Using new information visualization and manipulation techniques, folks at CMU have developed alternative ways of presenting the data . Worth a clicksee. Sitting at the local coffeehouse, I'm surprised and pleased to hear Frank's Wild Years start up on their stereo. It's as close to perfect as a record can be. Listening to it, I inevitably choke up.
Tears begin to well.
Tom Waits has composed and produced a song that bypasses my rationality and plays directly to my limbic system. When I lived in New York, after breaking up with a girlfriend, I had that song stuck in my head for a week. It was an oddly exquisite torture. Bicycling to lunch today, I rode over a wooden plank covering a groove in the asphalt. Exactly what happened next is a blur, as my front tire pops off causing my handlebars to tilt down throwing me forward as I land on my stomach the wind knocked out of me and my whole body dully sore.