Tag: Madness

Too many meetings. I had said those three words way too many times that month. Sometimes as a fleeting comment to myself. Other times in the form of self-pity as this excessive, self-absorbed unhappiness over the current state of my work. Instead of shouting at the top of my lungs and gettin...

“If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be ‚meetings.’” – Dave Barry, American Journalist Vacation time is over — everybody is back at work. Actua...

The delicate interplay between genius and madness has captivated minds for centuries, inviting us to peer into the world where creativity and turmoil converge. From the vibrant brushstrokes of Vincent van Gogh to the haunting verses of Sylvia Plath, the connection between brilliance and inner strugg...

Wow — where do I even begin about this bizarrely wonderful place? Manically vibrant, outrageously bohemian, gritty, grungy and exploding with summer action! Too bad the weather fizzled on me a bit during the days I spent sightseeing (as opposed to catching up on the World Cup), but that did...

You see, marijuana wasn’t made illegal because a group of scientists sat down and decided smoking weed was bad for you. It didn’t come about because some preening public figures wanted people to think they occupied a moral high ground. It’s not even the result of power-hungry polit...

The gun madness that Americans seem prepared to accept in perpetuity is unique among developed nations and reflects an incredible paralysis in a country that for decades was a beacon of innovation and democracy for the world. And what’s amazing is that this most political of issues carries no ...

There’s the proverbial tip of the iceberg; then there’s the not-so-proverbial tip of the fungus. Both indicate something hidden. Around 10% of an iceberg’s volume is underwater. For mushroom-forming fungi, the percentage varies, but in some cases, most of the fungal biomass exis...

The year was 2012 when I set foot for the first time into the Museu Picasso in Barcelona, Spain. It feels as fresh as yesterday. It was early February, the temperature touching 11 degrees Celsius (51.8 degrees Fahrenheit). It wasn’t the kind of weather to shout about. Though there were days ma...