Where’s Sheldon?
Hey, it’s Big Bang Theory’s Amy Farrah Fowler (Mayim Bialik) talking to future scientists at the USA Science and Engineering Festival in D.C.
Believe it or not, Bialik’s thesis (she has a Ph.D. in neuroscience from UCLA) was on “Hypothalamic Regulation in Relation to Maladaptive, Obsessive-Compulsive, Affiliative, and Satiety Behaviors in Prader-Willi Syndrome.”
Photo: Avie Schneider
Happy Presidents Day
The Reagans and Michael Jackson at the White House Ceremony to Launch the Campaign Against Drunk Driving, 05/14/1984 (National Archives)
“Frank Sinatra Has a Cold,” ran in April 1966 and became one of the most celebrated magazine stories ever published, a pioneering example of what came to be called New Journalism — a work of rigorously faithful fact enlivened with the kind of vivid storytelling that had previously been reserved for fiction.
The two blondes, who seemed to be in their middle thirties, were preened and polished, their matured bodies softly molded within tight dark suits. They sat, legs crossed, perched on the high bar stools. They listened to the music. Then one of them pulled out a Kent and Sinatra quickly placed his gold lighter under it and she held his hand, looked at his fingers: they were nubby and raw, and the pinkies protruded, being so stiff from arthritis that he could barely bend them. He was, as usual, immaculately dressed. He wore an oxford-grey suit with a vest, a suit conservatively cut on the outside but trimmed with flamboyant silk within; his shoes, British, seemed to be shined even on the bottom of the soles. He also wore, as everybody seemed to know, a remarkably convincing black hairpiece, one of sixty that he owns, most of them under the care of an inconspicuous little grey-haired lady who, holding his hair in a tiny satchel, follows him around whenever he performs. She earns $400 a week. The most distinguishing thing about Sinatra’s face are his eyes, clear blue and alert, eyes that within seconds can go cold with anger, or glow with affection, or, as now, reflect a vague detachment that keeps his friends silent and distant. (Esquire)
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Resisting the temptation to use cliches about lenses and turning tables
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From our sista blog, Picture Yourselves
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Oh, look. It’s the B-52s, with a hangover.
Grace Kelly and her friend Rollei
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(via Being Blog • Power, Politics, and the Downfall of Men)
(Photo: Marilyn Monroe holds a framed portrait of Abraham Lincoln. (photo: Milton Greene, via Michael Donovan/Flickr, cc by-nc-sa 2.0)
