Let Science Help You Reclaim Four Days of Your Life

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We all know that each day is filled with a variety of time-wasting activities that are necessary for us to be able to enjoy those brief, fleeting moments of freedom from such drudgery. So I thought I’d suggest something that you can do to reclaim four days of your life that would otherwise be devoted to the time-wasting activity of peeling hard-boiled eggs — and this is all due to the wonders of SCIENCE [0:36].

Of course, this looks like so much fun that you’ll probably invest those four reclaimed days by blowing eggs out of their shells instead of writing the Great American Novel or whetever else it is that you’ve been wishing to accomplish.


About GrrlScientist

grrlscientist is the pseudonym of an evolutionary biologist and ornithologist who writes about evolution, ethology, and ecology, especially in birds. After earning a degree in microbiology (thesis focus: virology) and working at the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center in Seattle, she earned her PhD in zoology from the University of Washington in Seattle, where she studied the molecular correlates of testosterone and behaviour in white-crowned sparrows. She then worked a Chapman Postdoctoral Fellow at the American Museum of Natural History in New York City, where she studied the speciation and distribution of lories and other parrots throughout the South Pacific Islands. A discarded scientist, she returned to her roots: writing. Formerly hosted by The Guardian (UK), she now writes about science for Forbes and for the non-profit think tank, the Evolution Institute and she writes podcasts for BirdNote Radio. An avid lifelong birder and aviculturist, she lives with a flock of songbirds and parrots somewhere in Germany.
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0 Responses to Let Science Help You Reclaim Four Days of Your Life

  1. Bob O'H says:

    Great theory, but I suspect I would waste more than four days by repeatedly scrambling around on the floor trying to find the egg I had just dropped.
    Oh well, I’m not eligible to write the Great American Novel anyway.