nextian: From below, a woman and a flock of birds. (history: perry say whut)
From Facebook: [personal profile] nextian has just found a reformation-era How Come? book. "Wherefore is it, that old folkes sneeze with more pain then young?" "How comes it that Eunuches are so extreamly moyst?" "Wherefore is it, that a dog of all other Animals, remaines lynde or fastned within to the female after coupling, without being able easily to unloose, and undoe?"

It's true, you guys. I HAVE. It is the greatest thing I have ever seen. The best part is not the (AMAZING) questions I have posted above, but the questions that I remember from my first How Come book:

Q. FRom whence comes it that pictures to the life seeme to regard us, upon what side soever wee goe?
A. This same proceeds from our mooving, in as much as wee take no regard to that, but only to the picture; neverthelesse perceiving that there is a mooving in one action; wee attribute through errour of the sences, to the aspect of the picture, neither more nor lesse, then doe those which are sayling within a boate, they thinke it is not the boat which goes and remooves, but the shore of the water, the houses, and the trees, which they looke upon.

PS the answers to the first three questions are:

1. Because they have the conduits of their nose more shut, and more straight, and as it were taken and clos'd together.
2. In that their seed which they cannot thrust out, or consume by naturall heat, so well as perfect men, spreads through all their
bodies, and are moyst excessively, by which they have their cheeks blowne up, and their Paps great even as women.
3. Alexander Aphrodeisea saith, the cause is, that the bitch in her native waies is very strait, and the verge of the dog,
being swolne within, by the Ebullition of the spirits, he is hardly able to withdraw it after the coupling.

I seriously have to share this with the world. I'm dropping the enormous index in a comment. Pick a card!
nextian: From below, a woman and a flock of birds. (rage: make some noise)
From this month's Scientific American:

(NEUROBIOLOGY) Punishment for Harmony: Punishment may explain why most people live together in relative tranquility, according to the behavior of twenty-three male students who played an "ultimatum game."

The article then goes on to explain that not only is the sample size unbelievably pathetic, what happened to give this impression is that the person being punished had neural activity in regions associated with threat and impulse control.

PSYCHOLOGY, YOU ARE NOT A REAL SCIENCE. DON'T FUCKING TAKE NEUROBIOLOGY DOWN WITH YOU.
nextian: From below, a woman and a flock of birds. (Default)
The toxins in scorpion venom are called scyllatoxin and charybdotoxin. Scientists are such dorks.

[Poll #983105]

Pee ess, my mom couldn't answer that question. Just to clarify.
nextian: From below, a woman and a flock of birds. (Default)
My NaNo novel is going to be called Slicing Light.

I don't know why, except for that I think calling a chemical a "photolyase," or lightcutter, is amazing ingenuity.

(Also, found out today that the full meaning of the name drosphilia melanogaster is "dark-gutted fruit-lovers." I love biological taxonomy. ^^)
nextian: From below, a woman and a flock of birds. (Default)
What is there that is the "same" about all butterflies? The mapping from one butterfly to another does not map cell onto cell; rather it maps functional part onto functional part, and this may be partially on a macroscopic scale, partially on a microscopic scale. The exact proportions of parts are not preserved; just the functional relationships between parts.

and

The book now in your hands contains roughly the same amount of information as a molecular blueprint for a lousy E. coli cell.

God, I love this book. *glees*

(Gödel, Escher, Bach, by Douglas Hofstader.)

(Also, not quite GIP. I love gettyimages.)
nextian: From below, a woman and a flock of birds. (Default)
Things I Done Learned Good In My First Week of School

1. Wearing a bright pink hat with fake diamonds around the rim gets attention more effectively than almost anything else. It also creates a lasting impression. Unfortunately, wearing said bright pink hat to a meeting with your boss at the synagogue should be avoided at all costs.

2. Five minutes is a perfectly acceptable span of time in which to eat lunch.

3. When your chemistry teacher has you figure out the number of atoms in a pencil dot with no other help but a really sensitive scale, it should be taken as a sign of his intense coolness. Any intimations on his weeksheet along the lines of "Please write all homework on a separate sheet of paper or carve it into a grain of rice" are just confirmations.

