tsundoku (Japanese): — buying a book and never reading it, possibly leaving it in a stack of other unread books
friolero (Spanish): — a person who is especially sensitive to the cold
aware (Japanese): — the bittersweetness which occurs during a moment of brief, transcendent beauty
age-otori (Japanese): — to look worse after a haircut
won (Korean): — the reluctance of a person to relinquish an illusion
prozvonit (Czech): — to a phone a person’s cell phone only once so that they will call back (saving the originator the cost of the phone call)

How air-conditioning changed the world (book)

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How air-conditioning changed the world (book)

H/t: Ace of Spades HQ

An interview with the author.

Why the U.S. refrigerates its eggs

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Why the U.S. refrigerates its eggs

H/t: Marginal Revolution

In Search Of Lost Frogs (book)

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In Search Of Lost Frogs (book)

Tiny brown frog seated on an American quarter.

From The Guardian

H/t: Marginal Revolution

You Belong To The City – Glenn Frey

Posted on September 8, 2014 by Admin

The sun goes down
The night rolls in
You can feel it starting all over again
The moon comes up
And the music calls
You’re gettin’ tired of starin’ at the same four walls
You’re out of your room
And down on the street
Movin’ through the crowd in the midnight heat
The traffic roars
And the sirens scream
You look at the faces
It’s just like a dream

Nobody knows where you’re goin’
Nobody cares where you’ve been

‘Cause you belong to the city
You belong to the night
Livin’ in a river of darkness
Beneath the neon light
You were born in the city
Concrete under your feet
It’s in your moves
It’s in your blood
You’re a man of the street

When you said goodbye
You were on the run
Tryin’ to get away from the things you’d done
Now you’re back again
And you’re feeling strange
So much has happened
But nothing has changed

You still don’t know where you’re goin’
You’re still just a face in the crowd

You belong to the city
You belong to the night
Livin’ in a river of darkness
Beneath the neon light
You were born in the city
Concrete under your feet
It’s in your blood
It’s in your moves
You’re a man of the street

You can feel it
You can taste it
You can see it
You can face it
You can hear it
You’re gettin’ near it
You want to make it
‘Cause you can take it

You belong to the city
You belong to the night
You belong to the city
You belong to the night
You belong
You belong