The New Yorker is like the social equivalent of a Cell publication. TOO long to read quickly.
What I prefer is something like Nature or Science: quick and to the point, covering the main ideas, and not providing so many examples.
Writing is my new therapy for anxiety. Anxiety about life, my future, finances, going back into the gaming community.
I miss having free time. I like going to dance class every week, but somewhere along the way I lost the time to cook. All my kitchen equipment does nowadays is sit in my bedroom collecting dust.
Started watching a PBS documentary titled Between the Folds. Really intriguing how far along paper folding has developed. Origami was a favorite activity of mine as a kid, although the only folds I remember now are the paper crane and the box. Maybe the frog too...
*** I can't remember when I started this post, but I guess I should post it before it starts to rot.***
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