Periodically, I fall into a writing slump. It’s not that I’m lacking ideas for stories and posts… the ideas just seem lackluster. And then there’s the whole issue of time. And creative energy. The Muse flies away and takes my qi with her. Feh.

>> The Advantages of Closing a Few Doors. John Tierney essentially writes about loss and how much we don’t like it in this piece for the New York Times. (This is applicable for those of us who are undergoing mass termination during this time… like, I don’t know, people who will soon be moving thousands of miles away where most everything will be new and shiny and alien and scary and wonderful and thrilling and unknown.)

>> Yet Another Study On Antidepressants, And No One Notices The Timing. The Last Psychiatrist (a moniker that still makes me wonder…), as usual, skillfully examines bias and considers implicit messages in the deluge of “scientific” information. I want to be able to think like that. With greater ease.

>> Micropack Land Sport. If you run, this is a cool contraption to have. My keys don’t jangle as I slog (though I am slogging faster now, thank you very much) along the sidewalks… which also means that my leg doesn’t sustain slight abrasions from my (cold) keys jangling in my pocket. And it’s completely unobtrusive. I totally forget it’s there.

>> Bureau of Communication. It’s Mad Libs crossed with Evites or e-mail. It’s cute in that geeky sort of way (which some people find more cute than others).

>> Yawning + fluoxetine = orgasm? There’s apparently a case report of a woman who took fluoxetine and, when she yawned, she would experience an orgasm. (I can’t access the original paper in its totality.) This is not the usual case of sexual dysfunction associated with SSRIs (selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors).