Unfortunate Search Results

 

This happened while searching for something to eat on a recent trip to Ellijay, Georgia.

The reviews were not as hilarious as I had hoped. Click for a larger screenshot.

Hacking the human body?

This article about hacking the human body gives a few details about one pharmacologist’s idea of how we could reduce our impact on the environment.

I applaud the direction that he’s heading which is, in a nutshell, if humans ate less meat, were smaller, had fewer children, and were nicer we could save the planet and have more resources to share.

Fair enough.

The burning question in the back of my mind, however, is that if someone wants to make us smaller, weaker, nicer, and less in number, how is he avoiding accusations that he’s preparing us for an alien invasion, and not in a good way?

Infants Have the Most Puerile Sense of Humor

It’s true. Infants have a fiendishly juvenile  sense of humor.

For instance, my newborn son always waits until the precise moment when I have opened the diaper to let loose with his best impersonation of a fire hose. It doesn’t matter if I open the diaper and immediately close it, expecting Old Faithful. Then he just bides his time. He also saves his most prodigious bowel movements for the seconds after he’s freshly changed.

 When my son pulls either of these two particular maneuvers, I usually favor him with a special scowl reserved for the occasion. He stares back with that most communicative of infant facial expressions that says, “Look buddy, my arms don’t do what I want. My legs don’t do what I want. Not even my head does what I want it to do. There is exactly one area of my anatomy over which I have a modicum of control and I’ll be darned if I don’t use it for maximum comedic effect.”

I can’t really blame him though. An infant’s entire existence centers around bodily fluids and the like. I’m not sure exactly where to stand in the debate of Nature vs Nurture, but I know that each one of us is, at least in part, the product of our environment. The life lesson that I choose to pull from this experience is to be aware of what’s filling up my environment. It may be coloring my view of the world more than I realize.