Showing posts with label medicine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label medicine. Show all posts

Thursday, July 27, 2017

NFL player earning his Ph.D. at M.I.T. is NFL player no longer.



John Urschel is a math genius. He is also a very large man who can play football quite well. These are two things few people can be at the same time in life.

Urschel has already earned his master's degree in mathematics and is now pursuing his Ph.D. in the same field while attending M.I.T. while writing papers like he posted in this tweet:



That good ol' centroidal Voronoi tessellations! How many nights have I lost to the whimsical joys of deciphering that myself!

While Urschel is only 26-years old, in the prime of his football career, today he decided to retire from the sport and devote his life to math.

Urschel, like some other younger players, is concerned about CTE (the trauma the brain undertakes from concussions) and how a recent study by Boston University showed that 110 out of 111 brains from former players showed signs of CTE. It's an issue that's bothered Urschel since he had a concussion in 2015. As Bleacher Report quotes him as saying:

"I think it hurt my ability to think well mathematically. It took me about three weeks before I was football-ready. It took me a little bit longer before my high-level visualizations ability came back."

With his brain still intact, Urschel can get back to tweeting cryptic mathematics like this:




Tree packing something something something. All I'm envisioning right now is someone shipping a bonsai in a UPS box.


Friday, July 14, 2017

Did you know when nurses strike that patient care might suffer?




Consider me shocked and alarmed as well.*

Nurses at Boston's Tufts Medical Center (which is affiliated as a teaching hospital with Tufts University) went on a one day strike earlier this week. Miffed, executives at Tufts Medical Center decided to lock the nurses out for four extra days as punishment. In the meantime, nurses from temp agencies have been filling in.

As a surprise to apparently some, studies show not having experienced nurses on hand leads to worse patient care. According to the Boston Globe:

"MIT economist Jonathan Gruber and Samuel Kleiner of Cornell University analyzed 50 strikes in New York between 1983 and 2004. They calculated that mortality rose to 2.22 percent on average during strikes, compared to 1.86 percent in the periods before and after the job actions — a 19.4 percent jump. Readmissions increased by an average of 6.5 percent, according to their 2010 paper.


'We found consistent evidence that patient outcomes worsened,' Gruber said in an interview."


Even the world's cheapest amusement park tarot card reader saw that one coming, but I'm glad folks at MIT and Cornell confirm what we all knew.

For now, the lockout continues.


*Not shocked


Sunday, April 16, 2017

Humans have decorated eggs for thousands of years. Just...because.





It's not just your average patron at Denny's or chicken farmers who love a good egg, as humanity has always been fascinated with them. Therefore, since it's Easter, we might as well dive into why Easter eggs exist, and why there's a bunny going around with them in a basket.


Easter Eggs:

For some unfathomable reason, humans have always taken to decorating eggs. Long before Christianity, Islam, or Judaism existed, evidence shows humans decorated ostrich eggs 60,000 years ago in parts of Africa. The Sumerians and Egyptians maintained the tradition thousands of years before Moses or Jesus arrived on the scene, and those civilizations often placed decorated eggs in graves, too.

(((shrugs))) People have been buried with weirder things.


Let's assume the Sumerians' eggs looked slightly different.


It's largely a portrayal and symbolism of vitality and birth that captivated people. This fascination with eggs continued with Christianity after the death of Jesus, as followers began dyeing eggs red as a representation of Christ's blood at his crucifixion and sacrifice for all to have eternal life.

Bloody eggs commemorating murder? Gather 'round the kids! I know I'll never look at one of those PAAS Easter egg kits the same way again.


All the allure of a crucifixion!


Likewise, for centuries eggs were banned to be eaten during the forty days of Lent leading up Easter, part of a slew of foods and drink to instill a fast. Since chickens are uncooperative rebels and still have eggs nonstop, there was always a surplus of eggs to consume by the time Easter arrived, where feasts on hoarded eggs occurred so food didn't spoil.

The Western Christian denominations rescinded the ban long ago, so your Sunday morning omelette is still safe. Eastern Orthodox churches still maintain the ban, though. This might explain why you can find a Denny's in Japan, Qatar, and the United Arab Emirates, but nowhere Eastern Orthodox churches are popular.


