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A small, secluded monastery comes close to topping the UK pop charts. Can one really be isolated if there is internet access? The story of the monks is here, and a video is here.

Are they able to handle the fame and subsequent fortune? Well, the abbot has an MBA, and a CD deal with Universal Music has been signed. Their PR person is on the cell constantly, when he is not dealing with the day-to-day of monastery life. There is perspective.

A journalist recounts his experience with a condition associated with world wars.

His advice: Don’t stand around in wet socks, don’t wrap plastic bags around wet socks, don’t sleep in wet socks. If not treated right, amputation is necessary.

Almost everyone, it seems, except musicians that the heartland holds dear.

I only found out about her this week, and also learned there is a genre of music called sadcore, which is related to shoegazing. Here’s Where is My Love.

When Chris, a blogger who infrequently contributes here, left to seek his fortune up north, he left behind some cacti. I came across this

and it’s definitely Chris.

I swore I’d never ever get another cat. But Nora here, kinda makes me want to get one someday. Far, far in the future.