links for 2006-03-31
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I was hoping. But where’s Julia? And if Bernie Mac doesn’t get some better lines this time, I’m slapping somebody.
Disclaimer: I am not a scientist but I play one on the web.
Newton’s First Law of Motion:
An object at rest or traveling in uniform motion will remain at rest or traveling in uniform motion unless acted upon by a net force.
Hypotheses:
I would appreciate pointers to materials that support or oppose these, and of course, to existing hypotheses and theories that support or oppose these.
Still crazy after all these years, old sport. Like many of you I was subjected to The Great Gatsby in high school, long before I could appreciate it, long before I had the vocabulary to understand it. Long before I turned 30.
Or maybe you enjoyed it back then. I don’t know. I didn’t. This time around, though, it was a very different book and I read it because I wanted to. It’s one of those on The List that you always hope you’ll get back around to reading when you have time. And I mention turning 30 because it’s close enough in age to the characters that I feel like I can identify with—at least—the stage of life they’re in. Certainly, I’m not in that world, but I recognize the same hopes, dreams, the desire for escape, and the longing for greatness and meaning.
I’m not a writer and there have already been volumes dedicated to this book so I will refrain from creating a half-review of this masterpiece. I don’t have the skill. Instead I will leave you with this passage which I thought was one of Fitzgerald’s best:
Under the dripping bare lilac trees a large open car was coming up the drive. It stopped. Daisy’s face, tipped sideways beneath a three-cornered lavender hat, looked out at me with a bright ecstatic smile.
“Is this absolutely where you live, my dearest one?”
The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain. I had to follow the sound of it for a moment, up and down, with my ear alone before any words came through. A damp streak of hair lay like a dash of blue paint across her cheek and her hand was wet with glistening drops as I took it to help her from the car.
Man, when the timing is right it just doesn’t get any better than a little Tears For Fears. The opening guitar riff hooks me as much as the opening to “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For.” And now I’m thinking about all my favorite songs and how I must put them in order. Shoot.