Yesterday was the 72nd anniversary of the first Corvette sports car rolling off the production line in Flint, Michigan in 1953.
In the news, Costa Rican prison guards apprehended a cat with 230 g of Cannabis and 67 g of Crack Cocaine taped to his little body, as he leaped the prison fence to bring the drugs inside.
Now the Fable:
Authorities became suspicious because the cat had become so weighted down with drugs, he needed help leaping the fence.
A new study at UC San Francisco claims female mice the equivalent of 65 human years of age have much sharper, more resilient brains than their male counterparts.
Is this true, I wondered.
In 2016, Brazilian physiotherapist Igor Simoes Andrade began “boto therapy” (In Portuguese, botos are pink freshwater dolphins) to help people with physical and mental disabilities. They benefit by swimming and playing with the botos.
Recognizing what a great idea this is, and seeing a need among botos who have physical and mental disabilities, I recruited people for them to swim and play with.
So far, my idea is not working.
Adjoining The Grand Teton National Park in Wyoming, the U.S. government is acquiring one square mile for $100 million, to be forever undeveloped parkland.
In a related story, in Beverly Hills, the U.S. government is acquiring one square yard for $100 million to be forever undeveloped parkland.
Because it is in the ultra exclusive Rodeo Drive Shopping Plaza, reservations to camp there are already sold out for the next 16 years. All the buyers are women.
With Love To All - Dick
Sunday in the Washington Post was an article written by Professor Kelly Lambert, a neuroscientist at the University of Richmond, explaining how she and her team created tiny cars and taught rats to drive them. After each drive, they reward the rats with a Fruit Loop.
If I were to interview Professor Lambert, this is how I imagine the interview:
DK: Who thought it was a good idea to build tiny cars and teach rats to drive them?
PL: Things had been very slow in the neuroscience department. And then one Saturday night at a keg party, after a few rounds of beers, we got this great idea.
In the Victorian era, hand fans were a fun way for people to gently flirt and amuse each other. They were the Tinder of their time.
As a man who offers love to all, I always look for ways of expressing that love. But yesterday something odd happened.
