Logging this so I can find it later: a favorite parable of private-sector conservation is that of William Beck’s Ravenna Park in Seattle.
2006: that link has gone bad, but here’s another.
Logging this so I can find it later: a favorite parable of private-sector conservation is that of William Beck’s Ravenna Park in Seattle.
2006: that link has gone bad, but here’s another.
Mars has a crater named Vishniac. If you’re anything like me, you’re curious about the etymology of such a name: it doesn’t fit the spelling and morphology of any language that comes to mind.
Ephraim Vishniac tells all.
What d’ya know, there is a commercial Vomit Comet.
Ever notice that, when socialists want to illustrate the inadequacy of the private sector, their favorite example of (current) market failure is the most regulated and subsidized industry of all?
Beware the deadly vacuum pocket! (relayed by Nev Dull)
Has the blind cartoon mouse met his match?
Don’t miss — ZatÅ-itchy and Scratchy!
Funny blunder in Kubrick’s The Killing (1956): when George (Elisha Cook) takes a pistol from its hiding place, he pointlessly works the slide before inserting a magazine: the gun is thus not in firing condition.
Other movies seen this week:
Bob le Flambeur (1956), another caper, not bad but overrated.
The Man Who Knew Too Much (1956), surprisingly straightforward for Hitchcock.
The Searchers (1956), a disturbing piece about obsession and hatred, with a happy ending incongruously tacked on.