“…the observable universe is far too small to contain an ordinary digital representation of Graham’s number, assuming that each digit occupies at least one Planck volume…The last ten digits of Graham’s number are …2464195387.”
Oh my God. Literally.
I appreciate that this is the second time this week I’ve said “I don’t normally reblog”…but look at these guys! Look at ‘em!
The Mountain Goats - The Boys Are Back In Town (Thin Lizzy Cover)
just wait until the end to hear john darnielle jump from thin lizzy to r.kelly
it’s fucking perfect
I don’t normally reblog.
But everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything about this is…*fails to find appropriate adjective*. And by those seven everythings, I mean, including the Swedish (?) DJ at the end, and the R. Kelly interpolation, and the fact that The Boys Are Back in Town is actually really nostalgic for me, because they used to play it at St Mirren games as the players took the field. Gladiatorial.
1. Save every spam email and spam comment on my blog for a year.
2. Try to arrange them into a continuous narrative.
3. (a) Publish bestselling post-modern literary masterpiece.
3. (b) Discover the Internet has gained sentience and actually is trying to befriend us.
3. (c) Be chided by my superiors for such flagrantly pointless exercises.
(I elected not to post the sub-categories of 3(a) and (b), but suffice to say 3(b)(iii) involves selling the film rights to my autobiography to JJ Abrams.)
“Hope reaches out of time, and into eternity, takes hold of what God sees, of what God knows, of what God promises. And it doesn’t let go.”
This is a rough draft.
There’s a phrase we use when we’re describing something we consider new and fresh and unexpected. We say it’s “out of the box.” The problem with the phrase is that when something or someone is judged to be in or out of “the box”, it reveals that “the box” is still our primary point of reference. We’re still operating within the prescribed boundaries and assumptions of how things are supposed to be. “Out of the box” is sometimes merely another way of being “in the box.” And then there are those who come from a totally different place. They ask another kind of question: “There’s a box?”
Before you ask, that’s a guy wearing black clothes and a balaclava, a la Tom Cruise in Mission:Impossible, not a golliwog, a la any politically incorrect reference made by a middle-aged English man in the House of Lords.
(PS why is this page so ridiculously short?! Please wikipedia, feed my radiolab induced frenzy!)
An Example of How Nice the Ladies I Work With Are:
I just remembered that I’d worked here for like 2 months before I found out I had my own trash bin under my desk, and I’d been using theirs for all my scraps of paper until then, and they never mentioned it.
|—||The Grapes of Wrath, by John Steinbeck|