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Why am I Not Surprised?
Why You Should Always Bring Two Trucks to a Demolition
Galapagods and Goddesses
Will Goldfish be More Clever than our Children?
Success Has Many Fathers … and Mothers, Teachers, and Mentors.
Otolaryngologists: They Sound too Good to be True
One Man’s Trash is Another Man’s Singles Club
The Impossible Job of Thanking Your Barista
Knock, Knock. Who’s There? History. And a Bunch of Dead People Who Want In.
Wandering Off with Profound Purpose
Perseverance: It’s a Rover, It’s an Attitude, and It’s the Illusion Your Internet is not Possessed
Why We Need to Acquire a Taste for Flavor
Hatching Happiness through Husbandry
The Meticulously Precise and Non-Magical Way to make Whiskey
A Problem Shared is a Problem Halved (or not Felled if You’re Quick)
On the Cutting Edge of Shear Madness
At Death’s Doorstep but Refusing to Knock
Black-Eyed Peas: Apparently Good Fortune Comes from Good Fiber
Science is a Work of Art … and a Headache Full of Math
Life is like a Box of Chocolates: Sealed, Stolen, & Seeing the Countryside without You
Booze, Britain, & Maybe Someone’s Bride
Explaining the Birds & the Bees, But Mostly the Bugs
You Say Tomato, I Say, “Hey There, Bloody Mary”
Recipes Under My Roof
December 13, 2015
2431 × 1855
Twas the Night Santa Ditched Us