The last couple of days have been a bit of a dud.  Probably more than the last couple.  But the last couple were me sitting in front of this keyboard, the file from the the book that I needed to work on was open on the screen, the blinking cursor more or less mocking me for not typing.  Then there would be a burst of 7 or 10 words, then nothing for another how ever long.  Some days that’s all one can do.

There are two clusters of headlines in my “Health” feed, one that is amusing, the other less so.  The first story was about a Swiss study just released that concluded that men’s beards are, for the most part, swimming with disease and are a breeding ground for microbes and germs that are harmful to humans.  The study concluded that if you captured a feral dog that had lived its entire life in a toxic landfill, and you used that dog to scrub all the toilets in your house, that the fur on that dog will have no where near the number of microbes found in the average hipster beard, which beard, much like the average hipster himself, is composed primarily of fecal matter and infectious bacteria.  Which is hilarious, because most of the hipster girls I know with beardy boyfriends are spectacularly germophobic.  Fortunately hipsters cherish irony above all else, so they should find the situation amusing.

The second item was about something else swimming with disease, but something that I value far more than hipsters.  Researchers in Israel have found that petting zoos are home to numerous dangerous antibiotic-resistant bacteria including two strains that cause foodborne illnesses and urinary tract infections.   Which is just lame.  I can do without hipsters, but I’m really rather fond of petting zoos.

N.P.: “Obsession” – Animotion

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