Flying thoughts

Whatever I think is interesting and should be shared around.

[cpericardium]

hey everyone "I" have something to show "you"

[cpericardium]

[cpericardium]

[moonlightingcurse]

And this is hard, anyway, because I can’t take any meaning from the text.  Ophelia’s just singing nonsense songs.

[dawg-in-me]

[allsteddie]

Steddie where they meet somewhere around their mid/late 20s and Eddie is convinced he's started dating a single father.

Steve is always talking about the kids. About driving them to school and taking them to doctor appointments or trips. It's sweet, actually, how devoted he obviously is to his kids.

There's Dustin, who Steve is always driving everywhere and bragging about how smart he is. And there's also Max and Erica, his girls who have Steve around their fingers.

And, well, maybe Steve is young to have three kids already, but who's Eddie to judge?

But then Steve is mentioning a Lucas too when he talks about his kids, and a Jane, and okay now Eddie is kinda freaking out. He's been trying to give Steve space and time, to let Steve set the pace and decide when he wants to have the 'do you wanna meet my kids?' conversation, but Eddie can't help but blurt out, "Babe, how many kids do you have?"

Steve looks at him funny, as if Eddie is not making any sense. "What do you mean?"

"You've already mentioned at least five different kids. Is there any more?"

"Oh, they are seven in total."

Seven. Seven fucking kids. How the hell is that even possible? Steve is twenty-six!

"Jesus, how old were you when the first of them was born?"

Understanding glints in Steve's eyes and he laughs so hard that Eddie is a little offended. Who wouldn't be a little frantic after finding out their new boyfriend had seven kids?

"Do you wanna meet them?" Steve asks suddenly, unable to hold back a grin.

An hour later, Eddie finds himself meeting not a bunch of kids but a bunch of grown adults, well in their 20s too, who are very nice and cool but also extremely protective of Steve.

He gets seven shovel talks that day.

[gamejoypod]

Amaury "Chocolate Guy" Guichon is undoubtedly an extremely skilled sculptor in chocolate but I think my favorite thing about a lot of his videos is the effort he puts into putting actual dessert food under the sculpture work

So many of his desserts & pastries have at least 5 layers of different textures & flavors. Fruit jams, caramel, cake, creams, mousse, cookies, meringue, crumb layers etc

That's what makes his work truly impressive to me, especially as someone who quickly got tired of the "knife that turns everything into cake" thing, where it was all basic chocolate cake buried under 13 layers of fondant

It takes amaury's work from an impressive stunt to "if I ate that, it would probably be the best thing I'd eat in my whole life"

[ladycels]

Took just shy of two months, but my dragon in goldwork and silk is done :)

Gotta paste the back and then get it framed still. But pretty happy with the stitching.

[loveridden1999]

"they've had intercourse" "i know that i'm asking if they've kissed"

[loveridden1999]

i think abt this a lot

[byjove]

Everyone makes fun of the millennial overpriced burger restaurants but the worst part is that they got you hooked on some bullshit and promptly shut down because their polycule broke up or whatever. You’ll never get to eat the caramelized onion apple parmesan sex bomb burger again. And it was $23 and good.

[jeniferprince]

I've got a crush on you 💘

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[alien-slushie]

Jason: I love this place. *shoves a peice of fudge in his mouth*

Dick: Let me try- *reaches out but gets his hand smacked* Ow! Stingy!

Jason: You have your own food. *eats more* Oh my God, I would marry whoever made this fudge!

Dani, popping up from seemingly nowhere: Really~? Because hes single!

Dick: *snorts loudly and chokes on his cake*

Jason: Woah-uh I was exagger-

Dan: Dani get over here and help me fill the display!

Dani: Make Danny do it! I'm trying to get him a boyfriend!

Jason: Wai-

Dan: He's making the Smith's 9 layer wedding cake! He's only one with the patience to decorate that monstrosity, you have to help me!

Dani: But Danny's going to be alone forever if I don't help him!

Tim: Wow. *munching on some chocolate-expresso candied popcorn*

Jason: Look, kid, what I said was just an exaggeration! I don't actually want to-

Danny: I heard yelling. *walks out of kitchen with flour on his apron, hot pink icing on his cheek, and really bad eye bags*

Jason: Ooooh wow *blinking rapidly*

Dan: Dani isn't helping me set up the display cases!

Danny: Okay, Dan, you don't have to get angry, deep breaths bro. And Dani, please help Dan? I'll give you an extra week off as soon as wedding season ends, I promise.

Dan: Fine.*starts doing some breathing exercises*

Dani, immediately cowed: Sorry Danny, I'll get to work.

Danny: Thanks. *gives her a greatful smile before heading back into the kitchen.*

Dani: Sorry for bothering you sir-

Jason: Whats his name? His phone number? How do I get to know that God of a man?!

Dani: *shoots Dan a smug look* Well~

Dan: Oh great. *rolls his eyes*

[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)

[frostedmagnolias]

Fancy dress ensemble: Marguerite de Valois

c. 1875-1885

pink-rose, cut and uncut pile-weave silk (velvet); gilt passementerie; faux pearl and gilt passementerie; off-white linen bobbin lace; gold-yellow, satin-weave silk; silver-gilt embroidery; off-white, plain-weave silk lining; boning

by House of Worth

Wadsworth Atheneum Museum

[readingworldwanderer]

You may think the phrase "He's just a little guy" comes from internet memes, but you would be wrong.

The true origin of the phrase belongs to celebrated author Tamora Pierce, in her 1983 novel Alanna: The First Adventure, when Gary says, "Still—what can Alan do for you? He's just a little guy"(49).

Thus, whenever we say of someone or some creature that they are "just a little guy," what we are really saying is that they are a short redheaded knight-in-training with some sort of Gender going on who will kick your butt given half a chance.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk. May we all be the little guys we wish to see in the world.

Pierce, Tamora. Alanna: The First Adventure. New York, Random House, 1983.

[anasabdin]

Night melt

[thatderangedfox]

looking at the mating habits of actual deer i think itd be really funny if when a nara is interested in somebody, they start getting really combative and its really weird for everybody around them to have these chiller than chill people suddenly up in arms and trying to pick a fight over every little thing (esp if youre an object of interest to their object of interest) and its because theyre trying to show off their prowess to the person they like

[catasters]

[mermaidenmystic]

At the Lily Pond by George Edward Robertson (British artist, 1864-1920)