Not popular around the Eastern Orthodox folks.


Many have tried to symbolize the egg in a Christian vein (despite egg popularity pre-dating Christianity by 58,000 years), suggesting the egg represents the tomb Christ's body was placed in, or, again, the potential for rebirth and eternal life. Alas, Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John in the Bible never jotted that egg nugget down, so take it with a grain of salt.


Easter Bunny:

Short and simple, it was the Germans who popularized the Easter Bunny myth. Since none of this egg history really makes sense, let's invite the Germans to this international party to confuse it more.

Germany has always had a distinguished history with folktales, and the appearance of rabbits or hares in those tales frequently occurred. Stories about the animals were passed down through generations, often with allusions to their--(((ahem)))--procreation abilities.

As with all things related to spring, rabbits' sexual proclivities symbolized rebirth in Northern Christian churches, so much so that the "three hares" symbol became popular as a design accent on medieval churches. With Easter occurring only in the springtime, the combination of rabbits to the holiday was a simple addition for German folklorists.


None of this creepy old greeting card should make a lick of sense to you.


Tales of the Easter Bunny were passed down through the oral tradition before German physician and botanist Georg Franck von Franckenau wrote about the tale of a hare in his 1682 work De ovis paschalibus, which was the first written mention of the Easter Bunny.

German Lutherans popularized the Easter Bunny myth as a teaching tool to children, suggesting the rabbit would come on Easter to judge children on whether they deserved to be given the ever-coveted eggs. Yes, it's just like you always thought. The Easter Bunny really is just a springtime version of Santa Claus.


It's good to be number one.


The Pennsylvania Dutch Protestants and emigrating Germans to America brought this fable of the Easter Bunny with them, calling it "Osterhase" or "Easter Hare," and American commercialization and affinity for soft, fluffy looking animals took right on over from there.


Conclusion:

None of this explains or defends the cheap plastic grass in those Easter baskets or these guys:





Saturday, January 21, 2017

Saturday Morning PSA of The Week: Apparently thirty seconds of dialogue is too much to memorize for an actor.



Today's public service announcements are all information and no imagination--but yesteryear's? Those were full of drama, plot lines, and cameos from B-grade celebrities, all wedged into one minute of absolute fantasticness.

Consider this a trip back in time to when PSAs were sometimes worth watching more than the Saturday morning cartoons.


Today:  I'm not even showing off my cleavage today.





Random Thoughts and Questions:
1.)  Jed Clampett cleans up pretty well.
2.)  Stop looking at my chest, Buddy! My eyes are up here!!
3.)  Were the cue cards written as beautifully as the address signage?
4.)  Office Max must've had a sale on poster board.
5.)  This PSA confirms everything in the 1970s was just one giant shade of beige.



Saturday, October 1, 2016

Saturday Morning PSA of The Week: Background music is overrated anyway.



Today's public service announcements are all information and no imagination--but yesteryear's? Those were full of drama, plot lines, and cameos from B-grade celebrities, all wedged into one minute of absolute fantasticness.

Consider this a trip back in time to when PSAs were sometimes worth watching more than the Saturday morning cartoons.

Today:  No, seriously, what's up with those shutters?





Random Thoughts and Questions:
1.)  If you were ever wondering what a Stepford Wife looked like, here's your chance.
2.)  How many cans of Aqua Net went into that hairstyle? I'm putting the over/under at four.
3.)  What's up with the 475 closed shutters behind her? Did they film this in a Bora Bora bungalow or is Dina Merrill about to run a drug deal?
4.)  Apparently they didn't have any money in the budget for some casual background music.
5.)  It's adorable how back in the day they just threw up a simple address and told you to send money. No parameters. Just, "Here's an address. Send something." Could you send traveler's checks? Gift certificates? Rolled coin? I'll assume yes.



Monday, May 30, 2016

'In Flanders Fields'



Memorial Day will be lost to grilling and swimming and picnics in abundance. But at one point it memorialized something more than the end of spring.

