Introduction to the Introduction Serendipity: the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for This post was for me what the “Spruce Goose” was for Howard Hughes; a big project that didn’t take off as expected. That is, until today, when, like manna from heaven, the perfect set-up arrived on...
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Warning: Goodshit is not safe for work, kids, or judgmental people. Seriously. GoodShit is Fred Lapides: postroad at hotmail.com. Fred, as it turns out, isn’t your typical blogger. He posted a story of mine on his website a few days ago, and the traffic jumped up considerably. Naturally, I wrote to thank him, and...
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This isn’t exactly news; not by any stretch of the imagination. “The Crying of Lot 49” was published in 1966, and was listed in TIME as one of the “100 Best English-language Novels from 1923 to 2005.” Apparently, some people really like the book. And some people give a f@$! what Pat Robertson says....
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Oh to be Julie Powell. The blogging darling of “Julie & Julia” fame. The gal who cooked her way through “The Art of French Cooking,” getting in touch with her inner Child along the way in her charming, too-small apartment. The gal with the doting husband, who puts up with her all-kinds of culinary...
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Part 1 Open An autobiography by Andre Agassi Illustrated. 386 pages. Alfred A. Knopf. $28.95 I started reading the reviews of this book as soon as they were posted, and virtually all of them, with the exception of a few, sounded something like this: “Oh my God, Agassi did METH! And he LIED about...
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This article, published in the New York Times on October 19, 2009 is what started the whole thing: For Decades, Puzzling People With Mathematics Mr. Gardner’s favorite puzzles are the ones that require a sudden insight. That aha! moment can come in any kind of puzzle, but there’s a special pleasure when the insight...
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My inaugural post for Frothygirlz will see me revealing a secret. After years of effecting moral pop culture superiority which involved poo pooing Hollywood’s low-brow dreck in favour of thoughtful low-budget indie efforts, I have grown weary. I am tired of declining invitations to see the latest Beyoncé flick because there’s a screening on...
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