A review, at The Telegraph. Some spoilers.
Category Archives: Popular Culture
Apollo 13
The day it crashed into the earth, or something.
This story is depressing to me in what it says about the state of public education.
The Martian
io9 likes it.
If it’s true to the book, it would be hard to screw up. Well, other than casting Matt Damon, anyway.
CSI
This is terrible. More thoughts from Instapundit:
When I was in college, I interned for a criminal defense attorney who told me that although most people, including defense lawyers, assumed that the FBI lab was a gold standard, he always sent stuff to an independent lab for verification, and half the time it came back with a different result from the FBI lab. He said he didn’t understand why more lawyers didn’t do that, since a different result in itself might produce reasonable doubt.
The amount of injustice in our “justice” system is increasingly disturbing. And there are rarely any consequences for it, except to those unjustly punished.
The Real Problem With The Hugos
Chad Orzel says there’s just too much to read.
[Update a while later]
Sort of related: The culture war has gone nuclear. And yes, that young man was a waste of a good heart.
America’s Last Highway
Highway 93 is about to disappear. A nostalgic photo essay.
I’ll miss it. This is similar to what happened to much of Route 66 when I-40 paved it over.
New Solar Fiction
The first 26 pages can be read here. I’ll look forward to reading the whole thing.
The Architecture Of Fear
Thoughts from Sarah Hoyt, on the potential for preference cascades (though she doesn’t use that phrase).
The classic example is the Emperor’s New Clothes, but another is how a third party could win if enough people believed it could.
The Social Justice Warriors
They’re not really. They’re social justice bullies. Treat them accordingly. Bullies hate when people fight back.
Yuri’s Night
If you’re in LA, this is the place to be.
Don’t go in hopes of seeing me. I can’t see spending money to be tortured with awful, loud music. But if you’re into that sort of thing, and what passes for dancing in this society, knock yourself out.
No, this has nothing to do with me being old (though I do seem, unaccountably, to be aging). I’ve never been into clubbing, or awful, loud music. The twenty-year-old me wouldn’t have gone, either.