The more you know, the more you know you don’t know, and never thought of asking.
This post marks the beginning of a new biweekly column about empuzzlements underperused and unpursued, those thrumdrum wonderings that lie low in a pocket of question mark at the back of our brains, neglected curiosities that have not – yet – killed the cat.
Lost in absolute quotidian routine, these questions will set your spine a-tingle – but only once we’ve set them squarely in the spotlight. So get ready. And prepare to be quizzified.
We’ll start humbly with this one:
Why don’t soda bubbles go down?
Why, indeed?
