I know I said I was going into hibernation. Even though it’s summer, and the root of that word is “hiver” or winter. Well, it’s winter in Australia, isn’t it? But this is just too good to pass up. There’s an article in the NYT today about internet addiction, and how Silicon Valley firms are debating whether they have any responsibility for what increasingly appears to be a true physical addiction to the stimulation of going online.
All kinds of exciting things have been happening, and I haven’t written about any of them. Some of them involve running, and they will appear in the next post. This one is about my other current favorite topic, the human microbiome. Last week The New York Times had two very interesting articles, one about eating the weeds in your backyard, and another about the human microbiome. The first one speaks for itself. Apparently eradication can be dropped in favor of ingestion. Maybe I’ll give it a try. In any case it eases my weed aversion just that much more. The second article covers research being done in association with the Human Microbiome Project. Here’s my favorite quote: Dr. Barnett Kramer, director of the division of cancer prevention at the National Cancer Institute, who was not involved with the research project, had another image. Humans, he said, in some sense are click here to read the whole dang post [...]
New Mexico is in the midst of a major winter storm, with snowpacked, icy roads all over the place, gusty winds, the whole shebang. And my family is up in it in a flimsy tube of steel. So this is what anxiety feels like, I think to myself as I feel my innards compress. Thank god for the internet. I track the plane’s progress in real time and peruse its position log (in three different time zones) on FlightStats. It has passed over Wichita, and is heading for the Texas-New Mexico border. Every minute or two I refresh the screen and watch the plane draw ever closer to the menacing green-blue radar map poised over Albuquerque. At least it’s not purple, I think, grateful that the storm intensity hasn’t passed into the red-toned bruise zone. I am quite relieved when, at 10:31 pm, the status report reads “landed” and not click here to read the whole dang post [...]