Wes Phillips

Paul Hillier decided to record Stockhausen's Stimmung. The composer had a few few thoughts.

I'm linking to this particular day's posting because it's so clear and well argued, but this insider's animation blog is a constant joy.

On Christmas day, my friend, the Nuyorican goddess Liz Ramirez-Weaver saw me looking at Junot Diaz's The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. "It's good," she said. "You should borrow it."

What happened to Benjamin and Elaine after they got off the bus? Writer Charles Webb, who based the characters on himself and his wife, can't tell you. He thinks he no longer owns the rights to his own story.

I read Slate primarily to catch my colleague Fred Kaplan's "War Stories" column, but whenever I read Fred, I also go to Garry Trudeau's "The Sandbox," a milblog that allows military personnel stationed in Iraq and Afganistan to "vent, rhapsodize, and [inform] the folks on the home front . . . what is going on from their point of view."

Nice animated short that's one part Green Lantern, one part The Monkey's Paw, and one part Brazil—that is, if you also watch the director's cut ending.

Through the courtesy of Fred's two feet—and the Kaavya Viswanathan kerfluffle. Or something.