Jim Coan

There is no sugarcoating this: Climate change is going to be tragic.

I love jazz, the way individuals combine into an irreducible whole—unpredictable but coherent, a collaborative act of unbounded creation. When I see a good jazz combo, I see humanity itself.

What is a salamander without a cool, damp, shady place full of hiding space and things like worms and snails and slugs to eat? With its habitat? *

In 2019, in the Ciro Menotti Cemetery of Modena, Italy, a couple of 1,600-year-old skeletons were discovered.

Take death for a walk in your minds, folks. Either you'll die glad you did, or, keeling over suddenly, you won't be out anything. 

One of our body's chief concerns is with distinguishing between inside and outside, me from NOT-me.

Long ago, in the ancient year of 1975, two ambitious young scientists sought to apply the awesome power of SCIENCE to the study of LOVE. But a strange little senator from Wisconsin vowed to MAKE THEM PAY! Jim Coan presents: The Golden Fleece Award!