There's this chart that was going around the interwebs: The Vocal Range of the World's Greatest Singers. There's nothing the interweb loves more than a list of questionable origin, except perhaps taking that same list as unquestionable fact. There's a lot to head-scratch and chin-stroke about this chart, for instance:…
When I was a little kid, I was the oddball (I mean, I still am, but let's stay on topic here). I did a pretty lousy job of fitting in. Most times I tried to fit in, but sometimes, not so much. Here's just one example — being the only…
Ours is an age of always on, instant communication. The Internet brings the news of the world, often with live and on-the-scene citizen reporting. It seems like news is always traveling faster and faster, sometimes beating the truth to its destination. Our information is immediate, comprehension and context the laggard.…
I was born a modernist. I was born two weeks early, perhaps because I didn't want to wait any longer for the future to arrive. My first word was "Next!". I'm at heart an optimist about the future and our ability to make what comes next better than what came…
Spring could be here, the overnight frost and dusting of snow notwithstanding, as some flowers have started to bloom, and grass has started their journey from gray to green. And I have finally figured out my own mnemonic for remembering which-is-which between perennials and annuals (which, like the change of…