'In Flanders Fields' was, at one point, the most notable of war poems ever written. Now, a century after it was penned by Canadian physician Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae during the throes of World War One, the poem is less fashionable, less taught, less remembered than during its release, but never less important.


In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.



Monday, March 28, 2016

This Week in Science!!!



A career in writing will lead to premature aging and a healthy dose of personal humiliation. But science and medicine is where you'll make money, fame, and the respect of your parents. As a result, we might as well pay attention to what they're doing in those fields.

So it's time to take another peak at anything going on in the world of science and medicine this week.


Starting off with:  Murder on the prairies.

story one:
Prairie dogs are adorable serial killers.


Alleged serial killer.
The prairie dog might look cute and pose for casual photography, but that's just so you'll let your guard down—which is what ground squirrels are apparently doing in their midst.

John Hoogland of the University of Maryland Center for Environmental Science tells the website Gizmodo that after studying wild prairie dogs in Colorado he can faithfully report the first documented case of a mammalian herbivore killing another mammalian herbivore on a routine basis, purely to wipe them out. In essence, prairie dogs are blood-lusting murderers the likes prime time crime dramas have never seen. We potentially have the next NCIS franchise created right before us.

In Hoogland's study, 163 ground squirrels were killed by 47 different prairie dogs for no other reason than the squirrel existed as competition for food. Being an herbivore, the prairie dog held no desire to eat the squirrel—it just wanted the squirrel dead, preferably in a fairly macabre manner.

But how messy a murder are we really talking here? As Hoogland tells Gizmodo, "Prairie dogs will chase ground squirrels—usually babies—and if they catch them, they shake them violently. While they’re shaking, they’re biting the back of the neck to sever the vertebral column. Sometimes they grab by the head and literally debrain the baby. It’s violent, savage, and awful." Or, as Hoogland also tells NewScientist, the murders are "quick, subtle and unanticipated."

As opposed to all of those anticipated baby animal murders I've been hanging my hat onto. Thankfully they're subtle about it though. We want to keep it classy after all.



story two:
Your cat is slowly trying to drive you insane.


Plotting world domination one step at a time.
Mr. Whiskers has long had it out for you. Eating your plants, coughing up hairballs onto the carpet, or bringing a dead bird home, you've suspected he's up to something. And it turns out he might be doing more to mess with you than you imagined.

Toxoplasma gondii, a parasite found in cat feces, among other places, has been linked to a variety of potential mental health disorders, from schizophrenia to higher rates of suicide. Now, a report published in the Journal of Clinical Psychiatry says there's a correlation to people with toxoplasmosis having inexplicable rage—and not just because Mr. Whiskers has decided to use your living room chair as a scratching post.

Called "intermittent explosive disorder," it's defined as having moments of unexplained, violent, angry eruptions out of proportion to the situation. Individuals with toxoplasmosis (most likely from Mr. Whiskers) show signs of having the disorder with higher frequency than those who do not.

The parasite doesn't affect cats, in fact it's beneficial. As IFL Science notes, "From a cat’s perspective T. gondii is more symbiont than parasite. Cats spread it to rodents, whose behaviour changes to make them easier to catch."

That's right. Like any criminal mastermind, Mr. Whiskers dopes up his prey before going for the kill. That means he's just playing the long game with you until he gets his chance.



story three:
City birds are buff and smart. Country birds are jealous, potentially.


Soon to be mayor over all of this.
Forget felines overthrowing humanity. Birds are one up on them.

First, pigeons were found out to be expert radiologists in the making, now researchers say city birds exploit their environments better for survival compared to country birds. As a result, they're stronger and smarter, too. This is the sort of personality profile usually only seen in fraudulent eHarmony ads.

Scientists at McGill University performed a small study and say urban birds are more resistant to infection, perform better on cognitive tests, are better problem solvers, and probably know where ALL the best restaurants are downtown.

Fifty-three bullfinches from different parts of Barbados were studied, and researchers found city birds had a bolder temperament and could open drawers faster when looking for food than country birds, who are apparently demure and less likely to lead a life of petty theft when jonesing for a bite to eat.

One look at the size and intelligence of Big Bird from Sesame Street proves all of this about city birds anyway.



story four:
Now rats are diagnosing disease.


