Quantum weirdness isn’t weird
If we accept objects don't exist... There is a chair in front of me. A nice red wooden chair with four legs, a seat to sit on, a rest to support the sitter’s back. Does this chair exist by itself? Of course it does: it exists regardless of me. But wait: we call it a...
Never Let Me Go
Anyway, the point is, there was a gap in Miss Emily’s calendar collection: none of them had a single picture of Norfolk. We had these same lectures repeated a number of times, and I’d always wonder if this time she’d found a picture of Norfolk, but it was always the...
West African String Theory
The strings of West Africa reverberate around the world and if you'd like them reverberating around your home too, this playlist is for you. Every morning carefully trained string theory bots start their quantum work, listening backwards and forwards to tracks from...
In the Heart of the Heart of the Country
Icicles Then another thing I do is I always draw a picture of the house, a simple floor plan. Take this away with you, I say, it’ll help you remember; and let me tell you, they’re grateful. And another thing I always do is I always… but Glick is not listening, he is...
Lonesome Dove
The springhouse was a little lumpy adobe building, so cool on the inside that Augustus would have been tempted to live in it had it not been for its popularity with black widows, yellow jackets and centipedes. When he opened the door he didn’t immediately see any...