My friend count is linked to my small amygdala?

Friend Count Linked to the Size of a Certain Body Part? [STUDY]

"It’s all in the size of your amygdalae, small almond-shaped portions of the brain nestled within the temporal lobe, say scientists who conducted the study using 58 participants. They concluded that the amygdala’s size can predict just how social anyone will be, regardless of age or gender.

"Could it be that all our extensive Facebooking and Twittering is causing our brains to evolve further? On the other hand, perhaps correlation doesn’t necessarily mean causation. After all, another study showed we’re only capable of handling 150 Facebook friend  anyway"

I guess this means I have a small amygdala. Maybe my brain has advanced beyond complex social structures to be disgusted by them. I don't handle 150 Facebook friends. In fact, I really don't handle Facebook at all. I pay more attention to Twitter, where I can follow personalities who cover topics I'm interested in, such as the Royals, Missouri Tigers, or just sports columnists such as the good man Joe Posnanski and the fiery Gregg Doyel. It's not that Twitter is better, it's just better for me... more inoffensively selective. Anyway, read the whole article.

I'm Not A Connoisseur: Middle Sister Mischief Maker

Scroll down to listen to Fleet Foxes - Ragged Wood before you read. The last half is the best part, but it wouldn't be worth it without listening the whole way through.

Rating: 74/100

Tonight I'm taking down some of a bottle of Middle Sister Mischief Maker, which is a Cabernet Sauvignon* from California. Middle Sister is specifically from Santa Rosa. I somewhat regret buying this wine as it seems a little emasculating. Unfortunately I try to keep my price point at about $10 a bottle, because I'm cheap. As a result, when I buy at my very local liquor shop, the selection becomes very limited. I do however enjoy Cabernet Sauvignon, so I'll just ignore the femininity of the label and get on to the wine.

Never Let Me Go Left Me Wanting

After reading such raving reviews, and seeing phrases like "Edge-of-your-seat mystery," I suppose I was going into this expecting Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro to be a gripping read. That's not what I got at all. It's about some kids brought up in a boarding school, and slowly and methodically more and more details are revealed by the author. Very methodically.

I wouldn't say I struggled to get through this, because I read it relatively quickly relative to myself. I thought it was a little too drawn out. The beginning was quite slow and there wasn't any quick connection to the characters, but overall Ishiguro did a good job of introducing a new element at just the right time to keep you reading. By "just the right time" I really mean if it was any later, I would have been pretty frustrated.

I kept reading though and by the end of the book it feels as if you grew up with the characters and it was a more rewarding experience than I would have guessed I would have had after the first 50 pages or so. I suppose would give this about a 3 of 5. Honestly though, it wasn't much mystery as to what was going on, and it really didn't seem that profound. It was a decent read, and left me touched by what these characters endured, but not to any notable power.

I'm Not a Connoisseur: Ironstone Old Vine Zinfandel

Rating: 84/100

I'm Not A Connoisseur: The Velvet Devil

Rating: 50/100