@melis Yes, but who shall nobly defend the legacies of Pink Floyd and Peter Frampton from silence and oblivion? Who shall succor our weary commuters with the gift of a song they've all heard innumerable times before? (A peaceful, easy feeling, if you will?) The center may not hold, but as long as 97.1 The Drive fights the good fight, the cradle will rock.
As usual, everyone is overlooking the unsung heroes of 21st-century curation: classic rock stations.
Nice story about a great man. He did, however, often make his subjects very nervous.
@goodiesfirst OMG, shrimp paste is to fish sauce as Limburger is to Monterey Jack. I bought a block of it for a recipe, and after cutting into it I couldn't even stand to keep it in the cupboard.
@Vicky I generally have some Squid Brand in my fridge as well -- no mishaps yet! -- and I always smile at the exuberantly non-Western brand concept. (No stately pagoda or scenic tropical island here!)
@theheckle The cows are wearing shock collars. The stone wall keeps the guinea pigs in. (Hard to see these details without a higher-res upload.)
Ugh, I just can't with this guy...
... OK, I can for at least one point: it KEELS me how in not one of his paintings does the so-called "Painter of Light" depict a single definable light source that, you know, creates areas of light and shade in a coherent manner. #UPYOURSMASACCIO
The Aldar HQ in Abu Dhabi has a very Bond-supervillain look to me.
Huh, I always thought dimethylpolysiloxane sent your dopamine through the roof.
I'm also interested in the idea (one of Gregg Easterbrook's recurrent themes in TMQ) that we use fatuously over-specific numbers to give an air of scientific credibility to what are actually rough estimates. In the context of sports, the pretense is that we can instantaneously perceive minute fractions of time and distance, as in "Add four tenths of a second [not three, not five] to the shot clock."
So, 1,500 dead = guess. 1,394 dead = SCIENCE!