Last big travel day. Off to the blue crammed into motorized sardine cans. I’ll begin looking at comments and email tomorrow.
Medical Science Advances On Bottoms
Seems they wielded their beakers and petri dishes in just the right way and were able to brew up a synthetic sphincter.
Yes, just when you thought there were too many in the world already, especially down DC way, Khalil Bitar and pals found a method to grow artificial sphincters on mice. Once fully developed, these can be cut off and grafted onto human, non-mice personages in an operation that can only be described as delicate.
Those not up on your Gray’s might be interested to know this: “There are actually two sphincters at the anus — one internal and one external.” So there’s double the need for artificial you-know-whats.
Encounter Books Puts Up Link
If you have not yet read the review, do so now. And if you have not yet bought the book, what are you waiting for? Also highly, hugely recommended are Darwinian Fairytales: Selfish Genes, Errors of Heredity and Other Fables of Evolution and especially Against the Idols of the Age.
If you enjoy the material on this blog at all, you will like Stove’s much more.
Next Stop Vegas
In what cannot be a coincidence, and instead must be an event deeply laden with significance—statistical, cosmological, and certainly theological–last year this same time I was also off into the skies and wrote about the lady who won the lottery four times.
I did a back-of-the-envelope and surmised that the probability at least one person wins four lotteries (of the type the mystery lady won) was about 1 in 100, which isn’t so small.
Now, thanks to the many readers who alerted me to the follow-up story, we learn that the lady who won is a—are you ready?—she is a statistician! Her name is Joan R. Ginther, 63, and she is formally from Stanford.
Speculation has run amok. Do statisticians actually have an algorithm that predicts lottery numbers? Are we gifted with random prescience that allows us to amass riches?
Being a member of the guild, I cannot tell you. But I can say that one of my flights stops in Las Vegas, in which I will have a two-and-a-half-hour layover. Do not thus be surprised if the “Hire Me!” link disappears from this website tomorrow.
Update My attempts to parlay my grub stake ($1) into a retirement-inducing fortune with the Las Vegas airport slot machines failed. I will thus still be accepting job offers.