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Dylan Hears a Who is a free record that brings together the best of two worlds: Bob Dylan and Dr. Seuss. Songs include: Oh, The Thinks You Can Think, Green Eggs and Ham, Miss Gertrude McFuzz, McElligot’s Pool, Too Many Daves, The Zax, and The Cat in The Hat.

Google has created an interesting mashup using Google Books and Google Maps: Google searches through the text of books in the Google Books database and displays the locations mentioned on Google Maps. Take for instance the Google Books entry on Tolstoy’s War and Peace (scroll to the bottom of the page to see the map) or The Travels of Marco Polo.

“Зимы ждала, ждала природа. Снег выпал толкьо в �нваре…�

McSweeny’s Short Imagined Monologues: Professor Richard Dawkins speaks at Fair Hills Kindergarten regarding Santa Claus, December 2, 2006. (via Kottke)

Bart Kosko’s latest book, Noise, spits in the face of punctuation standards. Kosko has decided that commas are merely a form of ‘channel noise’ and will no longer use them in his writing. He says that ‘it keeps you from getting to the verbs fast enough.’ Idiotic, if you ask me; I’d think his book would be painful to read. As Liberman at Language Log put it, ‘why not leave out the spaces, too, andgettothoseverbsevenfaster?’

An Online Collection of Gibran Khalil Gibran’s Works, including The Prophet.

Maciej Ceglowski went and imported a good deal of Pushkin’s early letters into his e-mail application. There are many easier ways to do this, and I’m sure that as a programmer he knows of them, but he says he did it this way because it gives him a lot of search and sort features that he wouldn’t have otherwise. He also zipped it up as an mbox file, so you can import them into your mail app as well. Fun.

But if you really want to search Pushkin, someone on SEELANGS pointed out the FEB-WEB DSE Pushkin site where you can conduct searches through a good deal of Pushkin’s works and correspondence. Great resource.

Randall Goodgame is reading The Prophet by Kahil Gibran. He recently shared the following passage over at his blog:

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half-murdered.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings, but cannot fly.

Profound. I’d love to get my hands on a copy of this book…