Wondering why so many people have loved Phish for more than 25 years? You could go to a show, you could buy an album, or you could hear some best-of compilations from their summer tour. Any one of these gives you a good taste of what Phish sounds like live these days.
I know this will be an unpopular view, but I really wish that the hundreds of millions of dollars we just spent to learn about Mars was instead spent on learning about what causes cancer. Knowing more about Mars will satisfy our curiosity; knowing much more about cancer will save millions of lives.
Mom calls, is having problems with printing. "It says 'Unknown printer error'." Drive down, verify that is what it is saying. We determine that she is trying to print to a printer that no longer exists. I show her how to pick a new printer from the Print dialog box, prints fine. To make sure it doesn't happen again, I open "Devices and Printers" and delete the old printer; it disappears from that window. I go to print again and the old printer reappears. I go back to "Devices and Printers" and, sure enough, Windows put the printer back. Delete again; poof. Close "Devices and Printers", open "Devices and Printers": it's there again.
I'm quite intrigued by Glassboard. The privacy model looks great, and there are probably many ways that they can get good revenue. The big problem: they assume that everyone only wants to use the product on mobile devices, not on laptops and desktops. That seemed like an oversight, so I looked at their FAQ to see when other OSs would be added. The fact that Windows and Mac OS are not even mentioned seems kind of dubious, to say the least.
Maybe I'm the last one to know this, but there is gum with two distinct flavors. Stride Shift starts off fruity, then after a minute or so becomes distinctly minty, then a minute later shifts back to fuity-minty-fruity-minty, then settles into minty for quite a while. Pretty impressive, particularly for someone who basically never chews gum.
Earlier this year, someone asked me "Most Grateful Dead songs are happy, right?". Well, not really. I was just re-listening to a 1988 concert by Brent Mydland that included two of the songs he co-wrote, and "happy" isn't the right word for them.
Gentlemen, Start Your Engines is probably the darkest song of the Dead's repertoire. Lines such as "One if these days I'm gonna pull myself together / Soon as I finish tearin' myself apart" and "It's dark outside, but it's darker within" paint it deep black.
I Will Take You Home is a much brighter song about a father who promises to always be there for his daughters. Two years after this performance, with the song still a regular in the Dead's rotation, Brent killed himself with a heroin overdose. I simply can't imagine what it would be like to have your father call you onstage a huge rock concert, sing you that song, and then break the promise forever.