When I lived in Hoboken at the start of my career, I relished Sunday mornings reading the Sunday New York Times over eggs, coffee and a spicy Bloody Mary at East L.A. on Washington Street. Today, my reading list is more eclectic and digital and my Bloody Mary’s have turned into an extra pot of coffee. But the habit of waking up on a Sunday morning and learning new things remains intact.
Mystery Radio Bursts From Space Just Got Even Weirder
The Case for Getting Rid of Borders
It’s not “citizen journalism,” but it is “citizens taking notes at public meetings
Truth Decay: An Initial Exploration of the Diminishing Role of Facts
‘Stoned wallabies make crop circles’
A New Jersey suburb wants to fine you $200 for driving through during rush hour
Craft Beer Is the Strangest, Happiest Economic Story in America
Why Walkable Streets are More Economically Productive
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