From the Huffington Post:
See also: Godwin’s law.
[Thanks, Elaine.]
“Who are we as a country?”
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Steve Soboroff likes typewriters. And there’s a slide show.
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I found this jotting in a notebook, words that I heard or read at LAX last fall: “Please maintain visual contact with your personal property at all times.”
Simpler: “Watch your bags — always.”
From eleven words to four, from nineteen syllables to five. Is anything missing?
[If I saw a sign with these words, I’d have photographed it, no doubt. So I must have heard an announcement on the PA system.]
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Gmail appears to be down for many. Down for Everyone or Just Me says that it’s not just me. Google’s past-hour results for gmail suggest a widespread problem. Trying to sign into an account, failing, and clicking on Gmail’s link to Show Detailed Technical Info results in the following detailed technical info:
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A recent Google search: hot to email professor. A typo? Must be a typo.
Another recent search: note to professor for missing class for birthday. And another bit of carelessness: typing birthday for surgery or trip to present paper at conference, I’m not sure which.
Both searches led seekers of wisdom and truth to my post on how — not hot — to e-mail a professor.
[With apologies to Frank Loesser.]
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William Pannapacker on extroversion, introversion, and academic life: Screening Out the Introverts (Chronicle of Higher Education).
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Tension (1949, dir. John Berry) is a great film noir, with Richard Basehart as the cuckolded pharmacist Warren Quimby and Audrey Totter as his three- or four- or five-timing wife Claire. Also on board: Cyd Charisse and (briefly) William Conrad. Basehart and Totter are terrific as a stunningly mismatched couple. The real star of the film though is the drugstore, an “All-Nite Service” establishment at the corner of St. Ann’s and Thirteenth, wherever that is.
You know, these stores have everything: raisins and radios, paregoric and phonographs, vitamin capsules and cap pistols. They’ll serve you a cup of coffee, sell you a pack of cigarettes or a postage stamp, and in a pinch they’ll even fill a prescription for you.The store appears to have six main areas. Clockwise from the rear: a prescription counter, a lunch counter, a magazine rack, liquors and candy (both dandy), tobacco, and perfume.
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