Would appreciate a cantaloupe once in awhile.
World domination at the hands of long derided city "pests" is slowly building, as rats are now being trained to detect tuberculosis.

The Hero Rats program, run by an NGO called APOPO in Tanzania, has taught 29 African giant-pouched rats to detect the deadly—but curable—disease which afflicts 10 million people a year, and kills over 1.5 million. Typical lab testing with technicians is slow and laborious, but the rats can detect roughly 100 samples in 20 minutes. Lab technicians would take nearly four days analyzing such a volume.

As part of the program, the rats learn to stop and alert someone if they smell TB on a sample from a patient. As a reward, they receive a small piece of banana. Robin Toal, community manager at APOPO, says the rats are free to retire whenever they want from the program.

Huh?

"As soon as we think they don't want to do it, then we'll happily let them retire," Toal tells NPR. "And they can live out their days lounging with their friends, snacking on watermelon, running on wheels, chasing their tails, whatever they want to do."

Clearly rats can't be that intelligent after all or they'd have learned to negotiate for better benefits. A bite of banana or watermelon? It has to be a complete Edible Arrangement or they go on strike.







Thursday, March 17, 2016

Walt Whitman wrote a letter for a dying soldier to his wife.



Walt Whitman has been labeled many things, but humble is not one of them.

The same Walt Whitman that gets guff for being cocky about his writing ability is also the same Walt Whitman modest enough to spend many days during the Civil War visiting hospitals filled with wounded and dying soldiers, writing letters for them or simply sitting down to have a chat.

Jackie Budell, a specialist with the National Archives, tells NPR that a letter discovered by researchers in February is only the third known document written by a solider to his family, but done in Whitman's hand.

"He just literally visited people. And he bought stationery and he would bring it with him and he would offer to write letters home for them," she tells NPR's Michel Martin. "Many [soldiers] were illiterate but also many were just too sickly to write so he would offer to do that."

One such sickly soldier was Robert Nelson Jabo, a French Canadian living in New York state who was a Union soldier dying in a hospital too far away to reach family. Whitman sat down with Jabo to write the following:


Washington, Jan. 21, 1865(6)

My Dear Wife,

You must excuse me for not having written to you before. I have not been very well + did not feel much like writing – but I feel considerably better now – my complaint is an affection of the lungs. I am mustered out of service, but am not at present well enough to come home. I hope you will try to write back as soon as you receive this + let me know how you all are, how things are going on – let me know how it is with mother. I write this by means of a friend who is now sitting by my side + I hope it will be God's will that we shall yet meet again. Well I send you all my love + must now close.

Your affectionate husband,

Nelson Jabo

Written by Walt Whitman

a friend.


"I think Walt's time was the most important gift that he was giving these men," Budell tells NPR. "Really they just needed someone to sit by their side."

As did Jabo. He died from tuberculosis shortly after this letter was written.

He never made it home, he never saw his wife.



Sunday, March 6, 2016

This Week in Science!!!



A career in writing will lead to premature aging and a healthy dose of personal humiliation. But science and medicine is where you'll make money, fame, and the respect of your parents. As a result, we might as well pay attention to what they're doing in those fields.

So it's time to take another peak at anything going on in the world of science and medicine this week.


Starting off with:  Club beats at the deepest spot on Earth.

story one:
The Mariana Trench needs to tone it down.





Researchers at the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration and Oregon State University dropped a titanium encased hydrophone that could withstand the crushing pressure of 16,000lbs per square inch at the bottom of the deepest spot on Earth--Challenger Deep within the Mariana Trench. Then they listened for twenty-three consecutive days and recorded the first sounds humanity has ever heard so far into the planet.

Nearly seven miles (36,000ft) below the surface, a category-4 typhoon can be heard echoing high above. A passing ship's propellers pulse by. A magnitude-5 earthquake vibrates the ocean's waters, surrounded by a rhythmic whale hum. And, if you listen closely, Nemo and Dory are wondering what all the fuss is about.

Listening to the sound clips can feel mildly haunting, like the one above of the whale hum before and after an earthquake. Then you realize the whale was just moseying by and singing a tune right after the earthquake rolls through, and you understand whales have different priorities in life. Like enjoying good dubstep.



story two:
Polish chemists are trying to kill Superman!!!


