
I think I love shoes even more now. Thanks, photo gallery. . . and, of course, Muntadar al-Zaidi.
T1 diabetes, my family, books & publishing, design lust, Brooklyn, food, nesting, and a million other things
Their idea is, in broad outline, straightforward. Dr. Crespi and Dr. Badcock propose that an evolutionary tug of war between genes from the father’s sperm and the mother’s egg can, in effect, tip brain development in one of two ways. A strong bias toward the father pushes a developing brain along the autistic spectrum, toward a fascination with objects, patterns, mechanical systems, at the expense of social development. A bias toward the mother moves the growing brain along what the researchers call the psychotic spectrum, toward hypersensitivity to mood, their own and others’. This, according to the theory, increases a child’s risk of developing schizophrenia later on, as well as mood problems like bipolar disorder and depression.
Having at one time sold insurance, I knew McCain's plan was junk. You can hand out all the incentives you like, but as you get older, the price goes up automatically, and faster for women than men. Heaven forbid you have a preexisting condition -- if you can get insurance at all, your premiums will eat up McCain's $5000 as an appetizer.
Insurance is not democratic.
McCain supporters should all be smited with chronic conditions or cancer until they understand the problem with his stupid insurance plan. (Um. And not be allowed to marry beer heiresses who can afford treatment for said smiting.)
But now he had another problem to deal with--the man swung his right arm around behind him, jabbing the injector pen at Carver like a deadly snake, with insulin as its venom.Don't they know that a lethal dose of insulin would take a number of seconds to inject into the skin, that those pens are slow as hell? Or that it would take something like twenty minutes for the insulin to have any real effect?? The dude could just pop an IV of glucose solution after he offed the baddy - it's not virulent, James Bondian-poison for chrissakes!!
Krip: I clicked it without knowing it was your blogPart of me is delighted by the hilarity, and the other part says "How do I exude 'dude'???"
I honestly just said to george "dude, this guy writes just like karen"
First of all, it's a little unclear exactly what a Hipster IS these days. The various elements involved might include being involved in art or music or literature, wearing thrift store clothes, riding a certain type of bike, and generally adopting an attitude of being counter-cultural, or anti-Yuppie. The Hipster embraces a kind of anti-cool cool, and celebrates a certain degree of nerdiness.While no one in their right mind would want to be associated with a Style Hipster (above) - the morons who are in it for the look or some sort of social cred - I honestly don't think the above description is insulting. I'd be jazzed if someone lumped me into that group. But people don't want to be called a hipster because everyone associates the word with wannabe freaks in Williamsburg. Same goes for "yuppie" and, to a degree, "punk." (I've yet to hear someone who could be called a punk being pissed about it, but still.) Yuppies are dipshits in popped-collar outfits from j.crew; punks are loser kids striking poses on St. Marks in gear from Hot Topic. But check out the definitions:
yup·pie: a young college-educated adult who is employed in a well-paying profession and who lives and works in or near a large city
punk (as in rock; basis of punk style): music marked by extreme and often deliberately offensive expressions of alienation and social discontentUh. I AM a yuppie. (Well, I would be 'cept for the whole "well-paid" job thing.) And punk has nothing to do with kids who wear eyeliner and love the mall. And Chuck Taylors is a former punk and a current yupster, and I think he's pretty fabulous.