Octopodial Chrome

Bastich was a webcomic I read whilst in college. It ran only from 1995–1998, but man was it funny back then. I recommend it, from what I recollect as a dim 20 year old. I still remember when it stopped being updated. I kept on re-visiting, hoping against hope to see a new comic. Sigh.

Is there anything finer than a summer evening just after the sun has sunk below the horizon, but before it has gotten dark—what I believe our Anglo-Saxon ancestors called hador? Is there aught better than that soft silence, that still sweetness, that feeling that all the world is repairing itself from the day’s endeavours? It’s the most romantic time, when one feels as though one were a youth once more, and all the world were one’s oyster, when anything was possible and everything would be done. I would give anything to live my life in that cool twilight.

CNN reports that a father-and-son team are attempting to clone our nation’s champion trees (the biggest, and often oldest, of their kind) in an effort to revitalise forests by reintroducing their genetic material. A brilliant idea. I wonder if they take donations?

Steven Pinker has written a new book which argues that our genes are most responsible for who we are—which is yet more evidence for aristocracy. If we can breed hunting dogs, why can we not breed leaders? The answer, of course, is that we can.