4. Similarly, when your genetics teacher actually decides to experiment without certain knowledge of the outcome in front of the classroom and try to extract carrot and banana DNA for you even though it might not be possible, it should be taken as a sign that she is an excellent teacher and should be encouraged. Especially when she forgets the ice, and then the detergent and has to substitute hand soap, and uses meat tenderizer as a protease. Because, damn, that's my kind of teacher.

5. Keeping notes in a notebook in very neat handwriting with a special vocabulary symbol and a table of contents may be entirely alien to one's nature, but in a weird masochistic way, very satisfying.

6. This doesn't prevent one from writing the complete text of "Now is the winter of our discontent" in the margins of the notes on DNA extraction, however.

7. If possible, my friends have gotten more awesome over the summer.

8. On the other hand, I seem to have finally hit adolescence and am yelling at my parents and believing that nobody understands me.

9. When a pretty boy wears one's pink hat of schizophrenia to French class, this is not a sign of metadom. It is just very cool. Really.

10. It is not physically possible to take three music classes at once in the same slot, as much as one may want to. Also, our school does not secretly issue time-turners for this purpose. Hoping for such an option is entirely fruitless. Asking the music teacher will garner only weird stares.

11. The Reconstruction was not the Reformation. They are two very different time periods. Mixing them up will provide strange, strange ideas and should not be attempted. Even if really very funny.

12. Knowing random tidbits about chemistry and history from reading far too much makes your friends think you are much more on top of a class than you are. For example, knowing that H2SO4 is sulfuric acid will be taken as a sign that you understand AP Chemistry. This is a false assumption.

13. Drinking café mocha when on the verge of a panic attack is stupid. Being on the verge of a panic attack on the third day of school is even more stupid.

14. Wanting to be best friends with two fictional characters would probably be more sick if one of the fictional characters was not a direct interpolation of one of your close friends anyway. Also, Lien and Meligot are love.

15. Jaynestown is hilarious, Shindig brilliant and swordfighty, Safe heartbreaking, and Our Mrs. Reynolds endless quantities of lesbian loooooove.

16. Seriously, why couldn't Inara and Saffron have had sex?

17. Dammit.
nextian: From below, a woman and a flock of birds. (Default)
I'm fascinated by the effects of insanity and memory loss more than anything else in the world, if you look at my writing: what would happen if no one could dream and went sane? What's the inside of a monomaniac's life like? What's this BPD roleplayers engage in, and how does it spill off into my characters as well? What is memory loss and under what circumstances would it be reversible? Would one retain the emotional impact of a time about which one had lost one's memory, since one would remember remembering?

I've written stories about all of them. The only set of stories that have nothing to do with madness and the mind are the ones about death, in one way or another.

They're connected: the loss of information, of what makes someone a person. Either life or mind.

There's a reason A Wizard's Dilemma (confronting death) and A Wizard Alone (confronting madness) are the most powerful of those books to me; also why tragic death appeals to me, I suppose, since it gives meaning to the last meaningless thing, namely death.

What is loss of meaning, and is it preventable? Or is "entropy still running", and always will be?

This isn't new, or creative, or groundbreaking at all. But it strikes me as interesting that I've been writing about information loss all my life without really realising. So that's my greatest fear. Seems to make sense.

--Also I suspect this musing was prompted by the title of the CD I'm listening to. Sic transit gloria.
nextian: From below, a woman and a flock of birds. (Default)
I've been thinking about hydrogen fuel, and how to isolate hydrogen from (say) water. As it stands it's a hell of a job. But I was walking with our enviromental teacher in class today and he mentioned that the Native Americans used to throw "manroot" (the root of wild cucumber) into rivers to deoxygenate them.

What's left over when H2O has the "O" taken out of it?
That's right. Hydrogen gas.

So are any scientists exploring wild cucumber roots in their search for reliable hydrogen fuel?

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