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Just one way? Princes Street, Sandy Bay. October 2011.

The Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and ladies with zebras). The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last few week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning...

  • The history of turning tyrants from figures of fear into figures of fun...

  • How extreme wealth and absolute poverty have returned to disfigure the West...

  • The trick to creating healthy boys is not that tricky...

  • Bit of trouble? Feeling a bit down? The strange and curious history of lobotomy...

  • Did you know that the Easter Island “heads” have bodies?

  • Shocking news: social protections like income security and access to essential social services are essential for third world development...

  • A surprisingly poignant video of video game deaths over the years. On a personal note, it was great to see to see the grisly decapitation from Barbarian II make the cut...

  • On why there should be more than simple guilt over the calorie count over your chocolate fixation...

  • Frankie Fukuyama stays true to Hegel...
  • Comments

    Brian Miller said…
    interesting stuff...read the poverty piece..actually it is not surprising...
    smudgeon said…
    Like all serious folk of my generation, I flicked through a few articles (Gaddafi dug Condoleezza? Unexpected.) before being fascinated with the computer game deaths. I didn't realise extreme groin-pain was potentially fatal, but I guess it feels like it at the time...
    California Girl said…
    I did not know the Easter Island heads have bodies.

    thanks for visiting my blog. Love this photograph. Excellent.
    Kris McCracken said…
    Brian, yet we keep making the same mistakes...

    Smudgeon, computer games deaths really are the most tragic kind.

    CG, I never knew either. They were a weird mob, those Easter Islanders.

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