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Hey, Want A Song?

Crystal Castles + Robert Smith = sweeeeeeetness. Get it here .

Hint Fiction

"For sale: Baby shoes, never worn." Hemingway supposedly wrote this to win a bet, but whether the story is true or not, it's harder to think of a more difficult task than writing something with maximum brevity and a paucity of prose. Hint Fiction is the name of an anthology of leading writers (some well-known, some not) that captures compelling and constricted fiction that's 25 words or less, in honor of Hemingway's heartbreaking tweet of a tale. To me, it's more fun to make your own attempts, so here are my first two first-draft no-editing attempts: "I pulled the strands taut and started cutting, doleful yet exhilarated, each shorn clump a preemptive strike. 'Timetables,' I thought, 'are for those with time.'" "We laid together by the stereo light, aggressively not kissing each other, another darkened failure of summer’s promise. Me, I never wanted Disintegration to end." Try it yourself...it's frustrating fun!

Eaarth (or, Why We're Soooooo Screwed)

There's a lot to take away from Eaarth , the new book by noted author Bill McKibben , but I was struck by three conclusions that McKibben pulled from another book called Limits To Growth , by a small group of European industrialists and scientists known as the Club of Rome. Those conclusions are as follows: -- If the present growth trends in world population, industrialization, pollution, food production, and resource depletion continue unchanged, the limits to growth on this planet will be reached sometime within the next 100 years. -- It is possible to alter these growth trends and to establish a condition of ecological and economic stability that is sustainable far into the future. The state of global equilibrium could be designed so that the basic material needs of each person on earth are satisfied and each person has an equal opportunity to realize his or her individual human potential. -- If the world's people decide to strive for this second outcome rather than the firs

Halfway To Death

As I reflect on what 40 years on Earth has provided me, I'm struck by the following, which means that I'd need about 4000 years to really dent the red section:

Vote, Hippies, Vote

Man, do I miss David Foster Wallace.