Readers,

I’m off to bury my head in the snow with my kids for spring break, but I wanted to re-rerun a fan-favorite essay from a couple years ago.

It’s very, very easy to feel impotent and overwhelmed with everything that’s going on, but as much as this essay reads pretty, pretty bittersweet after hundreds of thousands of civil servants and humanitarians were laid off, it remains true that you do not need to be a brain surgeon or doctor without borders to give a shit.

Behind every brain surgeon is a legion of nurses and admins, behind every mRNA vaccine a phalanx of grant writers and lab techs, behind every safe streets policy or free school lunches or electric school bus grant stands a community of unhinged parents, underpaid teachers, and other community advocates who simply believe we should prioritize all kids.

We exist to help you answer the question, “What can I do?”

Decide what you give a shit about and how you want to show up — whatever your location, resources, or skill set — and we’ll put you to use ASAP.

In the words of Jimmy V: never, ever give up.

— Quinn

Originally published October 2023

If we want to unfuck the future, we’ve got a hell of a lot to figure out.

But who do we need — what lived experiences, what education, what resources, what skills — in order to figure it out?

Let’s back up, some context: we’ve already invented most of what we need to build.

And yet — there are some things we do still need to invent. Or at least improve on, or at least understand better, or…at all.

I have shared recently more of the madness behind how I think about how to think about what’s next.

One way I categorize fundamental pieces of the future is like this:

This is basically the funnel through which most ideas and technologies pass, from soap to clean steel to both fission and fusion, cell-cultured meats to mRNA vaccines, solid-state batteries to GPT’s, immunological treatments and CRISPR.

Most of it fails. Uh, why?

How do new technologies, medicines, etc. proceed through that funnel?

It usually starts from basic science research (radioactivity, DNA) and the proceeds, if successful, towards drastically more specific applications for known problems (vaccines, bed nets, solar panels, wastewater epidemiology).

Of course, we simply don’t get the latter without heavily investing in the former, however less sexy and/or profitable basic science may be.

Similarly, research funding varies dramatically across disciplines, usually depending on the addressable market, from cardiovascular drugs to obesity drugs to more rare genetic diseases or kids cancer.

Anyways!

Imagine the best minds thrown at a problem — a necessary problem, one in need of answers, like right meow.

Imagine that with all of this, we still can’t crack it.

Not only can we not crack it, but the best minds seem to agree — broadly — that the more we do find out, the more we’re made aware of how much we don’t know, and further, what we don’t know about what we don’t know.

This is the brain, mostly.

I’m not even talking about brain cancer or CTE. I’m talking about the absolutely herculean efforts required just to understand how it works on a day to day and minute to minute basis, full stop.

Meanwhile, you don’t have to be some bleeding-edge researcher to understand how much we need our brains, to have and love someone affected by some sort of brain injury or disease. It can make the rest of us — standing outside the research but intimately tied to its progress — feel pretty impotent.

We really need to solve for X.

It’s 2023, so surely a supercomputer could help us plumb the depths of gray matter. Here is an example from just this week, courtesy of the Wall Street Journal, of such a device:

But there’s a catch. Here’s the first crazy part:

22 billion drug molecules. An hour. Ok.

Ready for the catch?

A full day.

To process.

A tiny sliver of the brain.

Yes sure this supercomputer can improve climate change forecasts and maybe also operate its own robots (?) and one of those is great(?)

But let’s come back to the brain.

Here is a very small sliver of the many fundamental things we don’t know about the brain:

Folks, our biggest, baddest supercomputer is Paul-Rudd-in-Wet-Hot-American-Summer-exhausted at the idea of processing even a sliver of the human brain.

About seven years ago (give or take a decade), I had a debilitating months-long streak of what one of the world’s best neuroscientists thought was migraines, but couldn’t be sure.

Couldn’t be sure?

When I asked her what, at least, might be causing these episodes that made it feel like my brain was on an 18th century whaling ship, or how I could possibly relieve them, she — the very best we’ve got, a wonderfully kind, curious, engaged and empathetic human being — shrugged.

Why did she shrug? Consider:

Then again, AI is here kind of and in some cases might be jumping right past supercomputers:

(Vox documented recently why weather apps are seemingly so bad, so this is good news.)

Will we similarly crack the brain? Um, maybe?

The closest comparison in complexity is probably bacteria and more specifically the gut, which you guessed it, we basically don’t understand, so maybe specifically isn’t the right word here.

Sure, we’ve understood bacteria enough for the last 100 years to discover and save a gazillion lives with antibiotics, but one, we used too much, and two, bacteria outdates us by a lot and will outlive us by just as much. Bacteria will be the last thing standing on this desolate rock as the sun goes red giant, and then white dwarf, consuming everything up to Mars or so.

Not that incredible people aren’t working to understand the whole microbiome and even — considering everything above, this seems outlandish — how the brain and gut connect and interact.

Is it a one way street? Two way street? Are there intersections? Or round-abouts? Is there a street at all? I don’t know, of course. I am an increasingly ancient liberal arts major who lives to ask questions of people a billion times smarter than I am.

What about you?

Do you know how long people used to live? Not long.

Do you know how many kids used to die? Most of them! Most!

