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A picture of a picture of krill. Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery, Hobart. February 2012.

The Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (as well as numerous .avi clips of barely recognisable 'celebrities' having sex.) 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...

  • I stumbled across George Orwell's 1940 review of Mein Kampf. Choice selection: "I should like to put it on record that I have never been able to dislike Hitler." In Orwell's defence though, he also said, " I have reflected that I would certainly kill him if I could get within reach of him..."

  • Good news! Reading lots of novels makes your brain stronger...

  • A decent little article on why it is a good thing to know where our food comes from.

  • History Today has a nice piece on why - since the nineteenth century - attitudes to drugs have been as much about fashion as science...

  • This one has done the rounds a bit, but if you haven't seen it; the National Film and Sound Archives has footage documenting Hobart in 1966. Not a hell of a lot different than 2012 really...

  • Another beauty from Married to the Sea...

  • This could possibly be the biggest story in the World. Ever.

  • A fantastic read on the topic of childrearing and society's attitudes to women.
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    Kris McCracken said…
    Does anyone read these?

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