Given the known dangers and catastrophic consequences of binge drinking, the questions surrounding moderate drinking are arguably esoteric, or at least not an urgent public health issue. Washington Post
The mania for studies on an esoteric scale
send scientists researching on the shoe size of the snail.
Each survey that's completed, ev'ry audit that's begun,
is just a waste of money and is rarely any fun.
But giant corporations and their lobbyists agree
that studies must be funded to promote their strategy.
So gimme lots of grant money and I will certify
that black is white and pigs have wings and what's the best french fry.
The light of Sunday afternoon is truly melancholic;
it invites blue devils to appear and start to frolic.
It's hollow and dyspeptic, just a husk of true sunshine;
it makes me grate my teeth and twists my hopes into coarse twine.
It’s summer in Washington, so no one smells all that great. But this night was different from your average gathering of sweaty bodies. I was about to enter a pheromone party, where strangers would be inhaling my scent via a T-shirt I’d been wearing. Washington Post.
A young man who sweated profusely
bragged of his prowess quite loosely --
His pheromones bred
like rabbits, he said,
and gave him the charm of a Bruce Lee.
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