that's entertainment
Little time to write today: there's a movie party planned (Harvey, Battlefield: Earth) and this place is a disgrace. Look at the bathroom. What's that stuff in the sink? I don't know. I hope Lysol kills it.
Bits of Mir could wash up on Pacific islands. I hope they do, and I hope a remote group of Micronesians decides to worship them, just like John Frum and the cargo cults.
Neuroscience marches on, suggesting that highly specific different areas of the brain activate when math prodigies do calculations, when normal people do calculations, when people receive money, when people lose money and when people name vegetables.
