I am a freak.
But not such a freak that there isn't a name for it. Google "Marcus Gunn jaw wink" if you want to learn more about it.
Somehow, knowing that it's common enough to have a name makes me feel better.
"What a noble animal is man, splendid in ashes, pompous in the grave..." --Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682)
The U.S. military has been studying the suicide rates of it's members and one of the aspects being looked at is the occupation held by people who suicide. A basic summary of the results of studying possible relationships between occupation and suicide in the military can be found here. According to the study the most suicide-prone job in the military is:
French horn player
Yeah. I suppose if my job was to blow on a horn I'd eventually want to kill myself, too. At least whistle blowers can have some sense of purpose in life from what they do.
LifeLock's scheme costs Experian millions of dollars every year in processing large numbers of improper initial fraud alerts, mailing mandatory notices to consumers, and providing free credit reports to consumers who are not eligible for such reportsThere are also, apparently, other reasons why Experian is not happy with what LifeLock is doing, too.

The Army also has been working to stem the stigma associated with getting therapy for mental problems, after officials found that troops are avoiding counseling out of fear it could harm their careers.It would be interesting to know the specifics of how the army is trying to reduce the stigma; if its efforts are limited to the spouting of propaganda it's unlikely to work.
The world's oldest woman died recently at the age of 114 and the thing i wonder about the most is what she did with her time the last decade or so of her life. Did she read? Gossip with the other residents of the nursing home? Meditate? Watch television? It's rather unlikely that she went skateboarding.
Last week i spent in West Virginia on retreat and most of the time involved me sitting around with my feet propped up, reading a book about Druids. I had hoped to spend a fair amount of the time hiking around, exploring the land, but various issues made that infeasible though it was possible to take a short walk past the cow pastures toward the end of the week. So lately i've been thinking a fair amount about time and my relationship to it. I'm nowhere near reaching any conclusions, except perhaps that i seem to waste a great deal of it playing games on the computer. I plan to do less of that, but i'm not sure that that is going to make me more efficient at getting other things done; sometimes it seems like the most appropriate thing to do is to do nothing, really.
Now they're more careful. Once they've met each other, they shut down the site and switch to e-mail and cellphones. You need a lot of searching and hunches and luck to track down these people.Perhaps it's naive of me to ask this, but rather than hunt down people who clearly don't want to be found, wouldn't it make more sense to figure out what it is about the present cultural conditions there that inspire so many to suicide and to change that?