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How do you get placebos to work better? Charge more for them. Mind over matter… but money over mind.
“Ew, don’t pick that up. It’s got AIDS on it.”
(The AIDSy item in question was a spent Q-tip.)
Spent several hours going door to door with my son’s Cub Scout pack this morning collecting canned goods for the San Francisco Food Bank. Among the items received for donation:
- A jar of “Goober Grape” PB&J combo
- A bottle of Trader Joe’s Thai curry sauce
- Multiple 12-packs of Coca-Cola
- Bag of dried lentils from a bulk bin
- Jelly (expired)
- A frozen “Claim Jumper” apple pie
- Individual snack packets of Annie’s organic Bunny Grahams
- Boxes of frozen stuffing (thawed, rank, very expired)
- A canned ham (these still exist!)
This is probably only going to be of interest to a few dozen Googlers who happen by, but here goes:
Outlook 2007 and iCloud 2.0 don’t get along. If you have email stuck in your Outlook outbox (particularly scheduled items), uninstall iCloud. Everything will work suddenly work fine after a reboot.
A sober reminder that you never want to be in a hospital: “Hospitals are infested with antibiotic-resistant Staphylococcusbacteria that can turn a small cut into a limb- or life-threatening infection.”
I sometimes sneeze in bright daylight. Now I know I’m not alone.
Not only is there a genetic basis for “sun sneezing,” Pagon says the number of times people sneeze in response to light also appears to run in families.
This scientific discovery happened in a very unscientific way. Pagon and her genetics colleagues were sitting at the same table during a birth defects conference when the conversation shifted to discussing the sun and sneezing. Much to their surprise, they learned that 4 out of 10 of them were affected by this strange reaction. “One person said it was common for people in his family to sneeze five times; in my family it was three times, and another person said once,” recalls Pagon.
But what about the sun making me break down in tears and curl up on the sidewalk?
29 pigs is one too many.
After 850 miles on the road I can still feel the car moving. And hear all the bad radio.
If your character coughs even one time in a movie, you will die before the credits roll.
Man was not made to consume this much cheese in this little time.
You know after you remove a Band-Aid that’s gotten soaking wet: That white, wrinkly, squishy look that your skin gets where it’s been covered up? They need a really good name for that.
It’s gonna get dirty out there.
We have a bleak window of maybe 10 years, where we are going to have to use the antibiotics we have very wisely, but also grapple with the reality that we have nothing to treat these infections with.
Taking my first sick day in months… can’t remember the last time, actually. It’s amazing how being ill can totally derail all your plans, make everything suddenly take a back seat to your recovery, and delay everything you have going on. And at the same it can be liberating: No one expects you to get anything done when you can barely get out of bed.
Just back from 8 glorious days in Italy… jet lagged like nobody’s business, but replete…
Thinking about all the forms of travel required to get from here to Florence, around Tuscany, to Venice, back to Florence, and back to San Francisco. Looks a bit like this (not including copious amounts of time spent on foot):
taxi, plane, bus, plane, taxi, taxi, car (rental), car (friend), car (rental), taxi, train, boat(s), train, taxi, plane, taxi
All that’s missing is the rickshaw!