October 2010
‘The goal of igniting controlled fusion is simple in concept but fiendishly complicated in execution…’
The Promise of Fusion: Energy Miracle or Mirage? | by Alex Salkever
Environment 360
The U.S. has invested billions of dollars trying to create a controlled form of nuclear fusion that could be the energy source for an endless...
Read MoreCancering and Proteomics
Listening In On The Body’s Proteomic Conversation | by W. Daniel Hillis
Edge
Instead of saying, "Somebody has cancer", we should say, "They're cancering".
Read MoreSelf-becoming under Stalin
Everyday ideology: Life during Stalinism | by Jochen Hellbeck
Eurozine
Why have postmodernist historians of life in totalitarian societies failed to explain how the Soviet and Nazi regimes generated absolute commitment?
Read MoreLike Golems
From The Threepenny Review: One day in December 1919, the twenty-year-old Jorge Luis Borges, during a short stay in Seville, wrote a letter, in French, to his friend Maurice Abramowicz in Geneva, in which, almost in passing, he confessed to Abramowicz contradictory feelings about his literary vocation:...
Read MoreDeathgates, Balefire and Lightning
The End of the Story | by Zach Baron
The Believer
Robert Jordan sold more than 40 million books in his lifetime. But before he completed his thirteen book series, he passed away.
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The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
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The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
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I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
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The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
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I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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