Morning rounds:
A Tokyo woman dies in a strange country after travelling to find the money buried by a character in Fargo. I find stories like this just unbearably poignant. –obscure store
Actually, that dirty old man is more likely to be a teenage girl. Flutterby
Autism watch: Autistic Preschoolers Have Larger-Than-Normal Brains, Can’t Distinguish Emotions From Facial Photographs – Science Daily
“Additional studies that we are conducting measuring brain chemistry suggest that the brain cellular composition is altered in the autistic children. This is potentially a very important finding, although we are still trying to better understand the functional significance of these abnormalities,” Dager said.
Enron begs California for electricity. *HA*-ha. – Flutterby again
Audiences fascinate me. I went to see Robert Anton Wilson speak last night, and the mix – while pretty heavily tilted towards the LSD end of the culture pool – was fascinating. A smattering of sweet, awe-struck teenagers (“H-h-how did you even begin to th-th-think of Schrodinger’s Cat?”), a fistful of RAW contemporaries raucous at the back, serious twenty-somethings querying well-worn conspiracy trivia, a man who repeatedly asks in gentle voice about the nature of hyperspace, and a surprising number of couples, including us. Wilson himself spoke for three hours. He rarely flagged, never held back with the zinging Swiftian end-jokes, even as he relished retelling anecdotes for no doubt the billionth time. He made us all Discordian Popes, except Quinn, who has always refused the title, no matter how many times she’s been elected to it. He recommended Terry Southern. He told me whether Father Christmas exists or not.