Here cynical writer and anti-blogging maven Andrew Orlowski gets teary-eyed over the new Buckminster Fuller stamp. I don’t know what’s got into the boy.

Then there is this weird observation:

But a really odd thing about RBF, and perhaps it’s a clue to his soul, is revealed halfway through a 1996 documentary about him. A long-time acquaintance notes that wherever Fuller lived – and he moved around a lot – he would assiduously keep track of his name in the local phonebooks. He made sure he was never erased.

Personally I think the stamp is pretty creepy.