This is a remarkable finding about maple syrup production. Instead of having to tap fully grown forests of sugar maples to acquire sap, botanists discovered you can chop the top off a sapling, tap directly into the trunk, and extract sap using a vacuum. Now instead of dealing with sprawling forests to make syrup, these saplings can be planted in dense plantations. The discovery was prompted by a simple question: is sap generated from the top of the tree or the bottom. I was going to headline with the photo of their new sap extraction mechanism, but it is too sad. I’ll take a maple syrup themed picture at some point. Also looking for their actual paper.
The future is worrisome. The past is too, and so is today, but the future contains the unknowns I’ll have to deal with, and I’m concerned.
There is plenty more to this story of humanity. So much more, from so many perspectives and lives, from sociology to ipsumology. These links are by no means complete or even correct, but you begin to create a picture as life goes. While the impact we desire to achieve and that which we can achieve both vary wildly, what remains consistent is that this is what we have made. We all have choices to make.
Coming up with the exact number, down to the hundredth decimal point, illustrating the “work units” for a given procedure is an admittedly thankless task. The image of the committee that emerges is less a gathering of angels, cloaked by some Rawlsian Veil of Ignorance, and more akin to a health care-themed Game of Thrones. Several RUC members I spoke to mentioned that the chairwoman often reminds the committee to “Put your RUC hat on.”
The Specialty Society Relative Value Scale Update Committee by Haley Sweetland Edwards.
Elements and birthdays have been intertwined for me since boyhood, when I learned about atomic numbers. At 11, I could say “I am sodium” (Element 11), and now at 79, I am gold.
The Joy of Old Age by Oliver Sacks. The article is alright. What is great is the popularization — recognition — of gaining age. As opposed to dreading and ignoring the last 40 years of our lives. Our culture avoids the past and silences the old.