Red Room Where the Writers Are

This was a good year for epigrammists. Politics and the economy were going up, down and sideways. Plenty of the best and worst of human nature was in evidence.

yesterday, i finished the revision of my complete idiot's guide to buddhism (begun july).  it will hit stands around june, meanwhile, here's a sidebar with fun facts about the brain, of p

Gary checks into the hospital that night. His room is on the neurology floor, a dimly lit hall with patient rooms on either side

As soon as we arrive to see Dr. Kim, the young internist arranges for a psychiatric evaluation right then and there.

Much to my relief, the doctor is a bright, gentle resident—the kind that I hope will win Gary over to the medical profession.

Every day, I get questions about the TMS project I’ve gotten involved in at Harvard’s Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center. TMS stands for Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation. What’s that?

Since my days with Gary, I have been fascinated with memory--how the brain processes memory and how our memories define ourselves.

Our friendship is six months new. Gary, an airline captain, lives in Greenwich, Connecticut, on the New York border. On his layovers, he explores whatever city his flight schedule has sent him.

"We're ready to see you, Mr. Stoecker."

I saw a very interesting clip from PBS that states sleep is a necessity for us to have a deep understanding of ourselves.