Mark Cuban, who is the richest blogger that I know of, and also one of the most prolific, shares a story about the Wikipedia entry about himself.

To all you Wikipedia fundamentalists: I do not hate you, or Wikipedia. (If I hated it, I probably wouldn’t have called Wikipedia “generally fun, sometimes useful, often entertaining” in my last post on the subject.) Nor am I scared that Wikipedia will put me out of a job. I am just cautious about some of its content for the very sort of reasons that Cuban describes.

Because I am not left-handed, I have never taken much pleasure in the endless parade of studies, articles, and anecdotes about how left-handed people are better at everything than right-handed people. But that doesn’t mean the studies stop coming; here’s the latest, by the economists Christopher S. Ruebeck, Joseph E. Harrington, and Robert Moffitt. At least we righties can console ourselves with the knowledge that lefties still have a hard time finding a good pair of scissors.

Tall people, too, can continue to feel good about themselves — although as this paper by Anne Case and Christina Paxson argues, the relative success of tall people isn’t due to self-esteem or anything like that. It comes from the simple fact that, as Case and Paxson write, “taller people earn more because they are smarter.”

Thanks to the section of Freakonomics that dealt with unusual first names, we regularly get e-mails from readers telling us about a particularly good example. (Maybe we should make such submissions a regular feature of this blog?) Anyway, I don’t think there’s been a better submission that the one that came this morning, courtesy of David Tinker of Pittsburgh. He sent us this article from the Orlando Sentinel about Yourhighness Morgan, a 16-year-old student-athlete in Bushnell, Fla.

According to the article, Yourhighness has a younger brother named Handsome, and cousins named Prince and Gorgeous. (FWIW, I grew up as a farm kid and we had a pig named Handsome.) Yourhighness often goes by YH for short, and also sometimes Hiney — which, to the friends and family who call him this, apparently doesn’t mean “tush” or “derriere,” but which certainly did in my household.

I like Yourhighness so much that I think I will try to get my kids to call me that for a while.

In other strange-name news, there’s this sad San Diego Tribune article (sent to us by one James Werner of Charlottesville, Va.) about a gang murder. The victim’s name was Dom Perignon Champagne; his mother’s name is Perfect Engelberger.

I think that every son, and especially every male writer, has an awful lot to say about his own father. My father died when I was a kid; I wrote quite a bit about him in this book and in this one.

One of my favorite father-son memoirs of all time is The Duke of Deception, by Geoffrey Wolff, who is unfortunately best known as the older brother of Tobias Wolff, whose own memoir, This Boy’s Life, was also pretty great.

Steve Levitt’s father Michael is also worth writing about — there is a bit about him in this profile of Levitt I wrote a few years ago — and maybe his work will show up a bit in SuperFreakonomics. Within the Levitt family, Michael is known as the King of Farts — not for any personal flatulence (at least as far as I know), but for his groundbreaking research on intestinal gas. But he has many other research curiosities, and it is not a coincidence that Steve Levitt’s father is also a man who has been very willing to go off the beaten path of typical research subjects.

I write all this father-son stuff as mere prelude, however, to point out this really wonderful blog post by Malcolm Gladwell about his own father, Graham. I don’t think the topic of geothermal heating has ever been treated so beautifully, or ever will be again. Enjoy.