Only a deep man love for Stuart – you’re ok too –  can explain the effort of getting this out this early on Saturday. I’ve only slept a few hours in the past 2 days and some of those were in the backseat of an Echo on St. Mark’s and

Well, it’s the first week of April, so I’m sure I hardly need to tell you that the Quaker Parrots are stirring in Brooklyn. These parrots, also know as Monk Parakeets, are something of an anomaly here and there are many theories explaining exactly how they arrived. Luckily, Steve Baldwin,

I went to a Rangers game the other night and was transported back to my childhood in Maine, where we would get up before sunrise for morning practices and occasionally make the drive to Portland to watch the Maine Mariners, now the Portland Pirates, our state’s National Hockey League farm

Last night’s free lecture was pretty sweet, and not just because professor Patrick Gannon had a delivery like Kids in the Hall’s Kevin McDonald. He showed us some gross anatomical brain asymmetries consistent in humans, chimps, and gorillas in the ‘œcomprehension’ brain regions before propelling into more subtle asymmetries in

Today I’m going to reveal a little inner dorkling, but don’t worry, I’ll temper it with some theatrical overcompensation, Tarantino style. After university, I walked away from a neuro-imaging internship with Harvard to go teach tennis  in Switzerland. I’ve been sidetracked ever since, but still love all things neuro, including

There are tons of shows looking to fill up their studio audiences. 30 Rock has no seating, so after a lengthy debate with myself I chose The Daily Show over The View. John Stewart’s eye rolls live beat a seat next to a Bible Belter in a seasonally-theme sweatshirt. Sorry

Ah, a collegiate night on the UWS. Somewhat responsible, at that, for a while at least. Columbia is showing ‘œShake Hands with the Devil’, a documentary following a visit to Rwanda by the UN appointed general who was left powerless to intervene in the massacre of ~800,000 in 1994. I’ll