Poland's next great superpower.
A group of Polish chemists tried to create kryptonite, the one thing that can incapacitate Superman--as we all know Eastern Europeans are in the pocket of Lex Luthor. Because this is Poland though, the chemists ultimately failed, continuing a centuries-long tradition of Polish jokes.

The attempt at dabbling in comic book chemistry actually resulted in a discovery of sorts. The chemists initially took the known element of krypton, one of the inert elements, and successfully bonded it to oxygen, creating krypton monoxide. Considering that krypton was thought to be unreactive to everything, the fact it can be bonded to anything is a huge step. Toward what, I don't know. Let's assume toward siding with Batman.

As a result, now in a comparison between you and a collection of krypton, you'll be the more inert element.



story three:
Scientists have discovered the gene linked to grey hair!!!


Heavy hair mojo.
In news that shook Clairol and Just for Men to their very core, scientists have discovered the gene that is linked to grey hair. Called IRF4, and sitting on chromosome six, the gene regulates natural pigments in the skin, hair, and eye, and is one gateway to knowing why your hair changes to grey. Surprisingly, it's not because of your annoying in-laws. Not solely, at least.

Not that they can manipulate the gene to reverse your grey just yet. Scientists know the gene linked to balding after all, and Rogaine isn't batting an eye. But the news is the first time a gene has been linked to George Clooney's hair mojo, so it's a start.

During this research into the greying gene, scientists also discovered the gene for beard thickness and unibrows.

That's right. Unibrows no longer need to fear tweezers, a waxer, threader, or public scorn. Unibrows need to fear lab coats.




story four:
Male rats in a bromance tend to have lower stress levels!!!



You got the queso, bro?
You know how it starts. You're a male rat. If you're not working gutters and dumpsters for a meal out on the streets, you're in a laboratory waiting to be injected with some horrible disease.

But maybe you meet a fellow male rat. Dave. He understands the struggle, too. You both talk. You have a beer. You share your worries over mildly stressful events. A bromance blossoms. And the next thing you know, you're in a rat fantasy football league or trading seven-layer dip recipes before major sporting events. You suddenly feel slightly better about your rat life!

In essence, researchers have discovered that male rats, when studied under mild to moderate stress, became more social, huddled and touched more in their cages, and saw an increase in their oxytocin levels, which led to healthier lives overall. The study at the University of California-Berkeley also found that extreme levels of stress had the opposite reaction on the rats, causing them to withdraw and stop answering texts or phone calls from Dave, because Dave just doesn't get you anymore.

Dave was more an acquaintance anyway.




Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Teen boys wear women's clothes to protest school ban.



Teen boys donned dresses and teen girls wore men's clothes in Clovis, CA, in protest of rules upheld by the local school board dictating a dress code.

The Clovis Unified school board voted to maintain a decade-long outline that specifically states dresses are solely worn by women and girls, and forbids boys from having long hair and earrings. The students argue this stance is discriminatory against many, including those who are transgender, and intend to fight the decision by dressing however they please, as this photo shows:


The cast of 'Reality Bites' reunites!

Clovis Unified Trustee Richard Lake is quoted as saying, "a woman's a woman and a man's a man, and there's a difference."

He's right! Men have testes and women have ovaries! I just looked it up! Some people even have both sex organs! Look up endocrinology if you're bored sometime. It's an extensive world regarding the vast complexities of hormones.

But that doesn't explain why clothes--which are simply just sewn pieces of fabric assigned social codes--somehow dictate who's a man and who's a woman. Clothes are only defined by the standards and mores individuals and society levy upon the inanimate objects that woven fabric actually is. It's not a difficult concept.

The silliest thing about all of this?

In order to "swap" genders, all the Clovis students somehow dressed like the cast of an early 1990's romantic comedy. If you squint closely, I swear Ethan Hawke and Janeane Garfalo are in the photo above.






Sunday, January 24, 2016

This Week in Science!!!



