and yet there I was, I regret I have not had the opportunity to write anything of particular substance today. Or rather, anything with as much substance as I am ever capable of producing. Thus, all I have is one… Continue Reading
[First of all (though one would think this could go without saying), if you haven’t seen the finale of this season of Project Runway and wish to do so without knowing who won, come back and read this post later.]… Continue Reading
During one of my sporadic comment rescues, I came across the following query from North (sorry it took so long to find it, amigo): Russell on the subject of possibly krank products, though possibly this is only loosely related, could… Continue Reading
Oh, Huffington Post. HuffPo, HuffPo, HuffPo. I don’t mean to pick on you, even though it may seem like it lately. But what am I supposed to do when you give me such great material? The other day, out of… Continue Reading
Not so long ago, I wrote a piece about the push to require a doctorate for nurse practitioners entering the field in the coming years. I remain skeptical that a doctorate will add much to NPs clinical expertise, with which… Continue Reading
Over at Flower & Thistle, brother-blogger Elias has an occasional “What ____ Said” feature wherein he passes on wisdom from others with little further embellishment. I’m stealing his bit. Emily at The Biology Files has written a wonderful, detailed take-down… Continue Reading
I think Slate‘s Dahlia Lithwick is a terrific writer. Along with NaPP’s own Burt Likko, she’s the writer whose legal analysis I find most reliably informative and enjoyable to read. Which is why a glaring instance of sloppiness is so… Continue Reading
A little while ago, Jaybird expressed an interest in the stuff I find boring and commonplace. As we are on the cusp of my busy season, wherein I see patient after patient after patient with the same litany of cold… Continue Reading
I am prone to muscle spasms in my chest and shoulders. Every so often I’ll wake up with a twinge somewhere, and it always evolves into one side of my upper body going out of whack for a day. This… Continue Reading
Once, long ago, I decided that I would one day read Proust. I had some vague notion that doing so would mean one was truly “well-read,” and being considered well-read was one of those things that seemed important. (“Not being… Continue Reading