By now, you’ve probably heard the breathless news that they’ve brought dire wolves back from the
dead. And, sure, maybe technically they’re just regular wolves genetically engineered
to match the dire-wolf phenotype.1
But that’s still such a cool achievement that i can’t bring myself to be a spoilsport about it,
and neither should you. Anyway:
Time has the cuter photos of the wolves, and
the New Yorker goes more in depth on the people behind it.
The events that had excited the world were unknown here. The Lykovs did not know any
famous names and had heard only vaguely about the past war. When in recalling the “first
world war” with Karp Osipovich the geologists engaged him in conversation about the last
one, he shook his head: “What is this, a second time, and always the Germans. A curse on
Peter. He flirted with them. That is so.”
When Subject 1’s cup of unadulterated was half empty, he grabbed his water bottle and
poured the remainder into his clear glass coffee cup. He looks at it and then puts his
hand up because He Needs An Adult. He said with concern, “I added water but it didn’t
change color.” We all wandered over to peek into the dark heart of his mug. Even diluted
to 50% of the original strength, it is still as black, oily, and potentially lethal as a
tar pit.
“Again, in a dispute with Cicero,
Metellus Nepos asked repeatedly ‘Who is your father?’ ‘In your case,’ said Cicero, ‘your mother
has made the answer to this question rather difficult.’”
I would like to give a shoutout to the Don Q Inn, a truly
audaciously themed motel in Wisconsin.
Oh, and whilst i’m here, Lords of Misrule has begun rolling out its
entries for the Saturnalia season. Do check the first one out
should you have the time.
Machine-learning-generated Minecraft is a
constantly-shifting immaterial nightmare where any action is but a suggestion and object
permanence is anathema. In other words: close enough, welcome back,
LSD: Dream Emulator.
Bowling Green, a park
in New York where, during the revolution, a statue of George III was taken down and decorative
crowns on the fences were sawn off — the marks of which are still visible today!
The death of the magazine, and quality writing with it, is one of the sadder trends of the internet age. They can pry
Empire and Private Eye from my cold, dead hands.
Really enjoyed this documentary about
the varied weirdos of the life-extension movement. I came away surprisingly endeared by that one
billionaire guy with the cock monitor.
Āryabaṭha numeration
turns numbers into compact pronounceable syllables. Kind of genius — we already took our digits
from the Indians; why didn’t we lift this as well?
Why ornament went away.
We are so back: “So it is now possible to buy perfectly proportioned classical ornament, nearly
indistinguishable from stone, that has – if the molds and the factory infrastructure are treated
as a given – taken only minutes of labor to produce.”