I AM NOT GIFTED.  Just putting it out there from the start that, no, this isn’t me telling you why I’m gifted and you’re not, or about the perks of being gifted, or about the trouble I find myself in from being so much smarter than those around me. Again, I repeat, I AM NOT GIFTED. However, as someone that …

Not long ago, I got an email from my brother with the subject line “yep.” In the body of the email, there was nothing but a link entitled, “Are Left Handed People Smarter”. After that, a short back and forth about SAT scores (of which I did much better) and Regents exams (of which he claims to have done better on all …

In lieu of an inspired blog entry (since I’m feeling wholly uninspired), I’m going to present to you a compilation of stuff you probably didn’t know, but is interesting, nonetheless.             Moderate drinking can boost your IQ             Jelly Belly make over a million Beans an hour             The …

I have no shame in admitting that I was a political junkie for the bulk of the campaigning (see equifax’s shining example of campaigning in a pr crisis) (and I’m going all the way back to the primaries).  My addiction peaked as the election drew near, and I think my body had a break through and began cleansing itself during …

(Updated for 2017, URL Corrections, etc) Dear President-Elect Obama: While I’m sure you are well aware of the daunting tasks you have to tackle in the next few months and years, there are certain matters I’d like to put on your radar now (in case you find yourself with a little time between saving the economy and getting us safely …

If you’re like me, then you’re probably refreshing news and political web pages, hoping for something interesting and uplifting to be written. Unfortunately, we seem to be in a media stalemate of sorts, with all the coverage talking about how we won’t know anything for a while, but that it’s great to see people voting (which it is). Oddly enough, …

Once again, it’s time for a little personal story to put into perspective an otherwise unfounded rambling: When I was in first grade, my parents went in to meet with my teacher, Mrs. Dempster, for a regularly scheduled parent-teacher conference.  It was at that time that Mrs. Dempster would cripple my reputation by telling my parents that I had, what …