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From the University of No-Duh comes the trite and stupid announcement that Dr. Seuss‘s classic character the Grinch may be suffering from seasonal affective disorder.

This penetrating insight was offered by Cynthia Bulik, Ph.D, from the University of North Carolina. “I think what we might be seeing is that his heart might be shriveling from a lack of love,” said the William R. and Jeanne H. Jordan Distinguished Professor of Eating Disorders. (Apparently you can get a Ph.D and “distinguished professorship” by interviewing any random four year-old.)

The squeezably-soft science of psychology just got a little softer. I’m getting to work on my Ph.D thesis, which postulates that the Sneetches display body dysmorphic disorder.

[Source: physorg.com]

Depressing and deep memories on this horrible anniversary. As I watch this date slip into banal Americana, I can’t help but express my own shopworn platitude: never forget.

A study done at the University of New South Wales seems to confirm what I have long observed: that gloomy people have a more accurate assessment of their surroundings than their blissed-out counterparts.

An article posted at “physorg.com” describes the study, which tested the ability to recall a collection of ten items left on a store counter. Subjects were asked to remember the items right after leaving the store. Researchers alternated the test environment, switching between bright sunny days and cold and wet ones. They also played maudlin music in the shop on the “dark” days.

As the researchers predicted, the grumpier subjects scored significantly higher than the Pollyannas. It’s no surprise to me… as I’ve always said, if you’re not depressed, you’re not paying attention.  

Source: physorg.com. Bad mood, better recall, researchers find

Epic, tense drama, ripped from the pages of Ellroy… I’ve been punched in parking lots and have eaten in soup lines.. all under the palms..

A long december and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can’t remember the last thing that you said as you were leaving
Now the days go by so fast

And it’s one more day up in the canyons
And it’s one more night in hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven…i wish you would

The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it’s all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl

And it’s one more day up in the canyons
And it’s one more night in hollywood
If you think you might come to california…i think you should

Drove up to hillside manor sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her

And it’s been a long december and theres reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass

And it’s one more day up in the canyon
And it’s one more night in hollywood
It’s been so long since Ive seen the ocean…i guess I should