Umm, how are we doing on disease monitoring and vaccine awareness/development right now? (Not that I’m actually worried about bird flu in the scheme of things. International financial crisis seems more likely at the moment.) —Signed, little miss sunshine.
Let’s call it the Jaws Conundrum. My odds of being attacked by a shark are about 1 in 11.5 million. The odds increase proportionally if I 1) go in the water; 2) go in the water with an open wound; 3) go in the water with a open wound while wearing an oleaginous seal costume; 4) go in the water with an open wound while wearing an oleaginous seal costume and dancing to “Leader of the Pack.” Eliminating one or more of these will substantially reduce my risk of being attacked by a shark. So what’s the conundrum? Just as there will always be that guy who brags about raw-dogging a peek into the solar eclipse, so there will always be that guy who simply cannot circumvent a body of water, be it a puddle or the Pacific Ocean, without donning his oleaginous seal costume. And even that guy may one day grow up to be president of these United. States. (Ah well: Not my monkey, not my circus.)
Umm, how are we doing on disease monitoring and vaccine awareness/development right now? (Not that I’m actually worried about bird flu in the scheme of things. International financial crisis seems more likely at the moment.) —Signed, little miss sunshine.
Let’s call it the Jaws Conundrum. My odds of being attacked by a shark are about 1 in 11.5 million. The odds increase proportionally if I 1) go in the water; 2) go in the water with an open wound; 3) go in the water with a open wound while wearing an oleaginous seal costume; 4) go in the water with an open wound while wearing an oleaginous seal costume and dancing to “Leader of the Pack.” Eliminating one or more of these will substantially reduce my risk of being attacked by a shark. So what’s the conundrum? Just as there will always be that guy who brags about raw-dogging a peek into the solar eclipse, so there will always be that guy who simply cannot circumvent a body of water, be it a puddle or the Pacific Ocean, without donning his oleaginous seal costume. And even that guy may one day grow up to be president of these United. States. (Ah well: Not my monkey, not my circus.)
Love. Thank you.