“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”—
I was feeling awful the other day and a magical text appeared from Mike Finkel with part of this quote out of the blue.
But I have 229 followers, and I want to thank you guys for following, reading, liking, reblogging, and entertaining me during my work days. I’m sorry if I post LOADS during the 9-5 days, but that is because work is quiet at the moment. Still, I hope that a few of my posts entertain you, or in some way contribute to your day, and thanks for the follows.
Williams Syndrome is a rare genetic disorder that causes mental deficits, but also a hypersocial personality. People with Williams Syndrome don’t just love to interact with other socially — they seemingly have no social fear at all, and they’ll talk to just about anyone, happy, sad, angry, black, white, etc. And now a study shows that apparently they’re the only humans who don’t form racial stereotypes. The rest of us, no matter how anti-racist we are, can’t entirely bypass our evolved responses to people we perceive as belonging to a different group than us. Neurophilosophy:
Earlier work by the same group of researchers has shown that hypersociability and lack of social fear in individuals with WS is associated with reduced activity in the amygdala in response to social threats, and to reduced interactions between the amygdala and fusiforn face area (FFA). The amygdala is well known to be involved in fear, and the FFA, as its name suggests, responds selectively to faces. These two structures, together with the prefrontal cortex, are normally thought to encode race information, and it has been shown increased FFA activation is associated with viewing same-race faces.
All of this suggests that the apparent lack of racial bias in children with WS occurs because of reduced activity in the amygdala and FFA and impaired interactions between the two, which causes the threat signal normally elicited by someone from a different social group to be diminished.
Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846. John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946. Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860. John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960. The names Lincoln and Kennedy each contain seven letters. Both were particularly concerned with civil rights. Both wives lost their children while living in the White House. Both Presidents were shot on a Friday. Both were shot in the head. Now this is interesting… Lincoln’s secretary was named Kennedy. Kennedy’s secretary was named Lincoln. Both were assassinated by Southerners. Both were succeeded by Southerners. Both successors were named Johnson. Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808. Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908. John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln was born in 1839. Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy was born in 1939. Both assassins were known by their three names. Both names comprise fifteen letters. Booth ran from a theater and was caught in a warehouse. Oswald ran from a warehouse and was caught in a theater. Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials. And here’s the kicker, A week before Lincoln was shot he was in Monroe, Maryland. A week before Kennedy was shot he was with Marilyn Monroe.
We’re not what we were
Nor are we what we’re going to be
So where does that leave us right now
Except gloriously unaware of how this will turn out
I’ll be careful with you
If you leave your light on for me
My wandering heart
Is freer in your proximity
And if you can’t rely on me
Then that makes me exactly half the man
That I’d like to be
And I don’t wanna let you down
No I don’t wanna let you down
So I’m gonna buy you a house and a dog
And I’ll try to stick around.
josh pyke, “don’t wanna let you down”
i am going through another josh pyke love-in. this man puts words together like few others, and when he sings these words in his lovely honest voice, the earth orbits the sun in a perfect circle. true story.
“Approach a song such as ‘Love Story’ or ‘Fifteen’ with an open heart - playing it loud, over headphones, say while running through the park at dawn- and the impact is so redemptive and affecting, you might be moved to wonder why you ever grew up at all.”—
Elle Magazine Article on Taylor Swift.
Sometimes I play “You Belong With Me” pumped high on the way to Williamsburg on the L train in my skinny jeans and headband and dirty converse voraciously not smiling and wonder if everyone else is also and just saying it’s the Dirty Projectors. I doooo.
“I don’t care if people talk through shows. They paid for their ticket; they can do what they want. It’s not a church. But the appropriateness of chatter is all about context. There is a time and place for listening, for capturing every word, every nuance, every motion on stage. But this isn’t the case for a lot of popular music today, which, by incorporating dance beats, disco beats, Afro-beats (or whatever), lends itself to a party, where people should drink generously and talk loudly. It’s a good thing. For a songwriter like myself, the audience can be overwhelmingly attentive. I don’t tour often and my songs have a lot of words (and very little “four on the floor”), so I understand wanting to hear everything. I don’t create a party vibe. But honestly I don’t always like the standing and staring zombie look I get from the stage. The reverent, respectful posture from a crowd can be a bit overbearing. I would rather people lighten up, get drunk and have fun. The whole enterprise of music is about celebration and exhibitionism. Crowd chatter, catcalling, shushing, drunken revelry – all that noise allows for the public to participate. This is the era of exhibitionism. We are entitled to it.”—Sufjan Stevens (The Independent) (via fuckyeahsufjanstevens) (via jonmtm)
you should know that i had a pretty ace time last night. mr internet is back in london, jenny owen youngs is fierce, alex berger is adorable, and i extended my maccas run radar to leicester square. fun was had in the form of strategising ways to reclaim front row, yelling out backing vocals, making new friends and discovering new tunes. i don’t want to say too much, but i think you and me are gonna get along just fine if we keep on this way, d’you know what i mean?