Drug use

The side of my take-out coffee cup (sorry, Earth!) says

FRESHLY ROASTED LIQUID INTELLIGENCE

I'm not a fan, philosophically speaking, of drug use: my reasoning therefor (and sometimes / oncetimes excuse) includes something about our bodies being complex enough to experience as it is, such that modifications to perception add unnecessarily confounding variables to the experiment of self-perception (or perhaps awareness or remembering, depending on, I think, only your preference for terminology, or perhaps more hard-wired bias); but, a little caffeine seems to go a long way toward an statistically-significantly increased a.m. productivity, even leaving me a few minutes to blog between journal club presentation and lunchtime seminar.

Yes, that was one sentence. This round to you, Bill.

Someday I will be able to hop into that state whenever I want, or need, to. Turning up Hammerklavier for an hour before anyone else arrives at our shared lab/office will be enough to guarantee a factor of two rate of typing speed, conceptual organization and matlab coding.

Alas, not today. Mmm, tasty liquid intelligence.