ScienceDaily reported this week on the TLC ancient Egyptians applied to the mummification of certain favored animals, including cats and crocodiles:
"Mummification of animals has been thought of as cheap and cheerful, but this shows that a significant amount of effort, knowledge and expense was afforded to them," explained Dr Buckley. "Cats in particular received special attention and this fits with the idea of cats having a special place in Egyptian life."
Cats were associated with the Egyptian... READ ON
We reported on ghost riding last year, when the hyphy-ghost riding movement seemed to be building; however, the viability of that wave has been debated a lot lately. Rapper Keak Da Sneak assumes responsibility for naming the style; "hyphy" is derived from "hyper"--his hyperactive antics as a child were the inspiration for the stop-start-freak-out-get-stupid vibe of hyphy, which started in Oakland in the early 90s.
Recently, the San Jose Mercury News suggested hyphy's lackluster reception compared to... READ ON
Last year the Reason Foundation published a study arguing that drinkers earn more than non-drinkers (stressing that drinkers "who tipped a glass at home" earned less--and probably cried and Googled exes more?--than drinkers who jousted for social capital at functions). I wonder if that's doubly so in America's Drunkest Cities. Other studies have shown that smokers earn less than non-smokers--MSN says 4-11% less. But regardless of your vices, it seems that twenty-something women living in major U.S. cities... READ ON
Kissing booths...They've always seemed about as desirable as stocks and pillories. Of course, I understand raising awareness/cash for a worthy cause (e.g. when Kate Moss sold a one-minute, Â£60,000 kiss to benefit the Hoping Foundation--the man who bought it ceded his kiss to Hugh Grant's girlfriend; fittingly charitable and salacious). Elsewhere, you've got bear-kissing booths ("just a small part of a larger twice-daily presentation about wild bear safety"), pug-kissing booths, and then there's always... READ ON
I've been thinking about lycanthropy--maybe because we're just that much closer to Halloween, maybe because the "Back to the Future" ride is closing down (I just can't choose between McFly and Teen Wolf), or maybe it's because of all the traction that Sea Wolf song is getting (though my friends Hang the Lights romanced the topic quite beautifully first). It's been conjectured that the ergot in people's rye bread was responsible for episodes of clinical lycanthropy, which continues to be treated today,... READ ON
If you haven't been discovered on YouTube (whether or not you already had a major label), maybe you can score a deal via your Second Life:
"My Second Life: The video diaries of Molotov Alta" purports to tell the story of a man who "disappeared from his California home" and began issuing video dispatches from Second Life. The popular virtual world, which has its own currency and a growing economy, has drawn millions of users who create alter egos called avatars and interact with people from around the... READ ON
If you develop a self-help bug while in an airport, you're in luck: they're everywhere. All airport bookstores are like bestseller lists reified, and if you close your eyes and just grab, you're likely to make contact with a book on how to succeed.
No one is going to give you any grief for indulging in one, either--the assumption is that you're out to kill time, and more "pedestrian" activities are suddenly forgivable: you can read Teen Vogue cover to cover, go back for seconds at McDonald's, and... READ ON
I don't bike, but I might if I didn't live in LA. I've just known too many people injured while pedaling across town, or even in their own neighborhoods. Capering around town as a pedestrian here feels subversive enough, and until my encounters with crosswalks improve (in CA it's illegal to keep driving if a pedestrian has just one foot on a crosswalk--thank you, all my friends who've lived to tell from Traffic School), I'm just not getting on a bike. Once I'm in Europe, then I'll bike, and I'll probably... READ ON
This summer I stumbled upon a detox, and I've been so fascinated with it that I'm keeping it up. It's like finally handing your body the microphone! It just has so much to say, and I want to give it the floor as long as I can stand it. And once it starts talking, the toxins keep coming. It's our biggest internal organ, so I suppose that makes sense.
I had no idea it took so long to detox, or that your liver was in much worse shape right after you stop drinking than it ever was while regulating normal... READ ON
We're still in the era of prankdom, when people can win $100 if they go along with a stranger's protracted back story and subsequent request for help (thank you, "Boiling Points"). It seems that ever since hitchhiking became taboo (but there's hitchwiki!), we redirected our thirst for those encounters into a devoted voyeurism that finds relief in reality television, especially that of the "reveal"-oriented variety.
Every time I see a show that hinges on the horrified reaction of a reveal, I experience a... READ ON
Marie Curie's notebooks are still radioactive.