Ooog.
There was some kind of party at my place last night.
My home filled up with people, most of whom I’d never met before. Many of them were even. . . . girls. I remember being complimented for my blueberry bread, but have few memories otherwise. While I try to extrapolate what happened from the detritus left behind, here is an electronic version of the Sunday supplements of yore:
- The Digital Cuttlefish is visiting ancestors in, I think, Minoan Crete.
- Elsewhere in antiquity, Archaeoporn has the first installment in a series on pseudohistory.
- Closer to home (for some), Ben Allen has a concise description of how to stage yourself a sub-prime mortgage crisis and what it means as a general complex-system failure mode.
- Skulls in the Stars explains a new result in optics by way of a classic problem in relativity.
Hmph. My invitation seems to have been lost in the mail.
(Heh, just kidding. But I hope you did things you’ll always regret! :) )
Kisses
Ah, the parties you can’t remember! Those are the best… I think….