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Everything we call real is made of things that cannot be regarded as real.


The Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (as well as a lot of bacon.) 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...

  • High in the mountains of Bulgaria some people discovered something of their Communist past...

  • I really like these videos of people falling over...

  • A short, simple summary of the psychological research on misinformation, The Debunking Handbook is intended as a guide for anyone who encounters misinformation...

  • Isn't it ironic, don't you think? Can Germany Help Central Europe Confront Its Dark Past?

  • New evidence is emerging that confirms what we've known for a while now: boys and girls behave differently, and parenting practices should vary depending on the gender of the child...

  • Ed Cowan has written a nice little piece on what exactly it feels like to play Test cricket...
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