Patricia and Paul Churchland (Philosophy, UC-San Diego) are profiled in this week's The New Yorker (Feb. 12). One tidbit:
"Paul, don't speak to me, my serotonin levels have hit bottom, my brain is awash in glucocorticoids, my blood vessels are full of adrenaline, and if it weren't for my endogenous opiates I'd have driven my car into a tree...Pour me a Chardonnay...." Paul and Pat have noticed that it is not just they who talk this way....
Not a linkable story, unfortunately, but Jonathan Rosen's appreciation of Alfred Russel Wallace--Darwin avant la lettre--is, here. (As Robert Bork said of a seat on the US Supreme Court, this week's New Yorker is "an intellectual feast!")
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