We didn’t use to wash our hands. We used to dump poop and dead bodies upstream of our drinking water (or at least, somebody else’s) and then not wash our hands after we did it. We used to think storms were acts of some sort of angry god. We thought we were the only planet. Then we thought the sun orbited our planet. Then we thought we were the only solar system, the only galaxy, and so on. Stephen Maturin liberally dosed his seafaring patients with mercury (and himself with opium and cocaine). Bloodletting was a thing, as was astrology and the humors.

In the year of our lord two thousand and twenty three, Cat Bohanon wrote 596 incredible pages describing how the female body actually drove 200 million years of mammalian evolution because we were/are too sexist to have considered that the biologically child-bearing half of our class might be the half that literally made the species what it is today.

And we’ve come a very long way on the brain, too. For example, functional MRI’s are amazing, and we know concussions are a nightmare.

And yet the more we know, the more we know what we don’t know.

Here is a question I have seen in a few places that will screw with you:

“What if the brain can’t understand itself?”

(Also, what is matter made of? And further, how the hell did we evolve from non-living matter? Did viruses start at the same time? Why does time seem to only go forward? How is consciousness? Why are there two different sandwiches called Sloppy Joe’s?)

(Here’s another all-time favorite: What makes you you?)

Enjoy, you’re welcome, good luck.

Here is why I bring all of this up today:

It’s easy to think that unless you are a neuroscientist, a neurosurgeon, a neurologist, a neuropharmacologist, a psychiatrist, someone studying to become one of these, or a gut scientist like my friend Gautam who is linking up with brain people to ask even bigger, harder, more consequential questions, you’re really not going to contribute to meaningful progress on how we understand the brain.

But that would ignore, just to start, how this research is funded.

To say that it takes a village would be a monumental understatement, from program officers to grant managers, to lab techs and grad students, undergrads and support staff.

And it’s this way for most fields.

It’s really, really important we figure out as much as we can about the brain, and how it interacts with the gut, what causes and treats Alzheimer’s, or whatever else. Vitally important.

It’s easy to feel like whatever contribution you can make might not play a significant part in that journey.

I have felt that, I get it, and it’s wrong.

Sure, self-awareness is key and it’s the real reason we all constantly ask the question, “How can I help?”

Not just because we are Shit Givers at heart, but because we already know our limitations, and they can make us feel pretty goddamn impotent when the shit hits the fan.

If you are someone who is interested and capable of becoming a scientist, doctor, or elected official, go do it. That’s incredible. I’m here for it.

But I’m certainly not one of those people.

When my grandparents had dementia, when my cousin and late friend had cancer, when my cousin and uncle had A.L.S., when everyone was stuck at home because of COVID, and a million other days, I, too, stewed in my thoughts and emotions, asking over and over “What the fuck can I actually do about any of this?”

The best answer is, of course, “What CAN you do?”

Because you can always show up. There are always action steps.

You can always raise money for care; you can volunteer for a clinical trial; you can (almost) always give blood. You can always run a race with or host a lemonade stand for a reputable organization who is raising money for pediatric cancer research.

You can recruit, campaign for, and get elected candidates who have had brain cancer or abortions, who have suffered from a lack of health insurance, or who were emergency room doctors, or all of the above.

You can always buy air purifiers for local classrooms (leaning on research that’s already be done), even if you don’t have kids.

You can always yell at your city council to subsidize induction stoves for low income renters, to remove the lead from your pipes, to build bike infrastructure and charge out the ass for parking, and to apply for that fresh federal electric school bus money.

If you’ve got the cash, you can get a Mill bin and then invite your friends over for what they think is a dinner party but is actually like one of those old-timey Tupperware parties where you are mostly extolling the many virtues and co-benefits of reducing food waste.

You can get solar and advocate for a gas ban; you can interrogate your company’s mission statement, product lines, and supply chains, even if you are a “solopreneur”; if you know your way around a hammer you can help build affordable housing; you can contribute to disaster relief around the world; you can play your flute or other instrument at a dementia care community; you can bring your golden retriever or rescue whatever to say hi to sick kids.

There is so much you can do.

But most impactful work we can do to get there is often the most basic and pragmatic, attacking today’s known weaknesses and opportunities to raise the baseline, to make sure everyone has bootstraps, to make sure scientists and inventors and ethicists on the frontlines of the future don’t spend all of their time writing grant proposals, to make sure teachers aren’t paying for their own classroom supplies.

If you don’t have a lot to give but you do really want to give, giving a tax-exempt church or a progressive senate candidate in a die-hard red state (or die-hard blue state) your hard-earned cash is going to go way less far than donating to a local school board race, buying a single bed net, or giving it to a specific teacher through DonorsChoose. It’s just math.

We can do all of these things at once, and none of us has to do it alone. Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell you there as many of us as there are synapses in the brain — I’m not that bad at math. But as Dr. Tobias Fünke once put it — there are dozens of us. Dozens!

We can dream of a wildly imaginative future at night and and spend our days laying the bricks for a real one that our kids and other people’s kids and their kids will actually experience. Where every brick matters.

Wouldn’t that be nice? To live to see the fruit of our efforts? So maybe the youths won’t be quite so mad at us?

You can always show up, you can always take action, you can always use your unknowable brain and perfectly-understandable heart to move the needle to do better better.

— Quinn