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Brain Power

Scarlett and I paid a visit to one of our favorite doctors, Dr. Steve Finkbeiner, in his lab last week. Dr. Finkbeiner works at UCSF’s Gladstone Institute and is the inventor of robotic microscopy, which is a huge step for modern drug discovery. He’s also just an all-around nice guy, who lets me stop by and bother him, even when I bring a 4-year-old who is still wearing her fairy costume from that day’s Carnevale party at school.

The first time we visited the lab, Dr. Finkbeiner and I chatted about research developments while Scarlett was spirited away by an assistant to make a “neuron” out of styrofoam and pipe cleaners. This time, she stayed with me in the office, manhandling the doc’s extensive collection of toy brains. He has one real brain in formaldehyde that I think is fascinating, but Scarlett was far more interested in the gooey, wind-up brains, and would not stop touching them.

I asked the good doctor to show me which part of the brain is responsible for impulse control and at what point it becomes developed in children. Short answers: The Front Part and Not Yet. Read More>

A Night Out

The ALS Association invited me and Rob to a dinner on Friday night. They had a research summit in San Francisco last week, so we were prepared to dine with scientists, doctors, and researchers, many of the great minds hard at work on the problem that is ALS.

Rob and I don’t go out a ton. We tried to do date night for a while, but our idea of a truly relaxing night is sitting on the couch, drinking wine and watching Breaking Bad. I never wear makeup to sit on the couch and watch Breaking Bad.

Putting on makeup is an interesting challenge these days. I can still do it alone, but it’s shaky. I usually end up with mascara in several places that don’t involve my eyelashes, and I keep a pack of baby wipes in my bathroom to correct all of my mistakes. I don’t think the average person would know that upon looking at my face afterwards, and I’m content to keep doing it solo for now. It’s become almost meditative, more artful than it ever was for me. Slowly, slowly painting. Taking breaks for cramping fingers. Putting on the face of someone who wants to project strength, health, and the illusion of sleep-filled nights. Read More>