I think the umlaut causes that to not rhyme, but whatever. A couple weeks ago I heard "Cantus in Memoriam Benjamin Britten" on the radio, and spent most of the piece trying to figure out whether I was hearing an orchestra or a synthesizer. It's the former, but I've never heard an orchestra produce that sort of texture before. So I grabbed Tabula Rasa off Amazon, and it is simple and so good and so sad. Now and again I wish I had tried to become a composer, or maybe an abstract painter. It is exhausting to have to represent things all the time.
From the comments box, a thoroughly revolting link: lab-grown fish chunks to feed astronauts.
For the experiment, Benjaminson and colleagues sliced up muscle from large goldfish and placed them in a vat of nutrient-rich liquid. Within a week, the fish nuggets had become 16 percent bigger.
After frying the chunks in a sauce of olive oil, garlic, lemon and pepper, the team presented their creation to fellow staffers at Touro College in New York.
"They said it looked like fish and smelled like fish, but they didn't go as far as tasting it," Benjaminson said in a statement.
Nik sends in important news from the consumer-electronics front: the Game Boy has altered our thumbs, and a gunman in Amsterdam takes hostages, then shoots himself out of anger over the quality of widescreen televisions.
In a statement faxed from the office tower to state-financed NOS television, the gunman said he was protesting the "arrogant manipulation by the vendors of wide screen television," and complained that consumers were being misled about the quality of the product. The four-page statement reproduced parts of six letters of complaint previously sent to a Dutch newspaper and the Consumer Board.
I was looking for a job, and then I found a job, and heaven knows I'm miserable now.