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Darkness Imprisoning Me

Sunday, November 22nd, 2009

Hey, I’ve seen this movie.

A man thought by doctors to be in a vegetative state for 23 years was actually conscious the whole time, it was revealed last night.

Im Hurt

Saturday, November 21st, 2009

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It’s funny because it’s true.

Be Mad

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009

It’s healthy!

An Australian psychology expert who has been studying emotions has found being grumpy makes us think more clearly.

In contrast to those annoying happy types, miserable people are better at decision-making and less gullible, his experiments showed.

While cheerfulness fosters creativity, gloominess breeds attentiveness and careful thinking, Professor Joe Forgas told Australian Science Magazine.

(For all wondering, the comments on this piece are related to this post.)

BPA: We’re All Screwed

Friday, October 9th, 2009

Society laughs at your fears about the BPA-laden plastic water bottle.

“When people talk about polycarbonate bottles, they talk about nanogram quantities of BPA [leaching out],” Warner observes. “The average cash register receipt that’s out there and uses the BPA technology will have 60 to 100 milligrams of free BPA.” By free, he explains, it’s not bound into a polymer, like the BPA in polycarbonates. It’s just the individual molecules loose and ready for uptake.

As such, he argues, when it comes to BPA in the urban environment, “the biggest exposures, in my opinion, will be these cash register receipts.” Once on the fingers, BPA can be transferred to foods. And keep in mind, he adds, some hormones — like estrogen in certain birth-control formulations — are delivered through the skin by controlled-release patches. So, he argues, estrogen mimics like BPA might similarly enter the skin.

In Other News, Ukranian Cash is Known as the Hryvnia

Wednesday, October 7th, 2009

Note to self/world: If you drop money into a toilet, let it go.

The emergency workers removed tiles, drilled the toilet out of concrete floor and cut the outlet pipe, but the man’s arm remained trapped in the chute. Hydraulic shears and a plumber’s torch were finally used to cut the man free.

Get Ready to Suck, San Francisco!

Sunday, September 20th, 2009

Oh boy

ohshit

Elegy for the Tone Deaf

Wednesday, August 19th, 2009

Can’t sing? Here’s why. (Hint: Blame your brain architecture.)

The Kool-Aid Is Served

Friday, July 17th, 2009

Final recording from Jonestown, November 18, 1978. 44 minutes of preaching and death. Yeesh.

Seriously, Safeway?

Sunday, July 12th, 2009

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no toilet paper

On Fava Beans, Chianti

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009

I’m getting so tired of this ridiculous Steve Jobs liver transplant story. The increasingly tiresome Jim Goldman “confirms” what was widely suspected: Jobs went to Tennessee so he could get a liver transplant. Yeah, we got it.

But now comes the backlash: Did Jobs jump the transplant line so he could get a liver before a more worthy candidate? Says Goldman:

However, two sources at Apple told me tonight that both Jobs and the hospital were facing increased criticism that Jobs used his wealth and status to secure the donated liver. The Wall Street Journal, which broke this story, raised the issue in its Friday evening coverage that there might be a perception that Jobs state-shopped, looking for the shortest wait-list for a liver transplant.

Now I have no special love for Apple or Jobs, but — Jesus! — the man was clearly dying, and you’re going to try and fault him for using every ounce of his influence to try to get a liver as soon as possible, even if that means begging for an organ in every state? Hell, I’m surprised he didn’t go out of the country for the procedure, though perhaps that would have drawn too much attention to the matter — or perhaps Tennessee just turned out to have a short enough wait.

Seriously, Jim. Maybe he pulled some strings and even greased some palms so he wouldn’t croak. If you had all the money in the world, wouldn’t you?

Don’t Trust Nobody

Monday, June 8th, 2009

The Rosenhan experiment:

For the purposes of the study, eight “pseudopatients” (associates of Rosenhan selected to be a group of varied and healthy individuals) attempted to gain admission to psychiatric hospitals. During psychiatric assessment they claimed to be hearing voices that were often unclear, but which seemed to pronounce the words “hollow”, “empty”, and “thud.” No other psychiatric symptoms were claimed, and apart from giving false names and employment details, further biographical details were truthfully reported. If admitted, the pseudopatients were asked to “act normally,” report that they felt fine and no longer heard voices.

All were admitted, staying for up to 52 days.

Shudder.

Hell of a Way to Go

Saturday, May 30th, 2009

I thought they were supposed to be buried in a VW Beetle

When Cameron Was in Egypt’s Land…

Tuesday, May 26th, 2009

Let my Cameron goooooooooooooooooooooo.

FOR SALE: 370 Beech Street Highland Park, IL 60035

$2.3 million and worth every penny. Is that really a Ferrari in the garage? Hard to tell from the pic…

I Guess There Is P in Our OOL

Friday, May 22nd, 2009

Part of me just died inside.

1 in 6 admit to peeing in the pool

A Fry Cook on Venus, Indeed!

Thursday, May 7th, 2009

Just watched Ferris Bueller’s Day Off on Blu-ray… with this theory (via MetaTalk) in mind. Doesn’t totally work, but it was a fun way to experience the movie nonetheless:

My favorite thought-piece about Ferris Bueller is the “Fight Club” theory, in which Ferris Bueller, the person, is just a figment of Cameron’s imagination, like Tyler Durden, and Sloane is the girl Cameron secretly loves.
One day while he’s lying sick in bed, Cameron lets “Ferris” steal his father’s car and take the day off, and as Cameron wanders around the city, all of his interactions with Ferris and Sloane, and all the impossible hijinks, are all just played out in his head. This is part of the reason why the “three” characters can see so much of Chicago in less than one day — Cameron is alone, just imagining it all.
It isn’t until he destroys the front of the car in a fugue state does he finally get a grip and decide to confront his father, after which he imagines a final, impossible escape for Ferris and a storybook happy ending for Sloane (“He’s gonna marry me!”), the girl that Cameron knows he can never have.

These Kids Today

Saturday, May 2nd, 2009

Let’s say you’re eating a quesadilla in the kitchen. Why then would you decide to get up and run through the house — mouth full of food — only to trip and fall in the hallway, split your head open on the corner of a baseboard, and have to be taken to the ER for 9 stitches, screaming all the way? I guess if you’re 6 years old, that’s a normal Saturday.

Are You At Risk?

Tuesday, April 28th, 2009

Danger lurks around every corner!

Yeah, We’re Totally Gonna Die

Saturday, April 25th, 2009

The death toll is already scary, but this could also impact my burrito consumption in coming months.