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.
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.
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.
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One night, somewhere, they won't say where, but I'm guessing it was a Manhattan loft with a big kitchen, a food anarchist named Mike Lee got 40 people to perform a daring experiment in food camouflage.
Here at Radiolab, we were very saddened when we learned that Steve Jobs had lost his struggle with cancer. The news brought to our minds the piece that Lu Olkowski reported for our 'Diagnosis' episode about pancreatic cancer.
We reached out to Teri ...
Juana Molina lands on my very short list of Awesome. Nobody sings like her -- that raspy ever-so-slightly-but-delightfully-flat tone. And very few people make music that's simultaneously so inviting but so completely formless. Well, I shouldn't use the word completely. There's form there. It just not the usual snoozy song-structurey form. Her songs ebb and flow and and meander from one section to the next like water, organic but full of unexpected turns. Like sometimes she'll ditch the words and start to vocalize like a cat. I don't know why, but it works. Hope you dig this one. It's one of only about forty songs that frequent my list of Awesome.