now reading: Umberto Eco, Foucault's Pendulum

All of a sudden, it struck me as very strange that I only see the back of my own head about once every few months - when I get a haircut. On the other hand, people around me see the back of my head nearly as often as the front. Come to think of it, in olden times there were probably people who went their whole lives without ever seeing their own faces. I'm also troubled by the fact that I've never seen my own scalp, which is maybe the only reason I'd ever shave my head. I mean, what if there was something weird under all that hair?

This month's National Geographic has a delightful article on psychedelic nudibranchs. It's a wonder how such a visually striking creature has gotten so little attention until now.

How we work. How we procrastinate.

This song made from fragments of the movie Alice in Wonderland has been in my head all damn week.

Some survival tips for an unplanned free fall. As much as I'm adverse to danger, some part of me secretly hopes that one of these esoteric bits of information that I'm filling my head with will come in handy some day.

Why does New York get all the cool installations? The Telectroscope is an enormous "telescope" that links New York and London through a tunnel beneath the Atlantic. It's so great that they created a story behind the device and even had a giant drill bit emerging from the ground before installing the actual Telectroscope.

Earthquake lights are mysterious glows or flashes that allegedly appear in the sky when tremors occur.