Friday, July 30, 2010

great job, brains. we did it!

I came across this article today and it has set my imagination AFLAME. I'm also going through a "dying inside" phase due to too much internetting and feelings of extreme frustration with my present house-bound circumstances. So anyway, here's more internet, and more thoughts based on internal communication. I'm wallowing, cool?

The title of the article reads "Good Connection Really Does Lead to Mind Meld". It basically summarizes a study where test subjects' brain patterns were recorded during conversations, it goes like this:

"When two people experience a deep connection, they’re informally described as being on the same wavelength. There may be neurological truth to that...
... They found that speaking and listening used common rather than separate neural subsystems inside each brain. Even more striking was an overlap between the brains of speaker and listener. When post-scan interviews found that stories had resonated, scans showed a complex interplay of neural call and response, as if language were a wire between test subjects’ brains."

That's about as far as the study went, and one of the researchers mentions that they want to study further why some people fail to communicate.

Of course, the place where my mind went was "SYNCHRONIZED MINDS, FEELINGS OF CONNECTEDNESS CONFIRMED, WE WILL ALL SOMEDAY BE TELEPATHIC". I prefer to think of things within their most funnest capacities.

I firmly believe in sharing wavelengths with people, or, being on the same "level" as others. I don't think it's always a permanent thing, but I think that, as people ebb and flow through experiences and growth, the people who they connect with at various times must share some super cool brain synch thing. I also think that we're all aware when we lose such a connection, or we should be. There are some people who, after years of being apart, can reconnect without missing a beat. There are others who once shared an intense connection, who suddenly feel distant – awkward conversations and uncomfortable tension. Obviously a lot can contribute to emotional disconnections, or maybe, misconnections. I think that in some cases strong emotions can blind one to such synchronicities. I think that love usually lends itself to the strongest connections, and love can be so fickle in it's various strengths and endurances... attraction, admiration, adoration, respect, trust, lust, passion, infatuation, obsession... and then of course the opposites of all of those things that usually result from some form of rejection... anyway I'm getting off point. My point is that I think that these feelings of synching up with someone, even if it's brief, and especially if it's long term, aren't imagined. I think that they're for real and that we'll understand them way better in the future. This article has mildly confirmed that.

Maybe it's only a matter of time before this part of the brain is more comprehensibly understood, and maybe someday these areas could be enhanced or stimulated to create forreal telepathy. BETAZOIDS. WE'LL ALL BE BETAZOIDS.

That's Lwaxana Troi. She's a Betazoid. I'm a nerd.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

the universe explained

Consider this:

Most of the universe is made up of gas. Stars are burning gas. The next time you light your fart on fire, you're basically creating an ass star, brief though it may be. Maybe the universe is actually just a series of cosmic farts. Maybe every time we fart, we are sending a new galaxy off into the universe.

I just blew your goddamn mind.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

apocalypanties

It was the year 2035, and things were just settling down after a busy and incomprehensibly destructive apocalypse. Fundamentalists had all been whisked away in their respective raptures, and the remaining survivors were breathing relatively freely now that there was nobody around to tell them how shitty they were all the time.

As life resumed and homes were rebuilt using pieces of charred cereal boxes and copies of Twilight XXI: The Thirst for Poo, all of the anticipated po-apoco issues arose one by one. Looting, lawlessness, zombie handling and reintegration, fire and explosion management, roving motorcycle gangs, hairdo confusion, Kevin Costner's gills, birth control, rebellious robots, illicitly replicated dinosaurs, nuclear fallout, pending alien invasions, and perhaps the greatest detriment to human civilization: bad attitudes. While everyone generally agreed that things were nicer without the fundamentalists, an overwhelming amount of the surviving population remained fairly pessimistic about life, something that the future historians eventually dubbed as society's "apocalypubescent phase".

Naturally, the most pressing of issues was food, and the eating thereof. Initial attempts at gardening only resulted in radiation-mutated man-eating flowers and vegetable gardens. This plummeted humankind's morale even lower, as the plants also indulged in loud and windless rants, detailing point-by-point how people had ruined everything and deserved to become extinct. The initial warrior-harvestors soon became so despondent during their annual autumn reap-fests that they returned to their apoco-villiages with slow dragging heels and unbearably gloomy countenances. They were eventually barred from reentering their communities, as the clever chiefs knew that allowing such downers to infiltrate would be disastrous to their future survival. Nobody likes a downer :(

So, yeah. Food was low. The first to empty were the supermarkets, then the restaurant kitchens, then food supply warehouses, then mormon cold storage rooms. When everything, from ding-dongs to "Grandmother Hatch's Famous Tex-Mex Salsa", appeared to be gone, society was left with a choice: battle the demoralizing, vicious and monstrous radi-gardens, or eat each other. It wasn't long before previous-friends started seeing each other as t-bone steaks and roast chickens, and it was at this time of awful cannibal consideration that a hero stumbled into light with some great news.

Warehouses. Full. Of edible underpants.

You can probably imagine the exulted joy that the survivors felt upon receiving this news. Not only because they were hungry, but also because most of them had run out of clean underpants. So the new age of civilization began upon the currency and incredible value of these piquant panties. As it happens, there were ten thousand such warehouses, and seeing as how there was only about 500 survivors, they were set for generations to come. Even once the radiation thing had settled and zombies had mastered the entertainment industry, society was entirely content with the seemingly infinite varieties, styles and flavours of these delicious, slightly erotic, and oddly indestructible briefs. At long last, there was peace in the world.

And that, dear children, is why we are celebrating today. On this, our Independipanties Day. The hero who discovered our plentipantiful future, as you all know, was Bill Pullman IV. Let us bow our heads and give thanks to the Gods of PlentiPanties.