You know that feeling when you’ve spent years just sort of… existing with whatever free promotional water bottle happened to be closest to your hand? That was me until about six months ago, when I suddenly developed what my partner Rob calls “the world’s most pointless obsession.” It started innocently enough. I was at the gym, desperately sucking the last drops from my ancient plastic bottle – you know, the kind that’s been through the…
I was standing in the lab, pipette in hand, when it hit me. The samples I’d been studying for months…
There was a time, not long ago, when my phone was just that; a phone. It called people. It texted.…
I distinctly remember the moment I became fascinated with memory itself. I was rifling through my parents’ photo albums (seeking embarrassing material to defend myself against my mother’s habit of telling my girlfriend about my childhood disasters), when I found a picture of myself at age six standing proudly next to a science fair volcano. The problem? I have incredibly detailed memories of that science fair – the smell of vinegar and baking soda, the…