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Pleiotropism as a mechanism behind the genetic correlation between personality and psychopathology.


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Re: "War On Kids"

I'd like to comment on the War on Kids movie review link I posted. I have not yet been able to see it but I am so relieved someone finally touched on this in a real way. It's just too bad that this came out when the country was busy with Tiger Woods, all 24 hours of its daily "news" spent shamelessly engaged in moral prosthelytizing. I think it's a real issue though that needs serious attention: Psychiatrists and other doctors pushing the propogandized phrase "mental illness" until it's common vernacular and the default descriptor for any nuance in neurocognitive behavior. Doctor's offices are bathed with paraphernalia of the pills being peddled to "cure" an ironically increasing number of people with "mental health issues," now including children. At the risk of continuing my paroxysm, I think too many children are being indefinitely fed pills that don't have clear mechanisms of functioning, for vaguely defined diseases.
The movie, I believe looks more at the problems with the education system (which is a big proponent of medicating children with controlled substances) and various underlying issues. Well now after I blindly recommended it I guess I should go see it :)

This is something I would really like to see make it past the dangerous inchoate state where all too many of my lofty ambitions and projects seem to take up residence

http://saistout.blogspot.com/

Semester-end report on investor relations aka finance 101

when i was five I taped some coins to a branch, stuck it in a pot, and proudly refuted my parents' dogma regarding money and trees, IR final shouldn't be a problem, I'm a natural ;)

Basically what I have learned this semester is:

a.) Efficiency market theory might work if our CEOs didn't make market-altering business decisions like menopausal women
b.) If you're going to "interpret" accounting principles to suit your denial do it with some finesse and exhibition of financial prowess, don't pour "boring" in the wound.
c.) The gold standard can only be distilled once...distill the resulting paper that's dubious in value and it apparently becomes pretend paper that's dubious in value. People may play poker for a number of things, but "nothing" is not one of them.
d.)Saddest of all, the "street" has been stripped of analytical skill and now values the skill of speedy "button pressing" first and foremost

On "Birthday Dinner Parties": Installment un

I am wondering why tortilla chips are served in Chinese food to-go containers as I sit in a Mexican restaurant on New York City's upper west side, waiting for people to not be punctual. It is my friend’s birthday, and we are participating in the ritualistic “birthday dinner:” A rite of passage into young professional-dom, just one step away from “game night,” and only two steps away from pleated-slacks-wearing hostesses laboring under the incorrect assumption - due to a grave misuse of transitive property - that because a standard 750ml bottle of wine fits nicely into four standard 175ml wine glasses, one bottle is enough. Two short steps will find us sipping from our rationed glasses for the entirety of an insanely overcomplicated fanfare, which they refer to with possessive pride as their “birthday dinner party:” A maliciously misleading term that maligns its root words, forcing them into a compound that is, in your humble author’s opinion, not at all equal to the sum of its parts…A Hamptons harlot to a Hoboken harridan.

Social Networking Makes Me Sick

             Social networking has made it easier to stay connected with everyone from Grandma Ruth to your boss to the boy who sat behind you in fifth grade math. But at what price?
           
           Aric Sigman published a study (Sigman's study ) last month in Biologist , which revealed that time spent social networking is indirectly proportional to time spent in social interaction.

(That’s time spent talking to someone over a real drink, NOT posting on their wall after you send them an image of a margarita and they get a message that they “partied with you”)

I always find it odd when I get an email from the facebook team - people I know all too little about considering the volume and frequency at which I receive their cheery notes - telling me that a long-lost friend of a friend, whose birthday dinner I might have attended back in 2003, has “partied” (or done some other activity) with me. Really? Because where the hell was I?

The problem is not that a person, who lands just a mark above “stranger” to me in my ACTUAL life, is making a picture of two sheep with party hats on and drinks in “hands” appear on my wall, claiming to be partying with me. The problem is not that these social networks make the probability of me making an ass of myself a mathematical certainty. The biggest problem is also not pertaining to the level of stalkability these sites afford us, or that you know too much about people you should not, or do not, want to know that much about (and probably vise versa). The real problem is that social networking is taking away our face time, and it’s killing us.

       
            Aric Sigman’s research indicated that social isolation, due to the rise of social networking and decline of social interaction, leads to global alterations in human gene transcription in the small white blood cells of the immune system. Social networking is making me sick, and it’s making you sick too. It isn’t just Sigman either, social contact, both subjective and objective, is becoming increasingly associated with physiological changes known to influence morbidity and mortality.


 But then again, I am blogging this.

The gamine returns to claim her diadem (for your convenience: dictionary.com)

Now I realized why I put a stop to this after only a month, it is a cruel punishment, and indeed what Hell must be like, to be forced to reread your ramblings after the delusion of your genius has dissipated