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The Devils Trampingground is a fun little bit of creepiness. Or at least, it’s as creepy as you can get with cartoony looking flash movies.

I might need to get a subscription to The New Yorker. I’ve never read it before, but they publish some great stories. I only recently discovered the writings of Malcolm Gladwell who is a regular contributor. Those are amazingly good.

And now, I’ve just read with fascination
Annals of Medicine — The Bell Curve, which is a story about different quality of care for different hospitals. It’s more varried than I ever would have imagined.

The hardest question for anyone who takes responsibility for what he or she does is, What if I turn out to be average? If we took all the surgeons at my level of experience, compared our results, and found that I am one of the worst, the answer would be easy: I’d turn in my scalpel. But what if I were a C? Working as I do in a city that’s mobbed with surgeons, how could I justify putting patients under the knife? I could tell myself, Someone’s got to be average. If the bell curve is a fact, then so is the reality that most doctors are going to be average. There is no shame in being one of them, right?

Link grabbed from here.

Boy, would I love to believe that We will be able to live to 1,000.

I’m generally very optimistic about the potential of science to make the future better. So, I would naturally love to believe that the first person to live to be 1,000 years old is already in their 60s. I just can’t quite get there though. That seems a little too optimistic even for me. At 35, I half think that I might be able to make it, but even there, I feel like I’m in a race against decay. I hope that Aubrey de Grey is right though. Come on SENS project. Bring me my immortality. I want my Science Fiction future, and I want it now.