Over at Affinity, Caine’s been working on a pair of freethought pants. I approve. But when I read the title, I burst out laughing for no reason that would have made sense to anyone, except the people at a company where I used to work back in 1997…
What’s the best way to burn incense?
I just made a large-ish batch of incense!!!11!
When I was a kid my parents used to set me loose on the streets of Paris, with coin for admission to various museums, and a croissant and some hot chocolate. And I almost always wound up spending at least a day at Les Invalides, the military museum.
Ok, play nice, yall. Don’t dump the really obvious ones.
In a past thread, someone commented about topologists not knowing the difference between a donut and a coffee cup.
I forwarded that to a friend of mine who’s a recovering topologist, who said “of course we can tell the difference: coffee stays in a cup and leaves a donut.”
My dad says it’s something that happens naturally after you’ve worked in a field long enough: you start to feel like you’re looping back and forth on yourself. He used to say he’d find himself going to American Historical Association meetings as an “emeritus professor” that he had gone to as a newly-minted professor: some things had changed, some things hadn’t, so the changes and the gaps in the change were what really jumped out.
Someone is offering to teach me how to talk to cats.
“The Cat Language Bible” – sounds like future litterbox lining.
PZ just posted a piece “Who Knew Fjords Could be So Dangerous?” about the movie “The Wave” (which I also recommend)
The elevator in the hotel this morning, was scientifically designed by a cognitive psychologist gone horribly wrong, to torture people who have hangovers.