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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Tilos az a

Macedonian bear convicted for theft of honey.

"For a while, he kept the animal away by buying a generator, lighting up the area, and playing thumping Serbian turbo-folk music."

. . . In other news, a Czech scientist determines that beer drinking is negatively correlated with academic productivity and the likelihood that your article will be cited by your peers.

Those of you with institutional access (and therefore a vested interest in the results, of course!) can view the Grim news here.

2 comments:

j-dub said...: I was that bear.

Serbian turbo-folk? I had not heard of that sub-genre yet. Intriguing...

As far as the beer drinking goes, I wonder if it holds for social scientists as well? I'm thinking that as long as you drink while working, it's cool. K's current thesis topic was hatched at Arbor Brewing...; March 19, 2008 at 9:57 PM
j-dub said...: I would also like to mention: the data scatter was reasonably large. The individual with the most publications also was in the middle-range of beer consumption.

Lastly, I'd like to profess amazement that the median researcher in the Bohemian region of the Czech republic consumed 200 liters of beer/year. That's over 560 U.S. standard 12oz bottles. Median.; March 21, 2008 at 10:59 AM

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I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, to discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and to be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.
-- Henry David Thoreau (1817 – 1862) (Walden or Life in the Woods)

Listener up there! Here, you! What have you to confide to me?
Look in my face, while I snuff the sidle of evening;
Talk honestly—no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.

Do I contradict myself?
Very well, then, I contradict myself;
(I am large—I contain multitudes.)

I concentrate toward them that are nigh—I wait on the door-slab.

Who has done his day’s work? Who will soonest be through with his supper?
Who wishes to walk with me?

Will you speak before I am gone? Will you prove already too late?

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me—he complains of my gab and my loitering.

I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable;
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

The last scud of day holds back for me;
It flings my likeness after the rest, and true as any, on the shadow’d wilds;
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.

I depart as air—I shake my white locks at the runaway sun;
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.

I bequeathe myself to the dirt, to grow from the grass I love;
If you want me again, look for me under your boot-soles.

You will hardly know who I am, or what I mean;
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged;
Missing me one place, search another;
I stop somewhere, waiting for you.

--Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

Our Lady of the Lakes

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Tilos az a

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