The fulcrum for the new method is shame. Explains co-developer and psychology professor Anna Chull, it’s in the nature of shame to be almost ineradicable from our memory and yet completely private. “Say you once rubbed a dog’s penis to see if it would get erect,” says Chull. “And say you kind of liked it. You’re not going to tweet about that. No. But you won’t forget it. It’s a perfect, entirely personalized security key.”

Fifteen-year-old Ely Dahlrang of Cunway, Oregon, says he was transformed by seeing his dad at work in 2012. “I always thought my dad hated my brothers and me, and all of that work stuff was just noise. But no, he really, really hates his job. I’m pretty sure that actually he probably doesn’t even hate us, it’s just that his life blows. So last fall when he asked me to rake leaves I didn’t ignore him or tell him to hire somebody.”

A research team from Priapanal Wealth Management and Upland Downs University has created a financial model that predicts the ideal time for a wealthy older male to discard his initial wife and remarry with a younger female. “This is a complex theoretical question,” said Professor Henry Gausee. “Not only do you have questions of financial […]

We’ve all had the experience. You’re standing in line to check out at a store. You have a box of pasta, say, in your hand. You’re late to pick up the kids, but you need the pasta for dinner, so you can’t bail. Your frustration mounts. You feel helpless. “Being in a line like that […]

A sociology professor at Upland Downs University has published a working paper arguing that terrorism saves lives. Gerald Singhe, the researcher in question, compared cities that experienced a significant terror attack with demographically similar municipalities that didn’t. He found lower murder rates, traffic deaths, and suicides in the cities that experienced terror in the year following an attack.

My own wanting had become less pure, less disinterested. Here was this woman who now glowed in my heart, like a smooth icon painted on old cracked boards. Was it leading me astray? I don’t know. This wanting could feel so promising—almost like a transcendence of my grubby life—take for example this car, with stains on the dash and the seats and the ages-old litter on the floor and the whine when I turn right that I’ll have to have checked someday. Why not seek something better? I was driving now. Toward 14 Amber Point.