Singing Nun Scientist:

From the wonderful Symphony of Science, whose mission should you choose to accept the invitation, is:

a musical project by John Boswell designed to deliver scientific knowledge and philosophy in musical form. Here you can watch music videos, download songs, read lyrics and find links relating to the messages conveyed by the music.

This is Carl Sagan “singing” A Glorious Dawn, with a roll-on part for Stephen Hawking. (Sagan would have been 75 last month. Happily, for that occasion, this track has been released as a 7″ vinyl record (!) by Third Man Records, the music publishing house run by Jack White of The White Stripes.)

There are a couple of other delightful videos of singing scientists – Dawkins, Feynman, Jastrow et al – on the Symphony of Science site, so beam over there and shake your star trek.

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Nice rego:

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Current favourite music video:

The wacky Flaming Lips’ tribal tune, Watching the Planets. Probably not safe for work unless your office is in Byron Bay or an ABC studio. Lots of naked bodies, like a Spencer Tunick event, only much more hippie, feral and fun. (I should mention that the lead Lips, Wayne Coyne, unsurprisingly, bares all for his art by the end. Good on the Coyne – heads and tails.)

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Scrooge him:
I really don’t like the way the current Christmas Carol movie looks. Verily like animated wax. Thankfully it’s critically unacclaimed (despite what David & Margaret and other Oz reviewers say).
Anyway, the always fascinating Morgan Meis has posted a festive essay on Dickens’ A Christmas Carol: Marley and Me. He begins:
The first sentence of A Christmas Carol is “Marley was dead: to begin with.” It’s a terrible way to start a story about Christmas. But A Christmas Carol isn’t great because it’s a great story. In fact, A Christmas Carol is a flimsy story. The characters are mostly clichés.
Then Scrooge has some bad gravy, a nightmare about three ghosts, and he spends Christmas Day in a hysterical fit sending turkeys all about the city and giving everyone raises. He’s so happy not to be dead … An unbelievable asshole but a day ago, Scrooge is now the picture of human kindness. I, for one, don’t buy it.
Deploying the ol’ contrarian strategy, Meis isn’t raspberrying a bah humbug to the Big Dick-ens; rather ‘Marley and Me’ is an appreciation of the great Victorian. But you’ll have to read it to see how Meis loops the loop and returns the turkey to Mr D.

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