The Fredösphere

Michael Blowhard noticed our political class exhibits a certain herd instinct, and wonders why.  My first reaction was to blame an overabundance of vacuous but ambitious people, but I have to admit I follow the crowd myself sometimes (jumping on, and then off, the Giuliani bandwagon, for example) and vacuous-but-ambitious is not what I am.  Well, not ambitious anyway.  Fortunately, Durham U. has done the research (via Futurismic).

In other fluff....

Joymaker?  Age of the pussyfoot????  Who would guess this is all about something as mundane as scheduling?  (Albeit computer-assisted, web-aware, mutually interacting scheduling.)

Okay, now I understand what this odd little joke is all about.

The count of known exosolar planets increases all the time.  Who can keep track of them?  Here's the tool you need.  To the list, add this strange discovery, made of exotic "hot ice."  (We still have not located the "hot fuzz" planet.)

It's ironic that an article about typeface might contain a typo, but I'm pretty sure that's what happened here:

Sometimes a typeface is already living on the premises when you show up, and it just seems mean to evict it. "We use Baskerville and Univers 65 on all our materials, but feel free to make an alternate suggestion." Really? Why bother? It's like one of those shows where the amateur chef is given a turnip, a bag of flour, a leg of lamp and some maple syrup and told to make a dish out of it.

Labels: Culture, fun