I’ve got a few more postcards that I’d love to send out (and a few from the last batch that still need to be posted). If you want one, please askbox or email me your address (steve dot whitaker at mac dot com). You can request a doodle or a poem or something, if you want.
“Because the Cold-Fusioners see themselves as a community under siege, there is little internal criticism. Experiments and theories tend to be accepted at face value, for fear of providing even more fuel for external critics… In these circumstances, crackpots flourish, making matters worse for those who believe that there is serious science going on here.”—
Sam Kean, The Disappearing Spoon.
What struck me as I read this description of “pathological science” is how aptly it describes groups like The Tea Party as well.
(By the way, this is an excellent book, and it’s only $4.99 for Kindle at the moment.)
“…as a combination of senses, touch and smell, taste digs deeper into our emotional reservoirs than our other senses do alone. We kiss with our tongues for a reason.”—Sam Kean, in The Disappearing Spoon
I just found out that in a couple of months at most, I’m probably looking at another cervical spine surgery. This time, an anterior three-level fusion, meaning they’ll go in through the front of my neck and use bone from my thigh to fuse three vertabrae together.