I�m sure that any personal-care product featuring �102� deeply touch, shaving area increased� isn�t the least bit sketchy.

Your friends with their puny carbonite ice-cube molds will envy you.

"We speak on the phone, but where is your body?" Suzanne Fellini sings in "Love On the Phone." You can't push on a string; you can't embrace over a wire. But can the wire embrace us?

Turning a wall of ice into a touch screen may not have much practical use, but it's magical nonetheless.

What's appealing about durable goods that pretend to be disposable?

It's never too early to have "the talk."

The electronic collage-music duo The Books give leisure time one more crank of the handle, and it all becomes funny and vaguely unsettling: an 18-hole course deep in the uncanny valley.

Coffee isn't only a stimulant, but also a social glue and fuel for creative lives. A proposed mobile app would allow caffeinated bloggers, writers, artists, and designers to share their coffeehouse-generated work in real-time.

Don't even think of challenging this poisoned pooch to a staring contest�or the postmen of the Great Northern Railway, who were the early 20th century's answer to the Internet.

Scientists at Tokyo Tech have tapped into the neurons of a male silk moth, connecting its tiny brain to a little wheeled robot. When the moth�s sense organs are exposed to female pheremones, the robot performs the silk moth�s mating dance.