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I tripped across an old video for one of my favorite songs today. It brought me straight back to high school and some formative outtings with my buddy Ben. I’m roughly 60 days short of 40-years-old and fighting hard to heed Billy Bragg’s warning that “nostalgiafree video poker how to play backgammon no deposit bonus online casino 888 no download casino play roulette craps game black jack download american roulette play video poker baccarat free casino game no download online casino free money on line casino wagering roulette online online casino betting free online casino slots free craps best casino roulette gambling internet casino gambling uk best casino online full pay video poker no deposit casino code best craps game black jack tournament best online casino site craps online game newest online casino free slots no download play blackjack online free dueces wild video poker black jack gambling online video poker game free casino cash no deposit video poker tutorial play free video poker how to win at black jack mach-zehnder modulatorcasino roulette casino guide how to win at roulette rules of craps casino game online real money backgammon baccarat casino online free video poker game play free video poker video poker odds video poker tournaments is the opium of the age,” but there’s just no denying Elvis Costello’s “Watch Your Step” forкомпютриonline casino me:

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I often ponder how folks come to choose their research or occupational pursuits. What motivated Bill to pursue a career in proctology? At what age did Sam decide he wanted to spend the rest of his working days filtering raw sewage? Did Rebecca’s ancestors also show a predisposition for stuying the optic nerves of Lebanese cows? Don’t get me wrong… I think it’s great that there are people in the world who are willing, or excited, to do research or hold jobs in fields that I don’t personally find desirable. But that doesn’t keep me from wondering how they came to love (or at least tolerate) what they do.

To illustrate my point, I offer Dr. Charles Roselli, a researcher at the Oregon Health and Science University. Dr. Roselli has taken a lot of unwarranted heat over his research into why some sheep are homosexual. I encourage you to read that article as it’s far more interesting than this absurd blog post and raises interesting questions about the worth of the “global news cycle,” the same news cycle that I believe is willfully misused by political parties to spread misinformation about their opponents.

But aside from all the controversy, I just can’t help but ask myself, can Dr. Roselli point to the exact moment in his past when it became painfully obvious that studying the sexual preferences of goats was his calling?