I'm not sure you should trust this list too much, especially #6. I went to high school with the Jehle brothers, whose father used to play chamber music with Einstein in Princeton. Dietrich and Eberhardt never claimed he was concert level, but he played well enough that he—and his fellow musicians—enjoyed it.
Capsaicin triggers "suicide in prostate cancer cells?" <I>Sweeeeeeeet!</I>
Apparently Manet wanted to know, too.
"Thanks for listening."
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I wish she would call.
Winning entries at MIT's origami competition. I can't even fold a sheet of paper into quarters, much less do anything like these.
Seriously! Bet you don't know all these knots.
Just in time for picnic season. Do they wear Speedos or board shorts?
<I>Bwah ha ha haa!</I> What? Oh, "But don't cue the maniacal laughter just yet."
The paintings of Amy Crehore. What would you call these—innocently malevolent? Sweetly creepy? I wonder if she's the next poster craze a la Balthus?
Tomorrow, music editor Robert Baird is off to Austin, Texas, for the <a href="http://2006.sxsw.com/">South By Southwest</a> Music, Film, and Interactive Fest. He attends year after year.