It is a sad mission to cut through and destroy with the scissors of analysis the delicate and iridescent veils with which our proud mediocrity clothes itself.
There is a looming chasm between what your brain knows and what your mind is capable of accessing.
If you’re having lab lunches with this one and hearing nuggets like this fall out all the time, then you’re in my lab and it’s awesome.
The other night, I went for drinks with a new friend, the chemical engineer and science writer Boonsri Dickinson. Boonsri and I both know what a PhD program looks like on the inside, and it didn’t take much for me to get her to echo a thought I have all the time: science is about feeling stupid.
Hey, this will make you feel ok temporarily!
True, much more is known about the criminal, his habits and his history, than ever before; but we are still confronted by the problem of an ever-increasing criminal population -if statistics on incarcerated men are to be believed. Much time has been spent in trying to understand the man, and rightly so; but comparatively little has been done about his rehabilitation. You may study the man, diagnose him, type him, catalogue him, and punish him; yet, you still have the man before you