A career in writing will lead to premature aging and a healthy dose of personal humiliation. But science and medicine is where you'll make money, fame, and the respect of your parents. As a result, we might as well pay attention to what they're doing in those fields.

So if you've put down your Jane Austen and William Faulkner for a moment, it's time to take another peak at anything going on in the world of science and medicine this week.

Starting off with: Lassie and Rin Tin Tin were onto something.


story one:
Fido can detect your emotions just like your significant other!!!


He's looking into your soul.
And both Fido and your significant other are, to be honest, a little tired of you.

A study from the University of Helsinki (the Harvard of Helsinki) finds that dogs' social gazing behavior is similar to humans, preferring to look at a person's eyes to figure out their mood. Moreover, dogs are most responsive to tense, threatening faces than they are to any other emotion.

You know when you mistakenly walk into a biker bar with a ton of guys with prison tats who just got out of the slammer for involuntary manslaughter, and they give you "that look"? Happens to the best of us. But, yeah, it's kind of like that for Fido. It's believed to be an evolutionary response, as being able to detect a threat, real or imagined, allowed for survival.

What does this all mean then? Take your dog if you want to avoid a biker bar, I think.



story two:
Cocaine can make your brain eat itself!!!


He took three bumps of coke before this photo.
Sure, the pick-me-up favored by investment bankers and second-rate Miami speedboat enthusiasts has been around for ages--but research now says the drug can cause your brain cells to eat themselves. I believe you see that happen to Tony Montana in a deleted scene from the director's cut of Scarface.

In essence, researchers knew cocaine wasn't good for the brain (gasp!), but wanted to know specifically why. A team at Johns Hopkins University performed a study which resulted in learning that the activation of a pathway involving nitric oxide (a gas that cells use to communicate) and an enzyme called GAPDH, which nitric oxide can modify the activity of, resulted in cell destruction.

Cue the coked-out mice!

As if mice didn't look hyped-up on a good day, a range of cocaine doses was administered to the mice. Researchers then dissected the mouse brains and found a series of markers to cell-death pathways revealed. Called autophagy--literally "eating oneself"--it entails, as IFLScience explains, "packaging bits of the cell, such as debris, into membrane-bound sacs and then fusing these with acid-filled compartments that degrade the contents." Or, you know, eating itself.

Being addicted to heroin never looked so appealing!



story three:
Now we have problem gambler rats!!!


I suddenly feel the need to bet on black, baby!
First a little nose candy, now we have rodents addicted to the sexy, sexy thrill of casino gambling.

Scientists at the University of British Columbia have published an article in the Journal of Neuroscience stating that when they administered flashing lights and music mimicking a casino to rats, the rats became "problem gamblers."

Trained with sweet treats and given an option to "gamble" on receiving that treat, the rats typically avoided risk. But once researchers flipped the lights on and pumped up the club beats, the rats were down for some hot gambling action apparently. I assume it wasn't long until an ecstasy-fueled quickie wedding to a showgirl named Honey occurred for the rats.

The researchers point out that when they gave the rats a drug to block a certain dopamine receptor, the gambling jones wore off, and the rats went back to a boring, meaningless life in the suburbs driving a station wagon.



story four:
North Korean scientists claim to have made a hangover-free alcohol!!!


Everyone in North Korea lines up for some booze.
Always at the forefront of revolutionary scientific and superhuman advancements, one of North Korea's leading media outlets, The Pyongyang Times, is reporting scientists from the country have created a hangover-free alcohol. Party at Kim Jong-un's house, amiright??

Distilled to a range of 30-40% alcohol (because you always want a wide range on your finer spirits), the Times reports, "Koryo Liquor, which is made of six-year-old Kaesong Koryo insam [ed: a type of ginseng], known as being highest in medicinal effect, and the scorched rice, is highly appreciated by experts and lovers as it is suave and causes no hangover.”

If there's anything I know, it's about being suave--and nothing channels my inner globe trotting gentleman of leisure quite like thoughts of those sun-kissed beaches ski chalets penthouse suites prison camps of North Korea. The Times article also reports that the alcohol "exudes national flavour," which I assume is a delicious blending of despair and the tears of weeping mothers.

Weeping in happiness over hangover-free alcohol!






Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Dallas doctor shows others how literature can make for better physicians.




Cardiologist Dr. John Harper of Texas Health Presbyterian Dallas hospital loves literature, so much so that he now holds an annual "Literature + Medicine" conference, which will be held again this month.

"Reading makes us better people," Harper tells the Dallas Morning News. "[A]nd better people are better doctors."

Harper also holds a weekly "Coffee with Cardiology" teaching session, where he introduces students not only to various cases during rounds, but essays and poems and short stories that might open their minds. And it's not just literature Harper encourages, but various pieces of music as well.

But why the humanities when there's so much to learn in medicine?

"I was struck when I practiced medicine how hard it was to blend science and still become an appropriately emotional person with thoughts," Harper said. "I read literature and poems and essays and found they helped me formalize my thoughts, to express myself better."

But Harper doesn't delude himself into thinking he's in the majority in the world of medicine.

"There are some who think I’m totally out to lunch," he said. "And that’s okay."




Sunday, January 10, 2016

This Week in Science!!!



Here's the occasional wrap-up of anything noteworthy in the world of science.

Starting off with:  .


story one:  Power! Merciless power!!!


You've been dominated!
There's a reason that marketers anthropomorphize inanimate objects, and it's not just because you're easily entertained by bright-eyed cartoon characters.

A study out of Johns Hopkins University's Carey Business School suggests that people who are materialists--those who believe they find happiness in the ownership of "stuff"--view anthropomorphic products as servants instead of partners. It's like the worst marriage ever on a very special episode of Dr. Phil.

It's not just cartoon advertisements, as it can also just be an allusion to a brand, like retail giant Lowe's, who's tagline is "Let's Build Something Together." Materialists view that as more along the lines of, "Bow down and build me a castle, Lowe's!"

Associate Professor Hyeongmin Kim, who led the study, detailed the truck load of crazy at hand here. "[D]ifferent consumers respond differently to the signals," said Kim in an interview. "When materialists encounter an anthropomorphized servant brand, they sense an opportunity to fulfill their need to dominate something. They would rather dominate other people, but socially that's not an easy thing to accomplish. So, for this type of consumer, the next best thing is to dominate a servant brand."

You hear that, Michelin Man? Your roly-poly charm and huggable ways won't work on everyone!



No wonder he's smiling.






story two:  More bad news for materialists!!!

It's a bad week for wealthy people who want to make it rain in a department store. The results of six studies covering 4,600 people showed that while roughly half the participants valued time and half valued money, those who valued time tend to share one characteristic much more in abundance than those who favor a fattened bank account.

They're just plain happier.

According to research from the Society for Personality and Social Psychology (my bible), it didn't matter what the gender or income level was (outside of poverty, that is--because simply surviving might skew how you truly feel), the individual who valued the simple ability to have personal time was just a happier individual. And they probably enjoy chamomile tea and cowl-neck sweaters, too, I assume.

There's no explanation which side of the debate you fall on if you want to spend your personal time buying a clock in the shape of a dollar bill though. (Think about it.)













story three:  Astronauts kind of suck at gardening!!!


He just drowned his potatoes! Woo!!
The International Space Station (ISS) is currently whizzing around the Earth with three astronauts and hoards of plants on board. It's all part of the loosely-titled "Veggie Project" to observe a miniature garden growing in space, which is like any garden on Earth, just weightless.

One small problem has arisen though--and you'll be shocked, stunned, and blown away by the developing news--but astronauts and engineers don't have green thumbs. Please, try to stifle your gasps. I know--I know. My worldview has been altered, too.

Scott Kelly, an astronaut currently on the ISS, recently reported that a collection of zinnias growing on board looked like they were dead or dying, potentially from mold. After some investigating (because it's NASA, so everything obvious involves intense investigating), it turns out that NASA was ordering the zinnias to be watered too much. In essence, they were drowning the zinnias. Drowning in space. Think about that. So NASA decided to cut back. Shockingly, the surviving zinnias have responded favorably.

And we're supposed to believe Matt Damon knew how to properly water potatoes on Mars.




story four:  Mysterious space balls land in Vietnam!!!


