This beauty hung out with me on the porch for a couple of hours

This bloomed out of nowhere at the side of the house. Morning glory.

Interesting use of “Got” in this headline. Sort of like if my mother-in-law gave me a pair of pants for my birthday and I texted my friends, “Y’all, it’s finally over. I did it. got the pants.”

Guess who’s back on ‘em

Not to name, but to rejoice in…

Before the final think-piece is written and the whole Cormac scandal hardens into whatever squalid shape it's destined to take, could we pause to praise the anonymous Redditor who was inspired by it to write the year's most brilliant sentence? Apparently he or she is an Aussie. This redeems Raygun.

Today's counter-intuitive fact: When the astronomer Fred Hoyle coined the term Big Bang in 1949, he wasn't trying to describe the creation of the universe as he believed it happened, but to argue AGAINST that idea. He had a different theory, that "the universe is in a state of continuous creation."

Breaking: old friend Brad attempts to night-video immature Great Horned Owl and accidentally generates 49 seconds of eerily beautiful early French avant-garde movie. (Adds: “amazing how the unpleasant squawk of the youthful owl transforms into the gentle and beautiful call of the adults.”)

In the UK they’re able to watch the second season of Wolf Hall…. I don’t have anything clever. It just hurts.

Excited to receive this eBay find. Sadly my insane beagle, who has believed for nine years that only he prevents the mailman from taking our lives each day, got to it first. No doubt the dog intended an ironic commentary on Lessing's remark that Spinoza in the 18th century was "wie ein todter Hund."

I was this many years old when I learned that metaphysics is called that not because it's BEYOND physics but because it's AFTER physics. Aristotle's editor was literally like, 'The first one's on Physics, so this next one I'm calling "After Physics."' I'm officially less intimidated by metaphysics.

Enchanted by these hieroglyphic 18th-century dance diagrams from R.A. Feuillet's 'Choreographie, ou l'art de décrire la dance.' When William Byrd wrote in his diary that he got up every morning and "danced his dance," he was probably talking about these. An English translation was published in 1706.

Maybe the best lede to a book review ever written. De Quincey reviewing Vol. I of Gillman's 'Life of Coleridge,' in Blackwood's, 1845. Gillman had died before completing Vol. II and destroyed the papers associated with it. Coleridge felt that Gillman had dealt "almost maliciously" with his friend.

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