Ken Moore's columns in the Carrboro Citizen are always a delight. This week's is about one of those great, ordinary, but not so ordinary weeds you see along the interstate: Wooly Mullein. Who knew that Quaker women rubbed it on their face to work up a blush--wearing "makeup" without breaking the rules?
Other fine reads are two columns by Ed Cone, one on the joys of being (temporarily) alone, another on Dave Weinberger on virtual catalogues and other intersections of the internet, categorical thinking, and philosophy.
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