I have the most violent changes of preference. I can never gradually begin to dislike or tire of something. It’s always this instant repulsion.
Maybe I’ll go play that one game toda—BLEEGHSFFSPURRLGGAFFLUHH
I have the most violent changes of preference. I can never gradually begin to dislike or tire of something. It’s always this instant repulsion.
Maybe I’ll go play that one game toda—BLEEGHSFFSPURRLGGAFFLUHH
It’s a requirement for the year 2012 that I see Langhorne Slim at least once.
This is a scan of a page in the January 2012 issue of National Geographic. In particular, it’s a page from an article about twins, and there’s a section in the article about two identical twins, John and Sam, who have both been diagnosed as autistic, but inhabit wildly different points on the autism spectrum. It’s really interesting to think about these boys who share the same genetic makeup, yet express very differently a disorder that is considered to be largely hereditary. John and Sam (and many other similar stories) have prompted some researchers to examine the role that epigenetics (variability in expression of the underlying genome) plays in autism. In the case of John and Sam, John needed to undergo heart surgery at a very young age (less than four months) and was on antibiotics for a long while after the procedure. Thus, in that crucial developmental period, John and Sam were in radically different chemical environments. How much of a role this could play in gene expression and, in turn, what role this could have in the development of autism are still very much unanswered questions, but they are promising lines of scientific inquiry.
Also, John and Sam are my brothers, and I think this is an absolutely adorable picture of them.
That awkward and uncomfortable moment when you feel so passionately about something and someone you care for and respect disagrees with you.
Definitely going to need to start (for the millionth time) a private tumblr or something because I feel the need to write freely about things which are on my mind where I can still get opinions from people (that aren’t so closely tied to my life).
I’m a little too excited to be heading to Barnes and Noble tomorrow afternoon.
File this under Things I need to reference to myself on a daily basis
(via noseclams)
Still from Lars von Trier’s Melancholia.
Friedrich Nietzsche writes:
In some remote corner of the universe, poured out and glittering in innumerable solar systems, there once was a star on which clever animals invented knowledge. That was the highest and most mendacious minute of “world history”—yet only a minute. After nature had drawn a few breaths the star grew cold, and the clever animals had to die.
One might invent such a fable and still not have illustrated sufficiently how wretched, how shadowy and flighty, how aimless and arbitrary, the human intellect appears in nature. There have been eternities when it did not exist; and when it is done for again, nothing will have happened.
I’m not going to lie; I read the plot summary for Melancholia and I thought it was probably the most pretentious and self-important thing I had read that day until this Nietzsche quote was referenced with it.
Lotsa thoughts.
I’m pretty positive I was previously a cat or something.
I really just want to be held right now…I need to feel close to somethi-GET AWAY FROM ME I HATE ALL EMOTIONS AND I AM ANGRY FOR NO REASON.
A 1 in 5 chance to represent the North Carolina American Water Works Association chapter at NC State and the state of North Carolina itself at a competition/symposium in New Orleans in the summer?
Let’s kill this, senior design project group.
I haven’t been eating lately. I mean, I’ll have a few snacks and eat half of what’s in front of me, but I have neither finished a meal nor had all 3 designated meals in a day for quite a bit of time. I’m not sad/angry/other bad emotions, I’m not sick, and I’m not making a conscious decision to NOT eat. I have no idea what’s going on.
(by Niiiiiiiick)
There have been times when I think we do not desire heaven but more often I find myself wondering whether, in our heart of hearts, we have ever desired anything else. You may have noticed that the books you really love are bound together by a secret thread. You know very well what is the common…
Emotions are kind of wonky-ish.
At least I’m much better at controlling/pacifying them now.
I think my resolutions for 2012 are fairly simple in nature: