As Razib notes, Arthur Schlesinger has died at the age of 89. I like this quote from his New York Times obit, if only because I feel the same way and used to spend a lot of time as a kid wondering in the same way:
Mr. Schlesinger saw life as a walk through history. He wrote that he could not stroll down Fifth Avenue without wondering how the street and the people on it would have looked a hundred years ago.
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Arthur Schlesinger dies at 89.
“The sun is a miasma
Of incandescent plasma
The sun’s not simply made out of gas
No, no, no
The sun is a quagmire
It’s not made of fire
The following are the most disgusting papers on necrophilia that I could, uh, dig up. Enjoy!
W00t, its the Big Fight, or at least its the spat du jour. Does anyone outside the little blogospheric circle care? My guess is no.