Ever since the Buckyball story broke big last year, Rice University chemist Rick Smalley has been getting the phone calls. Rick, they say, this is Jamie in Minnesota, and I saw this article. I just wanted you to know that I’ve dreamed about this molecule and now I can see it. And Smalley, whose job it is in [...]
Alas, no song will be posted today. It will be forthcoming, as will a penitential cover.
Which means one shall be forthcoming soon. And a penitential cover.
So it goes.
And today is the day there should be a song.
So we owe you a song. And a penitential cover. Hmm.
I’m taking a moment, with Archie McPhee, to celebrate the birth of a science dude.
Check this out:
Forget your Variety and your Rolling Stone. The Guild of Scientific Troubadours just received positive notice from a writer for New Scientist.
Over the transom this morning, I just got word of an amazing science-music-art project that combined six University College London biomedical researchers with six bands to make a pretty great album:
No, really. A religion and science joke.
A Higgs boson walks into St. Patrick’s Cathedral on a fine Sunday morning. The monsignor looks up and reacts angrily, “Get thee behind me, Higgs boson, and leave our place of worship!” The Higgs boson turns on his heel and says, “Fine. But you’ll regret it. You can’t have mass without me.”