If the ocean can calm itself, so can you. We are both salt water mixed with air.
From 2008 to 2012, laboratories conducting research on potential bioterrorism weapons logged more than 1,100 accidents. That figure, chronicled in government reports obtained by USA Today, includes a case where two animals were accidentally infected with hog cholera, a virus that hasn’t been found in the U.S. since 1978.
In another case, an uninvolved cow residing on a nearby farm became infected with brucellosis, a virus that can be passed to humans through dairy products. In about half of the incidents, lab workers had to be medically screened or treated after accidental exposure to a mishandled toxin, and in five cases, lab workers were infected or sickened. (All lab workers recovered.)
The Centers for Disease Control reports don’t include many details; federal bioterrorism laws prohibited the names of the errant labs and most specific information about the mishaps from being disclosed. But just the number of accidents alone adds volumes to the genre of doomsday headlines chronicling high-stakes bio-error.
Hello. It’s late August now I guess. Wow! What happened to summer is something we say every summer, but again, what happened to summer? Where did the time go?
I’m currently in Maine with my family. It’s lovely. Sublime. Perfect. My heart aches with my love for my family, my homeland, the place I grew up, the fine people of this fine state. It is beautiful here. I think it might be the most beautiful place in the world. I am quite sure of it.
The rest of the world is shitty. Ferguson and the Middle East especially. Worst shark week ever. People should do more yoga.
It’s strange to be here in this perfect place and to read and see people in these terrible places. I am so lucky. I have it so good.
I really mean it about doing more yoga.
I’m still writing my book. Slower going than it was at first, but I’m trucking along, even if I am behind schedule. It’s fun, but every time I write I am reminded that writing is hard. It is easy and simple and flows with joy and ease but it is also painful and terrifying and overwhelming and difficult and near-impossible to get through sometimes. Like all the good things in life I guess.
August in Maine is my ideal climate. Hot during the day. Cold at night. The smells and sounds of late summer in New England. The stuff dreams are made of.
There is nothing quite like a Maine Blueberry. I suggest making a point of eating a few, at least once in your life.
I really do wish we could slow down time. It all happens too fast. What happened to summer?