Fellow nerds, check out this math quiz on The New York Times’ website that tests your ability to estimate colossal quantities with eight Fermi problems.

If you dare, check out these terrible, terrible Dartmouth Republican rappers, Stiltz and Serious C (Christian names: Josh and David).

The paper of record has broken huge news on its front page today. No, I don’t mean that piddling Supreme Court nomination or that inconsequential gay marriage ban in California. This is a truly startling trend sweeping the nation’s schools: Teenagers, it turns out, hug each other.

The New Haven Advocate pulled a pretty sharp stunt this week, outsourcing nearly all of the paper’s editorial content to freelance writers in India. That may seem pretty clever. But I wonder if the Indian journos who contributed knew they were being set up as punchlines. Somehow, I doubt it. And that’s not cool.

How I’ve gone 28 years living without a towel I could wear as a tunic and a toga, I’ll never know.

Oh, those lovable Los Angeles police. If they’re not sparking devastating citywide riots or bungling murder investigations, they’re trying to stifle free speech.

Finally, the august Wall Street Journal is delivering the sort of focused, high-value content its hip-hop-obsessed, bling-chasing readers have been clamoring for. A real laugher on A-1 today examines how the recession “is cramping the style of hip-hop artists and wannabes — many of whom are finding it difficult to afford the diamond-encrusted pendants and heavy gold chains they have long used to project an aura of outsized wealth.”

Good news: I’m blogging again. Right here. I’m determined to keep blogging as long as people keep visiting. So the pressure’s really on you. Don’t choke.