Adventures in Ethics and Science

Archives for December, 2009

New Year’s Eve gabfest.

If I were not involved in preparing food for Casa Free-Ride’s New Year’s Eve celebration (after which, I will be joining my family members to celebrate and/or test our endurance in the face of fatigue — I’ll let you know afterward which of those it ends up being), I would totally be writing you a…

In the last few days, I’ve gotten a bunch of emails reminding me that the window for tax-deductible charitable giving for the year is closing. So, as 2009 winds down, I want to make an appeal to those readers lucky enough to have a bit of money for discretionary spending. Last year I wrote: [T]o…

Movie review: Avatar.

While the sprogs were hanging out at the aquarium with the Grandparents Who Lurk But Seldom Comment, my better half and I went to see a 3-D IMAX screening of Avatar. My big concerns going in were that all the 3-D IMAX goodness would make me motion-sick, and that if that didn’t get me, then…

Back to posting soon.

… once my fingertips holler “Uncle!” and tell me to take a break from my new ukulele. To help you pass the time, some uke players who are way better than the n00b that I am on day 2 of my musical odyssey:

Yeah, sure that plush Borrelia burgdorferi (the bacterium that causes Lyme disease) is playfully cuddling the plush penicillin now. But can their friendship last?

Christmas wrapping.

Well, technically, wrappings for Christmas eve dinner: discos para empanadas. It turns out, peeling them apart requires some patience and dexterity. Luckily, I had sufficient quantities of both.

An open letter.

To the young people wandering around Casa Free-Ride singing Christmas songs (not just the refrains but all of the verses): None of the canonical reindeer is named Connor. And Santa does not have a reindeer named Nixon. Love, Dr. Free-Ride P.S. The last batch of cookies will be out of the oven in one minute.…

I am, as it happens, done grading. But I need to express my concern (OK, bumfuzzlement) about something I saw quite a lot of on the final exams I was grading. You may recall that I let my students prepare a single page of notes (8.5″ by 11″, front and back) that they can use…

Possibly related to the last post. The lyrics are original. (For this, you need to imagine the younger Free-Ride offspring humming in the background as the elder sings.) O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, We’re sorry that we killed ya. O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, At least we didn’t grill ya. O Christmas tree,…

The new piece by Natalie Angier at the New York Times may make things a little more ticklish for people who pick their food on the basis of the characteristics it has or lacks as an organism: