Life. Love. And Epidemics.
I don t know, folks. It seems to me like the fear of AI is reaching a fever pitch. For some, it s concerns over the impacts of data centers on the environment and other resources in the disadvantaged communities where those centers are being installed. (About 99.999999% of those concerns are valid, by the way.) For ... Read more
The year is 1998, and I m beginning the first year of the medical technology program at UT El Paso. The general lab studies professor shows us the movie Outbreak as a way to show us the importance of being careful when working with laboratory specimens. In the movie, a lab tech reaches into a centrifuge ... Read more
A somber movie about an aging Robin Hood turns into a meditation on the stories we tell about who we really are. After we're gone, our identity becomes a narrative woven by our words and the memories of others: never fully accurate, never fully knowable, but the version that endures.
In which I wonder what's going to happen as more and more people adopt AI.
I drafted this entire blog post on my Retroid Pocket Flip 2, a compact Android handheld that fits in my pocket. It runs Google Docs, connects to a Bluetooth keyboard, and handles lightweight productivity tasks with ease. It won't replace my laptop, but for capturing ideas on the go, it's perfect.
I reflect on how the past shapes who we are, inspired by short stories I've been writing about a time-traveling daughter. Like Back to the Future's plot holes, I question how changed pasts create different people. Ultimately, I believe we must accept the past, learn from it, and repair what we can.
I was invited to a law symposium at the St. Louis University School of Law a couple of weeks ago. While I was very excited to attend, I was also getting better from a COVID-like disease that consisted of fever, chills, loss of taste and smell, and a general feeling of blagh. But I powered ... Read more
In a podcast interview, I heard the Secretary of Health and Human Services share his past substance use, provoking mixed reactions. I reflect on why I must address substance use disorder with empathy, honor my responsibility to advocate for public health, confront my own flaws, and avoid cruel humor.
I was invited to a public health chat about public health, vaccines, all that good stuff… And it felt more like a therapy session. At least, it reminded me a lot of my mental health therapy sessions. It's about an hour and 15 minutes, and it's a lot of me talking. But it's good. It's a good discussion, in my humble opinion.
It's been a while since we talked on this blog. Let's get caught up, shall we?
