Really digging this track I heard on Ken’s show on WFMU this morning.

Was a session for the final edition of BBC Radio 3’s “Mixing It”, broadcast on 9 February 2007. This is a one track CD single - just under 20 minutes long. Thanks to Felix Carey, Philip Tagney, Mark Russell, Robert Sandall and Ergo Phizmiz.

Download: People Like Us - On the Rooftops of London (MP3)

I’m frequently frustrated by websites that don’t include a text-only or printer-friendly version of the articles they publish.  (While I’m on the topic, I’m extremely frustrated by “Print” buttons that do nothing but select File>Print for me—or, worse, send the job straight to the printer with no dialogue.)

To solve that problem, a great javascript bookmarklet by Arc90: Readability.

Cutting board dispenses crumbs into bird feeder.

Time for WFMU’s annual fundraiser.  Donate! Great eclectic, unique, freeform radio station—totally worth it.  If you aren’t already familiar, give them a listen.

“Enquiries into very many received tenets and commonly presumed truths.”

These are great.

Updates to practically the full line: Mac mini, iMac, Mac Pro, MacBook Pro, Time Capsule, and AirPort Extreme.

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Originally from John Hodgman’s Twitter feed, noted by Andy Baio, here.

By definition, it may mean disinterest (although simple silence would be a more damning and sincere response, in that case)  […]  But in use, it almost universally seems to signal: I am just interested enough to make one last joyless, nitpicky swipe and then disappear

Twelve Virtues of Rationality, by Eliezer S. Yudkowsky.

The first virtue is curiosity.  A burning itch to know is higher than a solemn vow to pursue truth.  To feel the burning itch of curiosity requires both that you be ignorant, and that you desire to relinquish your ignorance.  If in your heart you believe you already know, or if in your heart you do not wish to know, then your questioning will be purposeless and your skills without direction.  Curiosity seeks to annihilate itself; there is no curiosity that does not want an answer.  The glory of glorious mystery is to be solved, after which it ceases to be mystery.  Be wary of those who speak of being open-minded and modestly confess their ignorance.  There is a time to confess your ignorance and a time to relinquish your ignorance.

Steven Millhauser on the state of the short story vis-à-vis novels, from the New York Times.

The novel is insatiable—it wants to devour the world.  What’s left for the poor short story to do?  It can cultivate its garden, practice meditation, water the geraniums in the window box.  It can take a course in creative nonfiction.  It can do whatever it likes, so long as it doesn’t forget its place—so long as it keeps quiet and stays out of the way.  “Hoo ha!” cries the novel.  “Here ah come!”  The short story is always ducking for cover.  The novel buys up the land, cuts down the trees, puts up the condos.  The short story scampers across a lawn, squeezes under a fence.

The election, from start to finish, represented as a stream of buzzwords
and –phrases.

This. Fucking. Election.

Fun.  Press C to change the color.  (You can also do a gradient effect by dragging from one color to the next.)

ThisIsSand.com

It took me long enough, but I finally upgraded.

Don’t miss The Big Picture’s “Year 2008 in Photographs” — parts one, two, and three.

But are we already forgetting this?

We don’t call it a security pact but an agreement to withdraw the troops…

Hmm…