who's singin' Bruce?

in my brain:

... let me in: I wanna be your friend;
I want to guard your dreams and visions.
Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims
And strap your hands 'cross my engines ...

who's singin' Bruce?

in my brain:

... let me in: I wanna be your friend;
I want to guard your dreams and visions.
Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims
And strap your hands 'cross my engines ...

Nat'l Geo caffeine feature

KC put out the January National Geographic today, a.s. for me for the cover story:



The online version (photo is hyperlink) is an excerpt; it doesn't have the print edition's appropriately/trippily stylized graphic design, with long one-line quotations scrolling, in varying font size, across photographs on multiple pages (Since when was Nat'l Geo so design-y?), but you can get a taste, and there are some good links. This morning I got as far as the reference to the famous quotation of Paul Erdős, "a mathematician is a machine for turning coffee into theorems" (it didn't mention his purported affinity for amphetamines), and I did read of caffeinated gum, but I don't yet know whether the piece references the caffeinated soap somebody was asking about in ann_arbor_ypsi a while ago.

One cool thing not online is a series of images of brain activity of heavy users when not on caffeine (only a little), of heavy users when on caffeine (quite a lot), and of light users when not on caffeine (much more than the first category). Hope to get another look at the article in hard copy some time---it also has more of the cross-/multiple-cultural examination of the subject you'd expect from the magazine, and more on psychoactivity associated with the stuff.

Nat'l Geo caffeine feature

KC put out the January National Geographic today, a.s. for me for the cover story:



The online version (photo is hyperlink) is an excerpt; it doesn't have the print edition's appropriately/trippily stylized graphic design, with long one-line quotations scrolling, in varying font size, across photographs on multiple pages (Since when was Nat'l Geo so design-y?), but you can get a taste, and there are some good links. This morning I got as far as the reference to the famous quotation of Paul Erdős, "a mathematician is a machine for turning coffee into theorems" (it didn't mention his purported affinity for amphetamines), and I did read of caffeinated gum, but I don't yet know whether the piece references the caffeinated soap somebody was asking about in ann_arbor_ypsi a while ago.

One cool thing not online is a series of images of brain activity of heavy users when not on caffeine (only a little), of heavy users when on caffeine (quite a lot), and of light users when not on caffeine (much more than the first category). Hope to get another look at the article in hard copy some time---it also has more of the cross-/multiple-cultural examination of the subject you'd expect from the magazine, and more on psychoactivity associated with the stuff.

. . . mmmMUST .... reZIZT ....

Tried to watch only 1 episode on my latest library DVD of "Six Feet Under." Ha! Yeah, right. I watched the one, then thought it wouldn't hurt to view the "Next On," and then needed just a little more so watched the subsequent "Previously On," and then back to that "Next On" again---and then I just had to watch the next one. It was episode 7 or so of the second season. "Back to the Garden," or some such. It wasn't the free-spirity long lost aunt and curiosity about her that grabbed me---it was just more of the same old addictive/compulsive draw of the pleasure of the soap opera of the characters. A soap opera with death in it! A soap opera kind of about death! That's smart sometimes! With lotsa characters!

Two dears I respect so very don't like "Six Feet Under" much 't-all. Ordinarily that knowledge would make me, involuntarily/automatically, re-evaluate my assessment, almost invariably knocking down my enthusiasm a notch or two as I begin to see their points. But not this time.

I did turn off the player after the second episode and am now trying really hard to go to bed. My technique is to refuse to cover up my feet, which are in mere socks. It's too cold not to put them to bed, right? (Just got the whopping heating bill I knew was coming, so I certainly haven't cranked it tonight a whole lot beyond merely taking the edge off, as it was called in the family of origin of somebody in my family of origin.)

. . . mmmMUST .... reZIZT ....

Tried to watch only 1 episode on my latest library DVD of "Six Feet Under." Ha! Yeah, right. I watched the one, then thought it wouldn't hurt to view the "Next On," and then needed just a little more so watched the subsequent "Previously On," and then back to that "Next On" again---and then I just had to watch the next one. It was episode 7 or so of the second season. "Back to the Garden," or some such. It wasn't the free-spirity long lost aunt and curiosity about her that grabbed me---it was just more of the same old addictive/compulsive draw of the pleasure of the soap opera of the characters. A soap opera with death in it! A soap opera kind of about death! That's smart sometimes! With lotsa characters!

Two dears I respect so very don't like "Six Feet Under" much 't-all. Ordinarily that knowledge would make me, involuntarily/automatically, re-evaluate my assessment, almost invariably knocking down my enthusiasm a notch or two as I begin to see their points. But not this time.

I did turn off the player after the second episode and am now trying really hard to go to bed. My technique is to refuse to cover up my feet, which are in mere socks. It's too cold not to put them to bed, right? (Just got the whopping heating bill I knew was coming, so I certainly haven't cranked it tonight a whole lot beyond merely taking the edge off, as it was called in the family of origin of somebody in my family of origin.)