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I have discovered that all human evil comes from this, man's being unable to sit still in a room.


On the way to work. Kirksway Place, as seen from Sandy Bay Road. December 2011.

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

  • The world is an amazing place. Need Proof? Awkward Family Pet Photos.

  • Here is something that I bet you didn't know: Infants prefer a nasty moose if it punishes an unhelpful elephant.

  • Follow the toads! New research may well help establish how animals predict earthquakes...

  • A good example of public policy gone bad over in Hungary.

  • A late nomination for headline of the year (and further proof that ornithologists love to 'do it' in the bushes): Great Tits give insight into personality.

  • On more serious matters, Tyler Cowen offers a really good exploration of the European debt crisis. Well worth five minutes of your time.

  • Someone is about to drop a nuclear bomb on you. Would You Pass the Panic-Proof Test?

  • There is nothing wrong with knowing that you don't know. Actually, it's exactly the right thing to know.

  • My favourite Twitter at the moment: Soviets Invade Finland, in Real Time.

  • Automaton racism? The 1930s hysteria about machines taking jobs and killing people.

  • One of the great under-reported atrocities of the WWII is re-assessed: the Siege of Leningrad.

  • Vote 1 Blender! The weird and wonderful party logos of Egyptian politics.
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    Kris McCracken said…
    All of those internets...

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