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5 March 2002  

Fountainhead 'Filching' Featured

The LA Times has picked up on the "stolen" Ayn Rand manuscript pages controversy I mentioned a while back.

Update: Looks like ari is going to bat on this one. They've just sent out a press release headed: "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS TRAMPLES PROPERTY RIGHTS: Bureaucrats Seize Framed Papers from Ayn Rand Heir’s Office Wall." From the release: "Dr. Leonard Peikoff is available for interviews. Video of the seizure is available." Go get 'em, guys!

One More Chance

Lileks, who has been in the wickens.ca doghouse lately, redeems himself (somewhat):

I [bought] two Pet Shop Boys remix albums, marveling, again, at the canny nature of modern music marketing. When my dad bought “Opus #1,” it stayed bought. That was it. There wasn’t an “Opus #1 (Super Orchidilicious Master Bowser Deep Dub Choco-Mix.)” I’m not complaining, and in fact I like this; I like having ten versions of every song, listening to the basic item get run through the grinder and reconstructed upside down. And I don’t care who knows it; I love this PSB stuff. Anyone who thinks it’s all twee “West End Girls” stuff never heard the remixes. I was particularly happy to find “Where the Streets Have No Name,” which segues into “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You” - a great joke, a sweet tweak at U2’s Big Serious Music.
On another note, this Bleat proves what had only been rumoured before: there really are straight psb fans.

Kreskin's Kin

Patricia Pearson of the National Post writes of the Miss Cleo escapade:

Shocking news alert! A psychic is being sued for fraud! How is this possible? What is the world coming to when you can't trust some loon with a pack of Tarot cards and the ability to take cash, or VISA?
I tend to agree with the implication that just as lotteries are a tax on bad math skills, $2.99/min. psychics are a tax on the epistemologically-challenged. Who but the institutionalized could rationally claim to have been duped by these charlatans when the claims are so patently ridiculous in the first place?

(At the end of her article, Pearson notes an interesting fact: James Randi is still waiting, 183 days later, for famed psychic Syliva Browne to deliver on her nationally-televised promise to submit to a controlled test of her "powers.")