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...mint-condition Queen Anne highboy or Paul Revere candlesticks may be coveted objects to the average antique hound. But two chemists with the Los Alamos National Laboratory in New Mexico are tracking down a more unusual relic: old air. Allen Ogard and Jane Poths are seeking samples of air that was sealed off decades or even centuries ago. Reason: to determine whether the level of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere has increased in the two centuries since the start of the industrial revolution. By some calculations, the extensive burning of oil and other fossil fuels has added to the shield...
...expansive discography. Based on the classic L. Ron Hubbard science-fiction novel of the same title, the album portrays various characters and places in the book, representing its often surprising plot developments in a new aesthetic dimension. To the Stars (the book) takes place on an interplanetary spaceship, the Hound of Heaven, and centers around the tragic lives of a crew subject to Einstein’s “time dilation theory” (as mass approaches infinity, time approaches zero). Traveling at near light speed across the galaxy, the Earth ages hundreds of years while they see merely...
...parochial insult only highlights Nossiter's cosmopolitan approach. He finds nuance everywhere, including in his interview with Robert Parker, the redoubtable American wine critic who can make or break a vintage in the newsletter he produces from his Maryland home office, with his flatulent bulldog George and his basset hound Hoover in attendance. Parker says it's hardly his fault that his judgments have become the gold standard for wines across the world; he sees himself - with some justice, as Nossiter acknowledges - as a consumer advocate whose call-'em-as-I-see-'em sensibility broke the stranglehold of befuddled aristocrats...
...look over, and Hound Dog (as he is affectionately called by his fellow Milwaukee’s Best disciples) has just “hit up” the joint. Hound Dog rolls into the party with bravado, spewing shocking witticisms like, “Yo dudes, it’s so hot in here it reminds me of your mom!” and “By the way fellas, in that last joke the ‘hot’ was spelled with two t’s.” He normally rolls with a sidekick...
...Hound Dog and I make eye contact and exchange a sweet up-top high-five to solidify our Social Analysis section-forged friendship. Hound Dog tells me, “Yo, hott party huh? Better than our fucking Social Analysis lecture. Fuck lecture, that shit’s gay.” I ask Hound Dog if said lecture has a boyfriend and he is visibly confused. Hound Dog bombs on down to his natural habitat, the keg. He feeds off the energy from the tap, and imagines the kick-ass deposit-return the hosts...