Archive for October, 2014
Some people are making a documentary about migraines. It looks like it could be good. Maybe lots of people will watch it and I won’t have to explain my life over and over and over. Kickstarter here.
I’ve warned you off potentially bad chronic pain management programs and asked you to join a project improving a widely used program in North America. But if you’re looking for help right now, that isn’t very useful. So, here are a couple resources for the here and now: Not all official chronic pain/illness management programs […]
9 Things That Reveal How Airbnb Lets Rich People Run a Bunch of Illegal Hotels Tracking one hundred students The iPad Air 2 Has Its Own SIM So You Change Carriers Whenever You Want Controversial: Should Workers Be Paid For Time They Spend at Work? When is a pumpkin not a pumpkin? Pumpkin disambiguation The […]
You know what’s worse for a hypochondriac than access to google? Having a friend in med school. Me: Why am I tired all the time even though my iron and thyroid check out? Med Student: LEUKAEMIA Me: Why does my heart hurt when I lie on my left side but not on my right? Med […]
My memory is strange lately. I was talking to someone last weekend about my mother’s visit to Epiphyte City awhile ago. Then a few nights later, on the phone with her, she brought it up and I did not remember her visit at all – I denied that it had happened. She had to tell […]
Stuff worth reading Comment on Toxic academic mentors by GermanPostdoc Bad supervisors have extraordinary power over people’s careers in academia Frameworks for Understanding the Future of Work Adobe’s e-book reader sends your reading logs back to Adobe—in plain text. Considering how much of the ebook market is of the rather naughty variety, this is extra […]
Do you remember the pudding hysteria incident? If you do not, let me refresh your memory: coming out of a migraine, feeling terrible, I developed an overwhelming craving for pudding. When I realized there was no pudding, my migraine brain melted the fuck down and I cried and cried and cried. Then, struck by the […]