph of J. Robert Oppenheimer (plus other people) in color. Oppie's the one on the left with the good eyebrows:
2. Odetta singing "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right." I've heard eight or nine versions of this song over the years—I grew up on Joan Baez's—and while most of them at least play with the idea that the narrator is trying to convince themselves as much as their ex-object of desire, Odetta's is sauntering, breezy, and genuinely could not care less. We never did too much talking anyway, so don't think twice—it's all right.
3. The way this post (courtesy of![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
moon_custafer) provides a great deal of scientific information about the toxins and mechanics of the cone snail while also devolving/ascending into a paean to its apocalyptic glories.
In conclusion, Autolycus thinks it is time for bed and I should probably agree with him.
1. A rare photograph of J. Robert Oppenheimer (plus other people) in color. Oppie's the one on the left with the good eyebrows:
2. Odetta singing "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right." I've heard eight or nine versions of this song over the years—I grew up on Joan Baez's—and while most of them at least play with the idea that the narrator is trying to convince themselves as much as their ex-object of desire, Odetta's is sauntering, breezy, and genuinely could not care less. We never did too much talking anyway, so don't think twice—it's all right.
3. The way this post (courtesy of
moon_custafer) provides a great deal of scientific information about the toxins and mechanics of the cone snail while also devolving/ascending into a paean to its apocalyptic glories.In conclusion, Autolycus thinks it is time for bed and I should probably agree with him.
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I'd seen one other photograph, taken almost twenty years later—Wellerstein links it in the post I got this one from. I had never seen him in color and candid and young.
(I wish I had known about this blog when I was writing "The Trinitite Golem." Just its Oppenheimer tag is a glorious time sink. Oh, well.)