For any of you who have been anxiously waiting for the season finale of standout podcast series Serial, the following somewhat embarrassing information about myself will make sense to you, at least in the context of the show. And for those of you un-hip, living under a rock types, please do yourselves a cultural favor and get with the times! (Fair warning: Spoilers ahead for the uninitiated.)
It’s no secret that I thoroughly (and I do mean thoroughly) enjoy the Showtime series Homeland, if nothing other than to watch the spectacular performances put on by leads Claire Daines and Damian Lewis. But the storytelling is equally as thrilling and compelling.
The last thing on my mind when watching the series? Tourism.
I’m not sure why I was compelled to write about this, but I guess it’s one of those “truth is stranger than fiction” moments that seems somewhat worthy of a mention.
Ok, this has got to be one of the coolest things I’ve read about today. Apparently, mad, scheming scientist bent on creating powerful cyborgs (who will one day take over the world and enslave us all) have been busy again. Or, perhaps they are just well-meaning scientists hoping to cure blindness. Regardless, of who they are, this is still awesome.
One thing that has sometimes bothered me about atheists is just how fundamentalist they can be. That’s not to excuse all the saints on the other side of the fence who are just as rigid. But to me, they often seem like two sides of the same coin.
There is a piece on NPR about a minister who recently lost her faith and subsequently converts to atheism. There was a bit of time where she would go about her duties as a minister, while inwardly, she had lost her Christian belief.
Here’s how she describes her conversion:
Dear Geoffrey Chaucer,
For the sake of full disclosure, I’m not the go-to columnist for advice on the big L Word.
We want to get into your pants with as few obstacles as possible (kidding … sort of).
I recently happened upon Elephanteer Andrea Balt’s article, “What women really want,” and I couldn’t help but hit the über-belated reply button on her excellent pocket guide (which I’ve tattooed, backwards, on my forehead) to understanding the Rubik’s cube of Womankind.