One of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen: a standing ovation for the full Daraxonrasib results
I feel inspired and energised, to put it mildly — we have a targeted therapy for pancreatic cancer now, and nothing is undruggable anymore
A farmer buys a young cock. As soon as he gets it home, it f*cks all the farmer's 150 hens. The farmer is impressed. At lunch the cock screws all 150 hens again.
The next day it's f*cking the ducks and geese too. Later he finds the cock lying on the ground half-dead with vultures circling overhead.
The farmer says, “You deserved it, you horny bastard!” The cock opens one eye, points up, and says, “Shhhhhh. They’re about to land!!”
1977 World Series Game 6: DiMaggio throws out the first pitch to Munson. What a memory
I love how Howard Cosell had to point out where Joe DiMaggio was at the pitcher's mound. He was 62 (almost 63) years old there. You could feel the presence of "The Yankee Clipper" right through the TV.
Lucerne is the kind of Swiss city that looks almost too perfect to be real.
It has a medieval bridge, snow-capped mountains, church towers, and a lake so calm the whole place feels frozen in time.
Carlos Whittaker did a 7.5-week no-screen experiment and the results are wild.
No phone. No TV. No laptop. No watch. Nothing. He even got his brain scanned before and after by a neuroscientist.
The outcome? His cerebellum healed years worth of damage in just seven weeks. His cognitive memory score jumped from the 50th percentile to the 99th percentile of adult men in America. He said he felt like a completely different human, sharper, clearer, more alive.
This one stopped me in my tracks. I’ve been feeling the scroll fatigue hard lately, and hearing someone actually measure the difference with real brain scans is next-level motivating.
Our constant screen exposure might be doing more quiet damage to our brains than we realize. Sometimes the simplest reset (doing less) creates the biggest upgrade.
Have you ever done a serious digital detox? Would you try one this extreme?
2.4 million babies are alive today because of one man. An Australian railway clerk who was scared of needles his entire life and somehow gave blood every two weeks for 64 years.
It started in 1951. James Harrison was 14. He was lying in a hospital bed. He had just lost one of his lungs in major surgery. The operation took three hours. They closed him up with 100 stitches. He would spend the next three months in that bed. The only thing keeping him alive was strangers' blood, and he needed almost two gallons of it to make it through.
His father was sitting next to him in the hospital. Reg Harrison was a blood donor himself. He told his son the truth: he was only alive because strangers had given their blood. Right there in that bed, the 14-year-old made a promise. The day he turned 18, he would start giving blood himself. He would pay them back.
Two days after his 18th birthday in 1954, James showed up to give his first donation. The nearest donation center was a couple of hours away in Sydney. He took the train. Every two weeks. For 64 years.
About ten years in, doctors found something rare in his blood. An antibody called anti-D. It could stop a disease where a pregnant mother's body attacks her own baby in the womb. Before they figured this out, thousands of Australian babies were dying every year. Doctors didn't know why. Mothers were losing one pregnancy after another, with no idea what was killing their children. James's blood was the cure.
He gave blood 1,173 times. Of those, 1,163 came from his right arm and only ten came from his left, because he was terrified of needles. Had been ever since that surgery as a kid. For 64 years of donating, he never once watched the needle go in. He looked away. Every single time.
More than three million doses of medicine were made from his blood. The Australian Red Cross says he saved 2.4 million babies. Some of those were his own grandkids: his daughter Tracey got the same injection when she was pregnant. She told the Red Cross her father had "left behind a family that may not have existed without his precious donations."
A railway clerk. Scared of needles. Born in a country town called Junee in 1936. Died in his sleep on February 17, 2025, at age 88. He never met the people he saved. Those babies grew up. They had kids of their own. And most of those millions will never know his name was James Harrison.
A scared railway clerk kept 2.4 million children alive just by showing up every two weeks for 64 years. You have no idea what your life will mean to someone you haven't met yet. You can't see it from where you're sitting. James Harrison couldn't either. He just kept showing up.
A man at my dad's company retired after 41 years.
Quiet guy.
Never missed a day.
Nobody really knew him.
During his retirement speech he pulled out a folded piece of paper and said:
"I've carried this in my wallet since 1987."