Just a few more days before our live show at the Fillmore Miami Beach! Grab tickets for the 2/01 show here.

Thanks everybody, these 100 spots went fast! We've sent email confirmations to the first 100 volunteers to make the cut-off. Everyone else, we're sorry we couldn't fit you in this time--hopefully we'll be doing more events like this in the future, so definitely keep an eye on the blog. And thanks!

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For our episode, The Bad Show, Pat Walters reported a piece about a psychologist who found that 91% of men and 84% of women have had at least one serious homicidal fantasy. So Pat decided to hit the streets to see if anyone was willing to fess up on tape. Here's what he found.

After hearing our Death Mask podcast, a listener writes in with another sighting of l'inconnue--and includes some pictures.

Look at this animal. ... What do you see? Or more importantly, what don't you see?

Happy holidays, everybody! Take a listen to Jad's message, and if you enjoyed the podcast this year, let us know right now with a contribution. You can donate online, or text "RL" to 25383, and a $10 donation will appear on your phone bill (messaging and data rates apply). Thanks!

We're really proud of the work we do here at Radiolab. And this past year, if you've been listening to the podcast, you've heard stories that we fought with and fell in love with and coaxed into being.

I’ve never really wanted a house.  Whatever gene makes people crave white picket fences, stainless steel appliances and perfectly manicured lawns, I don’t have it. And OK, sure, there’s a little corner of my brain where I fantasize about the kind of built-in bookshelves that require a rolling ladder, but for the most part my dream house is just a safe place to sleep when I’m well and truly exhausted.

Here's something you should know about yourself. Vowels control your brain.

When Pat Walters traveled to Romania with a few American reporters to teach some classes on narrative journalism to a group of Romanian writers, he had a coincidental run-in with a Radiolab regular. Sort of. Read more, and check out some of Pat's travel photos, here.

Interested in helping us make Radiolab?  We're now accepting applications for our spring internship!  Submit an application via the WNYC website.

He? She? It? Whoever it is, the Phantom Sculptor is suddenly back!

This is the the kind of book that makes me long for a headlamp and blanket fort--reading it is too much of an adventure for an armchair, or a park bench. 

They don't have towels. So when they get wet, what do they do? They shake themselves into a frenzy and the water flies off like this:

The New York City Parks Department would probably want me to start this way: North Brother Island is a ruin. It hasn’t been occupied, nor used for anything by anyone except nesting herons, since the early 70’s. Thus, it’s dangerous.

Carl Zimmer's latest book got its start in a swimming pool. Carl was at a party one summer, when he noticed something new about his longtime friend Bob: a tattoo of what looked like a little strand of DNA on his shoulder.  

The New York Times published a moving eulogy to Steve Jobs, written by his sister Mona Simpson, on Sunday. It's a beautiful piece of writing, and as several of you pointed out, it strikes an emotional chord very similar to one we explored in a short about Hamlet's last words. Here's a link to the eulogy, and here's an mp3 of The Four Groans.

A post from Robert's excellent Krulwich Wonders blog.