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At one moment in time very close to the sun setting, all the birds in the trees leave their perches to spend the evening somewhere more sheltered - it’s a beautiful sight.
At one moment in time very close to the sun setting, all the birds in the trees leave their perches to spend the evening somewhere more sheltered - it’s a beautiful sight.
Ultra running - Life. Running. Dean Karnazes … who ran to the South Pole.
Good and Bad Presentations - Featuring Gates and Jobs. (via Authentic Boredom).
Long hours of studying take their toll on creativity.
Meatiest cows … ever - Belgian blue cows don’t produce myostatin, which inhibits muscle development. So you end up with monster cows like this one. Interesting paper on myostatin.
And that … is the end of fall viewed through my window.
I’ve been looking for good music for the Christmas holiday. Christmas music is not always easy to find. Guess what I accidentally stumbled across? The Regis Philbin Christmas Album. Whaaaat? Given the musical careers of Hillary Duff and Lindsay Lohan, I should not be surprised that one only needs achievements in acting in order to record tremendously average music. Listening to the samples of this album was not a pleasant experience: imagine impeccable production mixed with the most stunningly mediocre, digitally corrected ‘singing’ you have ever heard. One review:
This album is what it is. And what it is, is Regis Philbin singing Christmas songs. REGIS PHILBIN. SINGING CHRISTMAS SONGS.
Shaking that bomb of an album off, we move on to the best Christmas albums you will ever hear (well some of them fit that qualifications … how more than one is the ‘best’ I do not know … anyhow):
Those last four are the albums I grew up with at Christmas. They mean Christmas to me … finding them on CD, still in print, amazes me. I hope to buy them soon, and therefore move our aging vinyl records into the 21st century. Many memories to come.
An artful blur of headlights, highway lights, and the stereo of a Passat.
I stepped out into the weather after a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner with Mykala; we had accidentally attended the lovely candle-lit, whitish tablecloth affair put on by Saint Thomas Food Service. Standing at the marble porch of Murray Herrick Center, I briefly contemplated the mix of snow and rain fighting for a majority of the precipitation. I swept loose fall slush from my handlebars and seat, stooping to unlock my bicycle. As I struggled to pop the frozen lock, I heard a heavily accented voice from behind me, “So confusing!” I turned slightly, seeing a young man from Africa walking past. I realized he had been talking to me. He added, “… just don’t know what to make of it.”
His quick wit caught me off guard, but slowly I realized what he was pointing out: this weather is confusing. I considered how cool it is to hear other people’s perspectives. I mean, it is very possible that this man had grown up in a place utterly devoid of snow, and I would imagine his conception of snow was large white movie-flakes. It must be strange to see something like rain yet feel something like snow for the first time.
I don’t think diversity is the big meetings or formal dialogue that universities stress as a selling point; diversity is the infinitesimal moment when tangents of culture cross, and people see the world from another’s perspective.
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