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Midweek marginalia

Proving that things do go in streaks, there’s enough stuff attracting my attention this week to justify a midweek installment of marginalia:

  • The first winner of my new award: letter to the editor of the month (or whatever interval works best for me).
  • It’s impossible for to resist a blog truthfully named How I Am Becoming An Astronaut. (Via.)
  • As might have been expected, Rolling Stone‘s article on “the ethanol scam” is generating some energy of its own.
  • On the music front, Rolling Stone reports that it appears that hell freezes over again. Given the number of “farewell” tours and appearances, though, it looks like its only in the studio that hell has been frozen.
  • A lot of people are linking to the piece but I’m moving into Paul Witcover’s camp (although he links to it also) and “getting a little tired of mainstream critics who suddenly discover [Philip K. Dick], or even more annoyingly, profess a long-standing familiarity with his work which for some reason has never been reflected in their writings until this coincidentally trendy moment?”
  • “[O]ne would not expect complete candor.” I’m shocked, I tell you, shocked!
  • SF becomes reality as the NYT says that “if you accept a pretty reasonable assumption . . . it is almost a mathematical certainty that we are living in someone else’s computer simulation.”

Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, play me your serenade
Any deeper blue and you’re playin’ in your grave

“New York City Serenade,” Bruce Springsteen, The Wild, the Innocent & the E Street Shuffle

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