radarchive:(via kari-shma)
this reminds me of the castle that prince eric lives in from The Little Mermaid
The brain is not, as the brain trainers like to say, a muscle. It is a mix of fat, water and proteins driven by electricity and chemicals called neurotransmitters. The plasticity of the brain means…
“Nancy Andreasen offers four suggestions to which you should allocate 30 minutes a day — choose a new and unfamiliar area of knowledge and explore it in depth, spend some time meditating or just thinking, practise observing and describing things, and practise imagining. This is quite a punishing workout but it makes perfect sense and, unlike the Nintendo DS, it does seem to describe a better way of life.”
robgonemild:inothernews:antoinetta:bohemea:
Roseanne Cast - Entertainment Weekly 10.31.08 by Williams Hirakawa
I love how they have both Beckys.
“Obama is officially the first YouTube president—you know, if you doubted it for some reason with 1800 videos uploaded and over 110 million views. He will be the first president to post videos of his weekly fireside coffee talks on YouTube in addition to the traditional radio format, which goes back to FDR, who used the medium to directly address the nation as he steered it through the Depression and WWII. Indeed, some pundits are calling the Obama administration’s use of the web the “internet-era” version of FDR’s fireside chats.” (via:gizmodo)
Obama truly is the president of the modern-era society. It’s nice to finally see an actually good and practical use for Youtube beyond the typical videos of people getting brutally injured and then having a giant “FAIL” stamp placed on their face.
Lectures and notes from old classes, for you motivated ones out there.
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Ren and Stimpy was such a trippy show, I almost can’t believe that I watched it on the daily as I was growing up. Jesus.
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we fly balloons on this fuel called love.
I want to sprint through this room at full speed and hear all the rubbery, echo-y bumps as they bounce off one another.
Is it possible for one cup of coffee to ruin my day? In this case, yes. I haven’t had much coffee the past few weeks (compared to the daily cup or two in the morning plus some redbull in the afternoon that I used to consume regularly) and it has been a rollercoaster. I noticed my body starting to balance out, no more cracked out Alli having to transition into dead-tired Alli at the end of the day.
Well for whatever reason, today I decided I’d have a cup of coffee—strong coffee—that my co-worker made. Chyea… big mistake. The rest of the day I felt the effects. I was so cracked out that my hands started shaking, my heart felt like it was going to shatter my ribcage. My mind was racing. I was stressed out.
Anyway, I was antsy and weird pretty much the rest of the day. I didn’t sell anything. AND when I finally left work at 7, La Jolla Blvd was backed the fuck up with dead stop traffic. I felt like I was on the 101 in Hollywood during rush hour. Fortunately I had methods of keeping myself entertained.
Then I came home and did absolutely nothing. I sat on my ass at my sister’s house and watched TV, ate dinner, chatted with Chuck who posted up a good song today (re-blogged below by chuckhage.tumblr.com)
All in all if I had to rate today on a scale of 1-10, it was… a 4.
PS: Fuck caffiene.
