Skeptophilia

Fighting Gullibility with Sarcasm, 6 days a week

Showing posts with label biological clocks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label biological clocks. Show all posts
Monday, January 1, 2024

The smell of time passing

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We once owned a very peculiar border collie named Doolin.  Although from what I've heard, saying "very peculiar" in the same b...
Saturday, February 5, 2022

Forever young

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At 61 I'm reaching the age where I can't deny that I'm not young any more.  By and large, though, I've been lucky.  I now ne...
Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Siesta time

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I'm a morning person. I know this is pretty unusual.  I also know from first-hand experience that night owls tend to hate us morning p...
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Thursday, February 13, 2020

Timing out

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One of my ongoing frustrations when I was a teacher was the failure of the educational community to use the latest scientific research to gu...
Wednesday, December 11, 2019

The smell of time passing

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We once owned a very peculiar border collie named Doolin.  Although from what I've heard, saying "very peculiar" in the same b...
Friday, June 7, 2019

A consummation devoutly to be wished

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When I was in college, I had an eight a.m. calculus class with a woman who used to drag herself in, large coffee in her hand, looking like d...
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