Tom Matlack

The League of Extraordinary Biologists

The Squealing Pig, on Smith Street in Mission Hill, is an Irish pub and sometime metal bar that shows kung fu flicks. It is also, on certain nights, a place where medicine’s biggest problems are solved. Three scientists from the…

Q to the Rescue!

Seventy-five miles west of the State House, between Worcester and Springfield, a huge reservoir built in the 1930s holds the water that ultimately gushes from Boston’s showerheads every morning. On the western shore of this 39-square-mile lake, the Quabbin, near…

In Larson He Trusts

Jeff Larson is back at work, which is saying something. In July 2007, the Boston hedge fund manager lost $1.5 billion in a matter of days, and it seemed he might never sell a security again. Larson’s crucial misstep: He…

The Row Warrior

In rowing, and especially U.S. rowing, the open-weight single scull is the loneliest event. Long considered the sport’s glamour competition, the single in practice is a slow, grueling affair undertaken by the very best rowers in the world. Few of…

The Best Hands in the Game

Kendrick Perkins’s left shoulder is sore and it’s two minutes to game time, so a silver-haired Russian man is kneading the 6-foot-10 center’s massive arm. Then the man moves down the bench to vigorously rub Paul Pierce’s left calf. The…