Curse of the Typing

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[cock-holliday]

reinstalled shinigami eyes to take a look at the damage and it's so much worse than a year or so ago when i deleted it. virtually every intersex blog i know of regardless of how they feel about tme/tma is marked red unless they are especially vocal about liking it, countless trans men are marked red regardless of whether they are vocally inclusive, most who are marked green are either famous guys or are (somewhat) infamous for their transphobia and exorsexism if not also racism.

Plenty of transphobic cis folks are green. Virtually every trans-positivity account is red except for the ones who are unapologetically transphobic to at least part of the community. Countless trans women who vocally uses the term transandrophobia are marked red. Several trans women who dont even use the term but have at least on one occasion defended or sympathized with trans men are red. Several trans women who are bigender/NB/Etc with inclusion of any "male" or masc terms are red regardless of whether they seem to have anything to say about trans men.

It is BLEAK. I've been trying to remove reds and greens as I assess, but it is really really gross that it was a pretty well-known soft rule a decade plus ago that you didn't mark trans people red at all even if they were shitheads, unless they were actual proud terfs, because the flagging was guaranteed to isolate them from community.

Inability to assess risk and a total aversion to narratives that contradict what you assume to be the case for others is getting people into a lot of trouble.

Shinigami eyes is completely dead and less than useless, but since so many people still seem to trust it, I do not want people to keep getting flagged as violent evil transphobes cause they started identifying as genderqueer.

[noknowshame]

I know we’re all like lawless nonconformists but you really can’t be texting and driving. that’s one of the ones you’ve gotta listen to for real

[inner-muse]

Not even at stoplights!!! I know it’s so so tempting to just glance at your phone when you’re stopped, but there’s actually something called “distraction hangover” where even once you put your phone down, your brain is still processing the interaction and isn’t fully paying attention to the road for up to 30 seconds afterwards. So it’s still really dangerous even if you’re stopped when you look at your phone. If you need to check something on your phone, pull over.

[theperksofbeingahugefuckingcunt]

this especially applies to people with adhd. you know that symptom you may have heard of called “difficulty transitioning between tasks”? you don’t want piloting a ton or two of potential death to be the task you can’t mentally switch back to.

[twiststreet]

She got the idea for the study while walking with her advisor at Stanford to discuss her thesis topic, and the paper she eventually published in the Journal of Experimental Psychology in 2014 is sharp enough that it should have ended the seated meeting on the day it came out.

She ran 4 experiments on 176 people. Same person tested twice. Once sitting, once walking. The creativity tasks were the standard ones psychologists have used for decades to measure how good a brain is at generating novel useful ideas.

81% of participants in the first experiment produced more creative ideas while walking than while sitting. In the second experiment, 88%. In the third, 100%. Every single person walked into a more creative version of themselves. On average, people generated 60% more novel useful ideas the moment their legs started moving.

The skeptical question is the obvious one. Maybe it was the fresh air. Maybe it was the scenery passing by. Maybe it was the change of environment doing the work, not the walking itself.

Oppezzo killed every one of those explanations with one experimental decision. She put people on a treadmill facing a blank wall. No scenery. No fresh air. No environmental change. Just legs moving in place while staring at white drywall. The 60% boost held.

Then she ran the experiment that closed the case completely. She took participants outside in two conditions. Half of them walked through a Stanford courtyard. The other half were pushed through the exact same courtyard in a wheelchair. Same outdoor stimulation. Same scenery passing at the same speed. The only difference was whether the legs were moving.

The walkers produced dramatically more novel high-quality ideas than the wheelchair group. The outdoors did almost nothing on its own. The walking did everything.

She also tested the opposite kind of thinking. Convergent thinking. The kind where there is one right answer and you have to narrow down to it. Word puzzles where 3 words share a hidden fourth word that connects them. The seated participants did slightly better on these. Walkers got slightly worse.

Walking is not a general intelligence enhancer. It does one specific thing. It opens up the divergent search inside your brain. The part that generates options. The part that produces unexpected connections. The part that takes a problem and finds five ways into it instead of one.

When you need to converge on the single right answer, sit down. When you need to find the answer in the first place, get up.

The mechanism is now well understood. Walking selectively activates what neuroscientists call the default mode network, the system inside your brain that runs when you are not consciously focused on anything. The DMN is where mind-wandering happens. Where memories cross-reference each other. Where ideas that have been sitting in separate folders inside your head finally bump into each other.

When you sit at a desk and force yourself to concentrate, you suppress the DMN. When you walk at a natural pace, the executive part of your brain gets just busy enough handling the walking that the DMN comes online and starts doing the work that focus was blocking.

The most useful finding in the entire paper is the one almost nobody quotes. The boost did not turn off the moment people stopped walking. Participants who walked first and then sat back down stayed elevated. Their next round of seated creativity work was still significantly better than people who had been sitting the whole time. The rest lingered for at least several minutes after the legs stopped moving.

You do not need to do creative work while walking. You need to walk before the creative work. The brain holds the state.

Edited down a long tweet. (x)

[ashtarasilunar]

https://www.apa.org/pubs/journals/releases/xlm-a0036577.pdf

Pdf of the paper

[997]

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[teddy-tj-dore-jace]

Link to doc

[depsidase]

[fuzzy-oooze]

There's this really obscure forgotten DC hero named the Heckler, who's basically buggs bunny as a superhero, not having any powers or physically strong, but just really good at pissing people off until they accidentally deal with themselves.

Now they're interesting, but the REAL star of the show is one of his villains, John Doe the Generic Man, who's this guy in a stark white suit with flat pink unshaded, untextured skin with no features or anything who talks like chatGPT and has black text over his face that explains what he's feeling at the moment. That guy is fucking fascinating.

[what-even-is-thiss]

It’s kinda crazy to me how they discovered that hitting the ball with your head in soccer gives you a bunch of mini concussions and they banned that in kids soccer but apparently adults getting a bunch of small concussions in their day job is fine.

[what-even-is-thiss]

There’s a lot of sports out there that cause long term brain injury pretty regularly and we’re all just fine with this I guess

[taiey]

The curtains were blue because everything in the room was carefully colour coordinated, reinforcing the character’s stylish and controlled characterisation. The curtains were blue because everything in the room was a different colour, reinforcing the character’s eclectic and globe-trotting personality. The curtains were blue because the character is elsewhere established to hate the colour blue, subtextually implying that their deceased spouse was responsible for that decoration choice.

The curtains were blue because throughout their filmography the director consistently uses cool tones to mark moments of distance between characters. The curtains were blue to tie the events in that room into the broader oceanic motif of this particular novel. The curtains were blue because the assonance evoked a contrast with the following stanza of the poem.

Even the curtains looked expensive: floor to ceiling velvet drapes, in a flawless royal blue. She tucked the saucer up on the windowsill and tied back faded blue curtains with a loop of string. The narrow blinds were the same navy blue as the pinstripe suit of the man who served eviction notice that sent them to this office.

The curtains were blue because the author’s childhood home had blue curtains, which they discussed in their letters related to their feelings of comfort in that place. The curtains were blue because the author’s childhood home had blue curtains, which they discussed in their letters related to their feelings of grief in that place.

The curtains were blue as an allusion to the contemporary joke about literary criticism, an extension of the author’s autocritical approach that will be further discussed in section seven.

The curtains were red, as a pun on;

The curtains were read.

[npdclaraoswald]

A doll youtuber I watch has made a video about the history of Polly Pocket, and she's describing the plots of the dvd specials, one of which features an elderly woman named Ms. Throckmorton, and my reaction was

[bsaka7]

excerpts from erin in the morning's article on the ioc's ban on transgender women and sex testing policy

[only-knives]

To people struggling with anhedonia (partial or complete lack of interest or pleasure in things):

Your life still matters. No matter what's causing you to experience anhedonia, whether it's schizophrenia, depression, trauma, addiction, a personality disorder, etc... I'm grateful you're here, and I'm in this with you. Anhedonia sucks. It makes it hard to want to do anything at all - even live - since things that should ellicit joy don't anymore... or they do, but not nearly as much as it should.

The good news is there's so much more to the world than our experiences in this present moment. We never know what good things are waiting for us. We never know if something good we experience now, in this empty state, will be something future us can look back on and feel something good about it. We also may not know the positive impact we're having on the world around us, allowing others to feel positively.

The only way we get to find all that out though is by keeping on trying and staying here to see it happen. That's not easy, but I hope it'll be worth it for both of us. Neither of us have to go through this alone ♡ Have hope - even the smallest amount of hope can get you far.

[aceinthetrap]

Dynasty Flowchart (Extended) – Nüwa Hanfu

An ultra extended flowchart for identifying dynasties! Even identifying sub-periods of each dynasty. As always, this is a general guide ther

does the makeup look sad or happy? >>> goth & sad >>> middle tang dynasty [lmao]

[astrolotte]

Ngl the only reason the aroace hc for Grace is so popular is because strattland is a het ship and Rocky isn't humanoid enough for many people to feel comfortable shipping him. There's definitely textual support for the hc but lets be real here if Rocky was a conventionally attractive humanoid most people would ignore all of that. Just like with any other aro/ace coded character.

I love the headcanon SO much and I'm so glad it's a popular one! Finally I'm in a fandom where an aroace headcanon is loved!! But I can't deny that it's only because a lot of people don't like the other options available.

[crispy-ghee]

There's a book that we had in our house growing up that I was obsessed with as a kid. It was just called "PAKISTAN: PAINTINGS BY LIN YONG AND SU HUA" and it was an art book of 100+ paintings/sketches by two Chinese artists who travelled thru Pakistan in 1978 and 1981, a sort of travelogue of their trip, and to little-kid me, it was some of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. I have no idea why we had that book, but I would stare at it for hours, and it made me wish I could draw/paint/do whatever it was that these artists had managed to do.

Anyway, we've moved house a bunch of times and I lost track of the book and haven't seen it for probably two decades now. But I think about it now and again, and had struggled to find it over the years, but I finally, finally got my hands on a copy of my own and i want to cry haha

I was afraid that maybe the art isn't as good as I remembered, being just a kid and all, but I cracked it open and nope, it hits me just the way it used to. Maybe even more now. It's so fucking pretty. Have some random pages:

[crispy-ghee]

Sure! Have some more portraits from the book

[inkskinned]

i'm going to tell you a secret now, and you're going to think the secret doesn't involve you, but it might.

first we must understand: there isn't a "wrong" way to be queer. i know this and you know this, we both understand this logically. the secret is that i still feel i'm often wrong in my queerness, somehow.

for a long time i identified as bisexual. i heard it a lot, then, about how to be queer the right way. i had multiple partners imply that i would eventually "choose" another gender. i was constantly inundated with requests for sexual favors. my queerness wasn't taken seriously by either straight people or other queer people - the assumption was that my queerness was temporary. even when i began exclusively dating women: when i called myself gay, i genuinely received hatemail about how the word gay was reserved for real queer people, not for bisexuals. i was invited to the party, essentially, but i wasn't invited warmly.

even now i see it. that any "straight appearing" couple is, in some way, not being "queer enough." that bisexuals shouldn't speak about their own queerness, that would be taking up too much space. that to be a real queer person, you must have some kind of list of (usually sexual) credentials.

so maybe that is where i learned it.

i've been out as a nonbinary lesbian for a while now; but i wonder about this a lot. i wonder if i would have figured it out sooner if i'd felt less pressure to act a certain way. heteronormativity versus my own community. maybe it is that i am on the spectrum but - there are moments where it feels like i'm not doing gay the right way. i think it's an observable truth that there are people who are more accepted in the community. that the community does shun others while still paying lip service to "diversity." that there is a visible in group, and an invisible out.

in part i know i do not "look" nonbinary. in part i know i do not "look" gay. yes, i know this is not technically a thing i am supposed to say - i am supposed to remind you that gender and sexuality has no true appearance. but this also just... isn't my lived experience. i know people do not look at me and see "they/them," and i know people do not look at me and see a lesbian. i lack a certain type of aura, i suppose.

and i want to have that, desperately. i want it to shine out of every pore of me. it just doesn't.

maybe it's because i was not raised with the same cultural touchstones that seem to pervade the constant narrative of what queerness "looks like." no i have not seen the L Word nor really any of the "queer media" legacies, but thank you for suggesting them to me. no i don't really know how to do carpentry. no i was not on a softball team - i did ballet, actually.

and i just do not have the same interests as often pervades every "queer event" in my locality. with all due respect, one can only do so much drag-bingo-brunch-drinking-trivia-comedy.

it is as if other queer people - cooler, more interesting, doing it correct effortlessly - are behind a glass door. i am allowed to watch. i am allowed even to be in the room. i just always feel like i'm a strange visitor, and unwelcome to it.

for the record, i want queerness to be bold and brassy and wild and free. i want rainbows and banners and shouting. i want us to remember the names of every person who worked for our freedoms, and i want us to do so loudly.

i go to these events and i can't help but feel: they're very lovely, but somehow, they're not for me.

i love being gay. i just got home from a 4-day "date" with my girlfriend. and still, i don't know. i'm not being gay correctly.

[serpexnessie]

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