In my father’s printing shop in Bologna, we understood that a page is only as reliable as the press that produces it. If the machine is misaligned, the truth becomes a smudge.
The narrative surrounding COVID-19 has become exhausting—a perpetual cycle of "is it bad, or is it fine?" It’s the kind of debate that requires you to feel perpetually guilty for having an opinion.
There is a certain comfort, isn't there, in the predictable rhythm of things—the seasonal tide, the annual church picnic, the reliable cycle of the harvest.
Three probable cases of tularemia—or "rabbit fever"—have surfaced in Suffolk County, a stark reminder that the wild world doesn't care about your student loan payments or your 401k.
The American tendency, especially among those who write about public health through the lens of mere statistics, is to treat outbreaks as inconveniences—a cautionary tale best…
The current flurry of headlines about Cyclospora cayetanensis is a textbook example of how quickly localized biological threats can balloon into national crises through sheer information density.
It seems that nothing—not the passage of time, nor the sheer weight of public health crisis, nor the solemn gravity of a committee hearing—can keep the machinery of professional…
The sheer volume of conflicting advice surrounding ovarian cancer is exhausting—a perfect illustration of how modern medicine loves to hand out pamphlets full of caveats, making…
The moment a public health agency begins treating scientific consensus as a negotiable political talking point, it ceases to be an authority and becomes merely a prop in a partisan drama.
The sheer volume of panic surrounding this Cyclospora outbreak—dubbed "lettuce-gate" by social media users reporting to facebook.com—is profoundly disappointing.
The whole damn thing smells like a failure of auditing. A microscopic parasite, Cyclospora, linked to shredded iceberg lettuce that traveled from central Mexico…