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"I was fascinated to read about some researchers, who were studying the clicking sounds made by sperm whales - Moby-Dick. They couldn't figure out how the sounds fit together. So they called in an African drum master and he said: 'Oh, there's a kind of a guiding rhythm there, and they do seem to be listening to each other. I really hear a pattern.' He heard something the scientists didn't." -- David Rothenberg, author of Why Birds Sing: A Journey Into the Mystery of Bird Song, 2005-09-19 (original here if the link is still valid) -- thanks to nancylebov.

Parts of my house smell like ... hot solder. Particularly the blue bedroom and the entryway. This is, at least when I am not engaged in the act of soldering, not a very encouraging smell. I can't figure out where it's coming from, and worry about what piece of electrical or electronic equipment is about to die (and whether it'll catch fire).

Maybe, if I'm lucky, the curious smell will be related to the sirens I just heard going past, and therefore Somebody Else's Problem. Or connected to what the fellow with the very rude radio haits was doing when he was working on something for the house next door, out of his pickup truck, before the rain started.

(Oh merciful rain, that got him to shut off his car stereo and close up his truck.)