Possibly General Vo's reaction at meeting our alien overlords.
You know when something lands from outer space, it's safe, right? The government never lies!

"Before and after these objects were discovered, the Vietnamese Army was not conducting any military activity in the region," Lieutenant General Vo Van Tuan, the Vietnamese Army spokesman, told AFP news source.

Well, thanks for the update on your day-to-day operations. Sounds like a Vietnamese version of Roswell, doesn't it? Stop the straw man explanation, General Vo! Why the cover-up?! 

Three metallic balls plummeted down upon Vietnam, with the heaviest weighing 100 pounds. The Ministry of Defense says that they have no idea what the balls are or what sort of origin they hold, but that they aren't dangerous--or so we're told.

That's right. When mysterious, unidentifiable space orbs land from sky, I think we all know it's safe. Hell, bring the kids! Sounds like a field trip. C'mon, boys and girls!





Friday, November 20, 2015

This Week in Science!!!



Here's the occasional wrap-up of anything noteworthy in the world of science.

Starting off with the Dr. Pigeon, M.D:


story one:

Today: radiologist pigeons. Tomorrow: pigeon overlords.


Your future radiologist.

The next time you see a flock of pigeons in your way on an open concourse, remember this: Your future radiologist might be amongst them.

Professors Richard Levenson  and Edward Wasserman studied 16 pigeons and their ability to differentiate between benign and malignant breast tissue on a touchscreen image, and what they found might surprise. Not only do pigeons still strut like Mick Jagger while under study, but they can detect malignancy with surprising accuracy

On day one of testing, a pigeon's detection ability is no better than chance--50%. But within 13-to-15 days that percentage increases to 85%, or, as the professors note, "a task that can perplex inexperienced human observers who typically require considerable training to attain mastery."

Pigeon doctors. Once they learn to handle a scalpel, we're all goners.



story two:

Scientists bioengineer vocial cords; still can't help Selena Gomez's singing.


The real thing looks like raw steak.

Hot air isn't for balloons and your grandpa anymore. Starting with human cells, scientists have created, for the first time, vocal cords that actually properly vibrate when air is pushed through, dooming us to bad pop music for eternity.

Using the two main cell types that appear in vocal cords, scientists placed them in a 3D collagen matrix (a thing that mimics conditions in the body), and grew a vocal cord. After implanting the newly grown cords in cadaver dogs (not Fido!!), they pushed air through to find that the cords vibrated, and sounded, strikingly similar to regular vocal cords.

Said associate professor Nathan Welham, who led the development team: "I remember holding it and thinking, gosh, this feels like the real thing, which has a distinct feel—sort of like Jell-O but stronger and able to return to its shape if you deform it." Mmm, deformed Jell-O vocal cords. Sounds tasty! I'm ready for dessert!



story three:

It's alive! It's aliiiiiive!

Mmm, delicious Frankenfish.

The FDA has approved genetically engineered salmon. This is not to be confused with farm-raised salmon, which is normal salmon that wears plaid and overalls.

Critics claim the genetically engineered variety is a 'Frankenfish,' a creation blending chromosomes from an Atlantic salmon, a growth hormone from Chinook salmon, and a gene from the eel-like ocean pout, electric bolts not included.

While the FDA and most outside experts agree the new fish is safe to eat, the environmental impact is up for debate. The eggs for the fish are developed at a facility in Canada, for which a lawsuit remains. The fear? What happens if Frankenfish's eggs escape the Prince Edward Island facility?

If it follow's Mary Shelley's book, it goes on a casual murderous rampage before drifting away on an ice flow. How dramatic!



story four:

"I said a hip-hop, a hippity to the hippity hip-hip-hop..."

Nick Williams, a high school science teacher out of the San Francisco area, was awarded a $25,000 prize for promoting the sciences to his students. How? He raps occasionally.

From a sea of over 100,000 educators up for the Milken Educator Award, Williams was one of 40 selected to win a cash prize.

Let's see him in action:



He went with the finger-to-the-temple move and an "okay/three/West Coast" symbol! Man means business.

If he was an English teacher, he'd politely remind you to use a semicolon properly--in a whisper, quietly ashamed, weeping in a corner.