WH Correspondents Dinner Rescheduled
Trump, who was swiftly evacuated from April gala after incident, confirmed his attendance at summer event
It's worth taking another shot at the dinner.
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WH Correspondents Dinner Rescheduled
Trump, who was swiftly evacuated from April gala after incident, confirmed his attendance at summer event
It's worth taking another shot at the dinner.
actually queer people can do all 7 sins this month, not just pride
Just don't do Sloth first. Then you'll never get around to the other six.
I think this is probably right, though I have to do a shout-out dishonorable mention to Roger Taney, the Chief Justice of the United States who authored the Dred Scott decision, which pretty much guaranteed there'd be a Civil War (there might have been one anyway, but this pretty much made it a certainty).
Beating Not Just Their Wings
Study finds activity is not harmful or caused by stress of captivity – and is in fact more common in wild birds
"An investigation into acts of self-pleasure among parrots and other birds has reached a climax, with the results providing welcome relief for vets and researchers, not to mention the birds themselves."
That's what I call a nut graf.
Advice on Endings
I hate ending my stories. I will drag a story on long after it should have ended even though I know it should be done with. If anyone else struggles as well, here is a list of the different types of endings that are common.
Full Circle – Mirror the beginning of the story, show how the tone has shifted from start to end
Bittersweet – Character wins at the cost of something else, creates emotional depth
Emotional resolution – Focuses more on the growth of the characters than the events of the story
Twist – reveal something that changes the readers perspective or understanding
Open – doesn’t answer all the questions or solve all the conflicts of the story, leaving room for interpretation
Quiet – Subtle, reflective ending rather than a dramatic event
Sacrifice – The character has to give something up to achieve a greater goal
Hopeful – Despite the events of the story, there is a distinct sense that everything will be okay
Consequence – Shows how the characters choices throughout the story impact the world or their relationship
Character choice – centers on a decision that defines who the character has become through the story
You forgot Happy Endings.
That's when one character at the finish lends a hand to another.
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.
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My problem is that I have way too many good ideas. I need to be carried everywhere in a sedan chair to slow my brain down.
"I knew I should have used more sunscreen."
idk why people are still trying to do "hear me out"s on tumblr
you could talk about wanting to fuck the space needle on here and people would still call you a poser for insisting on fucking "conventionally attractive architecture" as if that's a coherent, easily-recognizable category
I want to fuck Antoni Gaudi's unbuilt Hotel Attraction skyscraper design
"hear me out" and it's a picture of the most fuckable building you've ever seen. c'mon now.
I thought that actually got built in northern Spain.
You know, the "Bilbao Dildoes"?
Describe this mood in one word.
Serenity
"YIKES!"
(There's no railing, the chair is a foot from the edge, and that first step looks like a doozy.)
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Clickbate?
What in the goddamn. That's hilarious but what in the world
In case anyone has forgotten:
I would have gone with "Shut up, you Nazi fuck," but that's just me.
Could you personally navigate a cross-country road trip, door to door, without your electronics (phone/computer/tablet/etc)?
Yes
No
The real answer is that today, no, I couldn't. I mean, I could (and indeed, I did in 1990), but the infrastructure for non-electronic information isn't there anymore. I drove with a stack of maps in the passenger seat, including my bound Rand McNally USA atlas, plus more detailed state and local maps from AAA.
Tech is also making me stupider. I used to pour over the maps and decide what my route would be and memorize it. I'd use the odometer to estimate when the next turn off would be. I can't do that anymore because I'm completely out of practice -- GPS has made me its bitch.
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the collection grows!!!!!
Don’t forget this one.
The pear caveman one always gets me. @thealphapigeon you always make me laugh when I need to
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast.
"why can't they just be friends?" not in the homophobic sense, but in the "in your need to center romance in everything you are missing the whole point of the media in question" sense
Why can't they be friends who also fuck? Whatever you and your friend share as a common interest is worth pursuing together: going out for Thai food, taking in a game at the ballpark, going to the visiting exhibit at the local art museum, stuffing your faces with each other's genitals. It's all good, as long as you mutually choose to share.
French people when you call it bukake and not "nut a la visage" and shibari instead of "corde attacher l'submissive"
Pisse? In le pantalons???
Mon tabarnak j'vais te décâlisser la yeule, câlice!
Les Français, c'est une drôle de race. Ils se battent avec leurs pieds et baisent avec leur gueule.
the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself
And I found it came back when I had a child, and I started seeing the world through his eyes. I started reading the books I had loved to him, and we found more that were new. I gave him things that were mine (like the Childcraft bureau that my mother and I had painted together before I was even 10). My wife and I took him to see Tivoli in Copenhagen when he was 9, just as my parents had. I could go on and on and on about connecting his childhood to mine, and which in turn will give him the same opportunity with his children, should he choose to have any.
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Police said it happened near Pitt and Delancey streets in Manhattan close to 6 p.m.
Two bad only one of the fuckwits is now out of the gene pool.