I found this spectacular video linked on Phil Plait’s intelligent and responsible blog Bad Atronomy, where he introduces the clip, writing:
You are immersed in magnetic fields right now. Your computer, your house, your office, your street, your TV, your iPod… they all have magnetic fields around them, and you are embedded in them as well.
Sweet Christ! I never knew. It’s like something out of a an old Jon Pertwee era Doctor Who episode…a cheesy invisible monster made more frightening through the stark reality of this video.
But now that we know…something must be done! Clearly it is these magnetic fields that have been invisibly fucking up everything for us always: mediocre love [...]
Or rather – back in reality – the article concerns itself with a study in Indonesia focusing on the effects of soy product consumption on memory – that’s human memory for those keeping score at home. High tofu consumption was associated with worse memory, further theories even connecting it to aiding the onset of dementia. However, the 719 subjects of this survey were all elderly participants so they may have quite naturally not remembered whether they ate Tofu or not, yet kindly nodded when asked by the researchers if they did.
The science actually points to the culprit being things called Phytoestrogens, micronutrients found in many soy products that have effects similar to the female sex hormone oestrogen. This is the same ingested compound [...]
For the purposes of this post – and my ego – I am Prometheus.
And I have put myself at great peril, to steal for you – FROM ZEUS HIMSELF! – the gift of COMMENTS! Never before encountered anywhere throughout the wide expanse of the world of web, these “comments” will allow all mortals visiting The Sporadical the freedom to let their opinions known, instigate and extend discussions, make weirder the already strange, point out grammatical errors, play the game Who Has the Biggest Conceptual Penis?, naively and emotionally defend commonly held beliefs under the hypnotic power of a largely self-imposed peer pressure, warm themselves at night and better prepare food that isn’t Tastykakes.
You know nothing of these things now, but surely from this great addition to humanity will evolve complex systems of science, philosophy, politics, and art [...]
I am in one of those rare moods. It is a dumb, dumb rage that destroys one’s tolerance for the perception of every single molecule of one’s current existence. In this particular instance, it is caused by not having cone wrenches to fix a bike wheel. And the immediate object of my intolerance is the classic television series, Quantum Leap. I love that show – like crazy – but, with my emotions as they are, I have lost all ability to suspend my disbelief, no longer ignoring plot contrivances or gleefully enduring campy comedy.
For those who care and don’t already know, here is the plot of the show as summarized as it almost always was in the opening narration:
“Theorizing that one could time travel within his own lifetime, Dr. Sam Beckett stepped into [...]