And forever more, that's how you'll stay

Mystery novels are a pretty new genre to me, even though I usually like them. I probably should have started reading them long ago, but I started out as a science fiction fan and it usually takes a while to discover that just because science fiction likes to bill itself as the literature of ideas doesn't mean that other genres are not, in fact, dumb. Anyway, I just finished up Agatha Christie's Elephants Can Remember, a late Hercule Poirot mystery, among my audio books.

( I don't think I actually spoil anything, but just in case, eh?  )

Trivia: Global industrial production of selenium is about 1500 tons per year, with about a tenth of that amount recycled from industrial waste and old photocopiers. Source: Nature's Building Blocks: An A-Z Guide To The Elements, John Emsley.

Currently Reading: Step Right Up, Brooks McNamara. It's a history of the medicine show, with enough illustrations of 19th century medicine-show minstrel acts or Indian figures that I feel uncomfortable reading it where passers-by might see me, as I can't really give out explanations of what I'm staring at these illustrations for. Mercifully, the print is large, so I can quickly finish this page and turn to the next and ... ah, yes, an extremely detailed sketch of the gastro-intestinal system. Much better.