I have just had a day consumed by unfulfilling nothingness, even though I got up nice and early. I didn't sleep well and then napped all day, my clothes are itchy and uncomfortable, I'm too hot, too cold, and I hate everything. Yes, it's my period ( Read more... )

Speaking of this week's New Scientist: ( extrapolation of one article, concerning morality, philosophy and primateology, which my brian apparently gets a kick out of. )

New Scientist interviews Brian May, lead guitarist of Queen.

It doesn't lead to a complete article, but it tells you a little about what he's doing, and the book. I mean, how many times does a famous, fabulous rock musician get to a certain age and decide, hey, time to finish that astrophysics PhD he was working on before he was famous?

*glee*

A sensor implanted in a paralysed man's brain has enabled him to control objects by using his thoughts alone.

I mean, okay, it's a trial, and very experimental, and it hasn't given him back the use of his limbs or anything, but if this works out can you imagine how much easier things will be for so many people?

And do I have to point out how ( Read more... )

I just read the most wonderful article in New Scientist magazine, which proves that scientists are, apart from everything else, a group of people with way too much time on their hands.

( The case of the disappearing teaspoons )