The Economist: “New work led by Roza Kamiloglu, a psychologist at the Free University of Amsterdam, provides evidence that there are just two primary types of laughter: one generated when people find something funny and one that can be induced only through the physical act of tickling.” I’m laughing about this, but only because I’m currently being tickled.
My colleague Philip Jenkins settles a few persistent myths about the Council of Nicaea. It’s one of those events about which people always feel free to tell Big Lies.
Charles Thurston Thompson, Side view of packing case and horse-drawn โvanโ for transport of Raphael Cartoons from Hampton Court to South Kensington Museum, 1865. The South Kensington Museum is now of course the V&A.

Currently listening: Bill Evans, The Complete Village Vanguard Recordings, 1961 (Live) โซ. Of the many glorious performances on this record, perhaps the most glorious is “I Loves You, Porgy.” Heartbreakingly beautiful … and all the time the tiny audience is chattering away in the background. I don’t blame them โ there was no way for them to know that one of the definitive recordings in jazz history was being made right before them โ but I just want to teleport into the room to scream “SHUT UUUUUUPPPP.”
After you listen to “I Loves You, Porgy” a few times, go back one more time and listen just to the bassist, Scott LaFaro. He was a great genius, and would die in a car accident eleven days later, at the age of twenty-five.
Frank Auerbach โ who died last week โ “Albert Street II”, 2010

On a foggy morning, this streetlight in my neighborhood offers a gentle alien-invasion vibe.

Weather forecasts in central Texas:
- Five days out: 90% chance of rain
- Four days out: 80% chance of rain
- Three days out: 60% chance of rain
- Two days out: 40% chance of rain
- One day out: 20% chance of rain
On the day: No rain
A brilliant essay on orphans and robots from Adam Roberts. An idea-filled essay that’s generative of further ideas.
I am somewhat compensated for the non-arrival of Fall by continuing blooms (thanks to the gardening work of my beloved).

Barney Ronay on the likelihood of Saudi Arabia hosting the World Cup: “This will stand as surely the most wretched, bloody, damaging act in the history of global organised sport. If not causing death were your starting point, your one non-negotiable, Saudi Arabia wouldnโt even be on the table. And yet Infantino appears to have actively sought this outcome, aligning his Fifa with the worldโs most ruthlessly ambitious carbon power; and as a consequence taking choices that will, it can be assumed, cause demonstrable death and suffering.”
An exhibition of trade catalogs! This is so down my alley.

Ian Leslie: “Once you start thinking about the distinction between charisma and charm you see it everywhere.” It’s true!
Itโs true what they say: I would make a darn good Archbishop of Canterbury. But I have too much on my plate right now to take on another job. Sorry.
All those โwriting in the age of Trumpโ essays aged like milk. I still donโt want to reread them even now that weโre in a Second Age of Trump! I want to read essays about how to slow down or ideally stop a militarized ICE when it tries to purge โillegalsโ (anyone brown) from my campus. Or I want to read essays about Sir Thomas Browneโs theory of the occult. I do not want to read essays about โReading Sir Thomas Browneโs Theory of the Occult in an Age of Militarized ICE Purges.โ
Waiting for a family member to come home.

Extremely Online and Incredibly Tedious | Rhian Sasseen:
We have entered a cultural moment in which it is fashionable to admit to languageโs futility. It is a mark of sophistication now to yawn that itโs all rhetoric, and isnโt that enough? Why try to make writing sound interesting, why try to argue something unexpected, when all attempts to mold and shape a language will ultimately fall flat? Bad writing, self-conscious writing, comes out of an essential disillusionment with the one real tool that writers have. It is writing that postures, that is ready to claim, at every criticism, that oh, you just donโt get it. The sarcasm functions as a protective armor, but unlike real irony, no hypocrisies are exposed.