Military historian and novelist Caleb Carr was, to his frequent misfortune, the son of Lucien Carr, friend of Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsburg. "I was an adolescent in 1960's and early 1970's, when the Beats had a revival in popularity. People would say to me, you must have had a glorious childhood with the Beats. How great was it? You'd turn on them and say, 'It wasn't so fucking great. It really wasn't.'"
This is how to start a book review. Jonathan Weiner in The New York Times, reviewing Ed Yong's I Contain Multitudes: The Microbes Within Us and a Grander View of Life: "Reader, as you read these words, trillions of microbes and quadrillions of viruses are multiplying on your face, your hands and down there in the darkness of your gut. With every breath you take, with every move you make, you are sending bacteria into the air at the rate of about 37 million per hour—your invisible aura, your personal microbial cloud. With every gram of food you eat, you swallow about a million microbes more." Startling facts, instant interest in the subject matter of the volume under review, and a nick from a Police song. Hard to ask for more.
Damn, Charles Roux can take photographs. I am particularly taken with his series Fictitious Feasts, in his own words: "Weaving the link between literature, food and photography, Fictitious Feasts is based upon food scenes in fiction texts." In the image here, a plate of kidneys from Ulysses.
Centaur planets are minor planets with unstable orbits, generally between the big gas planets and the Kuiper Belt. The largest known centaur, 10199 Chariklo, has rings. The things you learn when you resume writing about space science.
— Please go look at Charles Roux's photographs.
— JPL's database includes 10199 Chariklo, which was named after a nymph.