It’s 2016, a new year, all the platitudes have been thrown in the air and trampled into the concrete and brushed away by janitors and street sweepers, and I’m sitting in my truck listening to the rain hit the roof at 2 a.m. It’s cold and late. Too cold and late to be sitting in…
Sexytime “Nostalgia” In Mice Short-Circuits Depression
Let’s have some real talk about mouse nostalgia. Wait what on earth do mice have to be nostalgic about, you may ask? Like, do mice have glory days – maybe harkening back to days of being some big baseball player, back in high school, who could throw a speed ball by you, make you look like…
The True Realist
As a self-proclaimed realist, few things are more irritating to me than when people tell me to “just be positive.” It’s not that I don’t want to be happy, but “just being positive,” to me looks like ignoring the pain and unpredictability of life. Since I consider myself to be a rigidly scientific and realistic…
Associate, Interrupted
There are two things I’m certain of: (i) I am a fantastic associate; (ii) I am profoundly miserable. And I’m afraid there’s a direct link.