People say, ‘I’m going to sleep now,’ as if it were nothing. But it’s really a bizarre activity. ‘For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I’m going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life. If you didn’t know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you’d seen. They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be OK? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the ‘mind adventures’ got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren’t unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee. So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you’re in a science fiction movie. And whisper, ‘The creature is regenerating itself.
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George Carlin
(Not usually a George Carlin fan, but I always like tearing apart the most common things we do and re-amaze myself. Been doing that a lot what with the healing going on these last couple weeks.)
Do you ever get really excited about how amazing our bodies are? We work so well! We convert matter into energy! Doesn’t that sound so hard? It does, because it is, and we’ve been doing it since we were embryos. And then the stuff we don’t need, we expel from our bodies. That’s insane! Good job, intestines! Efficiency is key.
Our skin alone. Jeeze Louise. Thank god for our skin. Look at yourself! Thank your skin! It’s helping our organs stay in there.
Our eyeballs have eye sockets! Our ear holes have built in amplifiers! Our eyes have lashes! That’s nuts to me. It really is.
Here’s a picture of two babies in questionable floating attire!
I discuss this on a regular basis. The key, for me, is that we all have to poo. Kings, Popes, Queens, Celebrities, and me - we all have to use the facilities now and again.
Specifically, the team found that the reward centers in the human brain respond more strongly when a poor person receives a financial reward than when a rich person does. The surprising thing? This activity pattern holds true even if the brain being looked at is in the rich person’s head, rather than the poor person’s.
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These picture-perfect paintings of books make my heart flutter. I was looking for paintings related to books/bookshelves a few months ago and gave up. Both for lack of result and lack of the money. I doubt I’d be able to afford any of these, but it does give me hope if I ever need to find some again.
The world was remembering the Exxon Valdez ecological catastrophe that happened 20 years ago when drunken captain Joseph Hazelwood lost control of its huge tanker in the beautiful Alaskan wilderness.
It reminded me of Jessica Charbonneau’s project in my packaging class a few years ago. Jessica was using an existing black soap as an activist product to create an awareness campaign against the danger of oil water transportation. The product is called (in French) « I wash my hands» referring to Pontius Pilate and also to the attitude of the oil industry in regards to the oil spills. The campaign also acts as a reminder of famous oil spills like Exxon Valdez and Dona Marika’s. «…And I say to my self: what a wonderful world!»
FISHIE FISHIE FISHIE..
I don’t know if you like fish or not, some people find them slimy and disturbing. And I don’t know if you like innards, because some people find those also slimy and disturbing.
Just think of this as one of those plastic anatomy sculptures in science class. Clear so you can see the circulatory system and the major organs.
my friends amaze me, my cats adore me, and i believe in epic gestures.
a little curiosity never hurt no one:
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