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Just finished watching Haibane Renmei again for the first time in over 10 years. It was like a show that came out of the blue and hit so hard out of nowhere at the time, and years later with all the loss and suffering i have been endlessly struggling with since then... as always, i have no words.
MegaTokyo: Circuity
A Haibane Renmei AU fancomic by Fred Gallagher
THIS FANCOMIC MAKES ME BAWL EVERY TIME I READ IT
Study begins to map the epigenetics of brain plasticity, the switch which changes neuron function.
Study begins to map the epigenetics of neural plasticity, the switch which changes brain function. Thoughts health innovators?
Scientists at the Salk Institute have discovered that the role of neurons, which are responsible for specific tasks in the brain, is much more flexible than previously believed. By studying sensory neurons in mice, the team found that the malfunction of a single molecule can prompt the neuron to make an ‘early-career’ switch, changing a neuron originally destined to process sound or touch, for…
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"In movies you have the good angel and the bad devil on your shoulder. I don't have either of those I just have the same thing happening in both ears all the time. It's a very strange muse to be connected to so intimately."
- Daniel Fishkin, a young composer who at 22 got a bad case of tinnitus, a continuous ringing in his ears that drowned out all of the sounds around him. What he did from there is pretty extraordinary.
Hear the full story on KCRW's The Organist, from The Believer magazine.
Alas, dead words defy me And yet, nought else defines me. I could not keep my soul from sighing In remembrance of my heart, in darkness, singing. How oft we met in memory And I could only wish you well By means of retrograde affection. Such the fool was I to revisit sleepless nights Darker than the ink in which I scribed my tears, in lieu of weeping. Such the fool was I to think the heart’s well Surely should run dry, in time When, in truth, the bitter depths never cease their seeping.
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