My Dog is Throwing Up Water and I’m in an Existential Crisis

My dog is throwing up water. He can’t seem to keep it down. He’s a 14-year-old Shih Tzu named Jack. He’s always had a sensitive stomach. But now he laps up an entire bowl of water, walks around a bit, and spontaneously vomits, sometimes in mid-stride. When it comes back up, it’s still clear, but it’s no longer water-as-we-know-it. It’s mucus-y and thick – mixed with stomach bile, petroleum jelly, or some alien plasma goo, I don’t know. Continue reading “My Dog is Throwing Up Water and I’m in an Existential Crisis”

It’s Time to Admit We Need a New Space Opera

On American Idol, whenever a contestant sings a song like Last Dance, it is usually prophetic — he’s going home. So it’s no surprise that the last installment of the Star Wars franchise is subtitled, The Last Jedi. It’s time to wrap this thing up, too.

We’ve suffered through Ewoks, stilted dialogue, hammy acting, and Jar-Jar Binks. From a mile-high view, the story is tragic, dreadful, and even involves the slaughter of dozens of children. The religious cults of Jedi and Sith battle each other mercilessly, with the “light” side, time and again, failing to convince its pupils not to go “dark.” Yet we sell stuffed Chewie toys in the preschool aisle. Continue reading “It’s Time to Admit We Need a New Space Opera”

Don’t Listen to Your Brain

I’m going to read a book about the brain. I’m intrigued by the title, What Makes Your Brain Happy and Why You Should Do the Opposite.
Here’s what I understand about DiSalvo’s thesis: Your brain likes routine. It likes safe. It likes known people, environments, and responsibilities. The brain is “happy” when it gets what it likes, but when it’s asked to change, try something new, step into the unknown, or learn, it reacts. Continue reading “Don’t Listen to Your Brain”