This is a story about why you love music and why, when that song is playing, the world continues to seem slightly magical.
Small Molecules in Chemical Space: we don’t know the half of it…
www.catenane.net/home/naturepaper2009december.html Growing up in the 1960s, I watched my mother take handfuls of Thorazine, phenobarbital, and God knows what else, every morning after her first cup of coffee. She’d already been through electro-shock treatment and spent time in psychiatric facilities. […]
A New Lift: Re-Opening the Investigation of Consciousness
Can you feel it? There’s some lift going on again. The doors are open. So are the windows. And we’re starting to move. We’re not flying yet, but we’re certainly not tethered to asphalt anymore, either. The potential of the […]
