by Kevin Warwick on December 5, 2012 at 6:00PM
Because of course it did, Original Content London—a "creative concept and innovation studio" located on the other side of the pond—dreamed up a way that your bicycle can mimic the clip-clop of a trusty steed ambling down a cobblestone path. Fitting to the bike's front brake mount, Trotify is an elaborate wooden device that ships flat in one amalgamated laser-cut piece and breaks apart for home assembly.
by Tal Rosenberg on October 8, 2012 at 8:47AM
Today marks the first day of Chicago Ideas Week, a festival/conference/seminar from now until Sunday that features a range of presentations and events, all seemingly about "ideas" . . . but not really.
by Tal Rosenberg on August 20, 2012 at 6:43AM
Last Thursday's cover story by Reader restaurant critic Mike Sula examined a protein source that's rarely cited as a delicacy: the urban eastern gray squirrel. Since we often dedicate each week's installment of our Variations on a Theme series to the prior week's feature, it didn't take us long to make the leap to Squirrels Week.
by Tal Rosenberg on July 2, 2012 at 10:51AM
This week's Variation on a Theme is—you guessed it—"independence." With the Fourth of July falling this week, we opted for the obvious when deciding what to write about in this iteration of our Variations on a Theme series.
by Kevin Warwick on June 28, 2012 at 12:34PM
Hanging poolside as the 13th Floor Elevators serenade me with "You're Gonna Miss Me." More specifically, hanging poolside like the tweaked-looking guy in the rocking chair at about one minute and 27 seconds in as the 13th Floor Elevators serenade me with "You're Gonna Miss Me."
by Tal Rosenberg on May 30, 2012 at 11:13AM
Typically, when someone makes a huge, embarrassing, public mistake, I feel bad for them. People make mistakes with humiliating consequences, especially me.
by Kevin Warwick on May 14, 2012 at 1:25PM
Hot sauce is the most make-or-break condiment. The proof is in the 57 comments on Grant Brissey's four-sentence blog post for the Slog, titled "Dear Restaurants Who Carry Tabasco as Your Only Hot Sauce."
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