You've got to love an essay that has the following paraphrase of Plato's <I>Meno</I> dialog:
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<I>Socrates</I>: Here is a square with sides of length 2 and area equal to 4. If we double the area, to 8 units, what will the length of a side be?
I find my logic compelling, but Bagheera doesn't buy it—she thinks DVD players make excellent perches.
"Are you lonesome tonight,
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Do you miss me tonight?
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Are you sorry we drifted apart?
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Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare?
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Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?
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Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?"
Peanut tubes!
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I'd been looking forward to reading Neal Gabler's <I>Walt Disney: The Triumph of American Imagination</I>. Well, that was before I read his essay <A HREF="http://www.latimes.com/news/opinion/la-op-gabler17dec17,0,1578644.story… Disney: Man or Mouse"</A> in the <I>LA Times</I>. It was, shall we say, curiously flat for such a meaty subject.
Rob Paravonian says, "I'll See You in Hell, Pachelbel."
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Consumers in CA and TX to receive refunds of up to $175 and be reimbursed if their computers were damaged.
Or, perhaps a <A HREF="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/">Stephen Mejias blog entry</A>.
Will nanorobotic spot welding create new gear on a previously unimaginable scale?
I'm a sucker for animation about dreams—although I always skip the dream sequences in hard-boiled detective novels after the protagonist has been sapped by the bad guys.