As both a consumer and curator of information, I spend a great deal of time thinking about the architecture of knowledge.
Wouldn’t it be nice if in real life, when you’re at a party and can’t think of anything interesting to say, you simply repeat what someone just said, giving them credit?
“Yo-Yo played through my piece, sight-reading the whole thing,” Mr. Adolphe says. “And when that impossible chord came, he somehow found a way to play it.”
Put another way: In order for the characters to go on living in your head, the careers of the actors who played them must die.
And ever since the deaths last year of painters Cy Twombly and Lucian Freud, collectors searching for another senior statesman have started giving his work a closer look.
In a lab at Rutgers University one fearless woman is about to donate her orgasm to medical science.
Just like snowflakes, no two nipples are the same.
or, to put it bluntly — pink is a made up color.
Your porn habits won’t be incognito for long if people borrowing your computer get curious about what that prominent red O is.
I don’t care if you fuck an elephant, just so long as you don’t cover the circus.
If it DOES mount, does the penis get stuck like a dog’s? HELP!
A gay friend of hers, it turns out, had inseminated her with a turkey baster, or so she said.
First, the facts.
Here’s a sentence I never expected to type: You should really read the Grand Forks Herald’s review of The Olive Garden.
“We know how a word is spoken can affect its meaning. So can how it’s typed,” said cognitive scientist Kyle Jasmin of the University of College London, co-author of a study about the so-called “QWERTY effect” in Psychonomic Bulletin and Review.
We know a lot more about how the brain works compared to the ancient Greeks, but a decade into the 21st century researchers are still debating which of Plato’s horses is in control, and which one we should listen to.
We have learned to worry about asteroids and supervolcanoes, but the more-likely scenario, according to Nick Bostrom, a professor of philosophy at Oxford, is that we humans will destroy ourselves.
In this way, at the beginning of the final year of my psychiatry fellowship, New York City worked itself into my life at walking pace.
If you hate the whole idea, please know that it’s not my fault.
Even though all signs pointed to doing the right thing, which meant moving back to Switzerland, I refused.
Not so sure I trust Fox to release anything with out a left slant. They have really changed.
The Wire aspires to be more than just mere television, but when Omar is on the screen, it’s difficult for me to take the show as seriously as it wants me to.
“We fuel the fire we try to put out,” Harrison said.
The change will be brought about as a result of a felt need for increased efficiency.
Everyone, it’s time you learned about the painful secrets of the crimson coif.
With this knowledge, we can make intelligent predictions about what is to come.
If technology is culture, why don’t we start talking about it that way?
The fact that (heterosexual) men’s enjoyment of consequence-free sex is dependent on the privilege of those consequences being borne by someone else might become thinkable, if those “someone elses” had a public platform to speak about it.
Psychologists have known for some years that it is almost impossible to speak when your words are replayed to you with a delay of a fraction of a second.
The most basic way to shut down Windows 8 is through the Charms bar.
The political implications of a yearning to conserve that kind of milieu would be very different from the implications of yearning to preserve the aspects of life that are celebrated in country music.
If you look VERY closely, you can see a van in this photo:
Sadly, the design is only a prototype, and Haüsser’s looking for sponsors to take it into the next phase.
It’s an exchange; the price of the ticket I pay for free entrance into the Library of Babel.
There is a scene in this film where a character is defecated on by several people at the same time, and I dunno … I didn’t enjoy it.
And craving, it turns out, is what powers a habit.
Where, they wondered, did that poop come from?
And I’d like to add: I don’t give a shit what she looks like.
It’s time to play: Khamenei or Santorum? Who said what?
I first saw the video yesterday afternoon and I still cackle every time I think about the phrase “tummy pockets.”
So, in theory, the act of sharing those memories is an act of forgetting them.
Fact. Sometimes I will meet a deer in my dreams and he will invite me into his vagina.
It was here, in a single moment of transmission from chimp to human, that a strain of virus called HIV-1 group M first appeared.