There is a story by D. H. Lawrence about a man who buys an island in order to escape the pandemonium of city life.
Debauched on light
Somehow, I’m always late getting around to reading the really delicious books.
Take the universe with a grain of salt
I push back the desks and make a model of the Milky Way Galaxy on the floor with a box of ordinary kitchen salt. I sprinkle the salt into a dense nucleus at the center, then add sweeping spiral arms. The grains glitter against the dark tiles.
Who’s winning culture war? Who cares
Thirty-five years ago [in 1959], C.P. Snow, in a now famous essay, wrote about a polarization of academics into two camps: literary intellectuals and scientists. Not only did the two groups not understand each other, said Snow, they worked at cross purposes.
Beware: Electronic logorrhea looms
My editor asked if I wanted my e‑mail address appended to this column. Good heavens, no.
Asahara’s flying circus? Thank heaven for the laws of physics
Come, Josephine, we don’t need a machine. Sit with me here on the floor. Cross your legs into the lotus position. Close your eyes.
Chemistry with a cosmic spark
Why do killdeers build their nest on open ground?
God of ignorance, or of knowledge?
One million bucks! Perhaps not as prestigious as a Nobel prize, but certainly more money. Physicist Paul Davies is a lucky man.
13 ways of looking at a rat
The rat in the attic is nocturnal. All night long it scampers in the dusty pitch between the rafters, making a noise like fingernails drumming on tin. At dawn, it gnaws on something in the wall. Is it excavating an entrance into our space, the space of light?
Headlong toward nowhere
This is the sad saga of an American roadway.