I am so fabulously lucky. This little plane, while a total extravagance, has the fuel economy of a Holden Commodore and allows me to train in Sydney on fellowship and still get back regularly to support my wife in Port Macquarie who is providing legendary obstetric and gynaecological care here.

Morning brain melt.

Nearly everything in life has a negative Poisson ratio. You stretch it, it gets narrower. Think rubber band.

But what if things had a positive Poisson ratio? Then things get weird.

youtu.be/vrOjy-v5JgQ

can twitter mutuals reskeet this so some of our other buddies can find me? here’s a treat for your troubles