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Don't I yearn for the days when a draw across the throat made fucking resolution.



The Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (as well as many ill-informed opinions.) 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..

  • Der Speigel has an interesting story on how work on a recently discovered mass grave is revealing a whole bunch of new clues to the Thirty Years' War
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  • In news that shouldn't come as a surprise to parents, new evidence that attention problems in children may be related to their patterns of sleep.

  • The BBC offers an interesting (albeit depressing) answer to the deprivation-related questions 'are North Koreans really three inches shorter than South Koreans?'.

  • In a more uplifting story, it seems that the new forms of publishing might well be rescuing many classics of Australian literature from their long out-of-print status...
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    Location: LOT 2 Hastings Caves Rd, Hastings TAS 7109, Australia

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