From Mindspillage

I usually take a book to the gym with me (because half an hour not going anywhere is otherwise tedious). Not log ago I brought Micromotives and Macrobehavior, by Thomas Schelling. Which turns out, with its library-reinforced binding, not to lay open very well on the elliptical machine's magazine rack, so I grabbed something else from the primarily-ornamental shelves in the apartment clubhouse—The Genius Factory, by David Plotz, about the ill-fated Nobel Prize sperm bank—and read that instead.

I picked up the Schelling again, and after reading a few pages past where I'd left off get to a chapter entitled "Choosing Our Children's Genes".

Looks like I wasn't traveling very far from my starting point either way.

Originally from the old blog, in 2007.

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