I'd like to know how brains light up when people think of their kids
This could go sooo badly.... DE?
This is shallow, but I'd love to know how people's brains light up w/r/t kids versus pets. Everyone I know with multiple kids calls them by each other's names. Everyone I know with kids and pets gets the pet's name mixed in with the kids' names sometimes. It feels as if there's one drawer in your brain where you keep the names of "small cute things for which I am responsible" -- I'd be interested to know if this could be bourne out scientifically.
The interesting upshot is that they're positing differences between three things: sexual arousal, romantic love, and long-term commitment. Since we have three terms for those things, this isn't exactly news, but it's cool to see the MRIs reflect what we believe, and we do tend to think of them all as part of a whole.
Yes, because we are fools.
Somehow this is the bit that caught my eye in the article:
"It seems to suggest what the psychological literature, poetry and people have long noticed: that being dumped actually does heighten romantic love, a phenomenon I call frustration-attraction," Dr. Fisher said in an e-mail message.
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Frustration-attraction, good to finally have a term for it.
Frustration-attraction, good to finally have a term for it.
I'll bet the Germans have a 12-syllable word for it...
Took me a minute to find the typo. Curse you, w-lfs-n!
New love can look for all the world like mental illness.
And the problem is? No one ever says "I killed her because I liked her" or "I killed her because I respected her" or "I killed her because she was fun to talk to"........ I could go on indefinitely.
I don't know why, but I'm guessing that was w-lfs-n.
I believe that word is Blitzkriegliebeskummer.
Schwartswaldenkirchetortebabydumptmichlieben?
Wasn't! I wouldn't have used so many disjuncts.
My bad. It was the killing part that threw me.
On a side note, I have a job interview in about an hour, so if anyone wants to send some positive energy my way, that would be cool. I haven't done one of these in a long time, and it's 2.5 hours long!
You need to know before you send positive energy his way?
The energy works better if it's topically focused, doesn't it?
Maybe she wants to send the right kind of positive energy.
I thought you suspected him of joining the dark side or something.
Like I'm going to judge anyone for that? When I got my current job, they fitted me out with the black mask, helmet, cape, and respirator.
Yes, that occurred to me just after I wrote it, Darth Lizard.
It seems doubtful w-lfs-n would be a plausible author of 8 because he's shown no tendency up to now to use random numbers of dots as a substitute for ellipses.
21, LB, although having to use the hyperbaric chamber must be inconvenient (does it have HD holograms?), I'm assuming that it was the lava bath that was the major bummer.
Rumor has it that Vader had a rainbow-colored mask for happy times, but we just didn't happen to see him then. Sometimes he was frustrated with how trendy black was, though. His secret desire was for mauve. For birthdays, he added Groucho glasses.
"But the heightened activity in these areas inevitably settles down. And the circuits in the brain related to passion remain intact, the researchers say - intact and capable in time of flaring to life with someone new. "
This is either hopeful or depressing.
If w-lfs-n were talking of killing people, I'd expect him to mention something about humping their dead bodies.
And text - clearly the formula for prolonged passion is prolonged frustration.
I take it you enjoyed that Milkman cartoon, ac?
the quote suggests that passion (and frustration) have more to do with our propensity for such, and will return no matter our intent.
I say that's good.
I enjoyed it, Ben.
SomeCallMeDinner:
I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance in London, that a young healthy child well nursed is at a year old a most delicious, nourishing, and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled; and I make no doubt that it will equally serve in a fricassee or a ragout.
Jonathan Swift, A Modest Proposal
Given the average 2.5-child-family these days, eating one's own progeny, tempting as that might be, would be counterproductive, in a let's-pass-on-one's-DNA sort of way. OTOH, eating other people's offspring would be fine; xenophagy could only benefit one's own offspring's chances at winning the high dive into the gene pool.
There are, BTW, some excellent recipes for cooking persons in To Serve Man by Karl Würf [Owlswick Press, 1976]. Chili con Hombre is a household favourite, as is Arabian Tomato and Infidel Soup.
It was me. I wasn't trying to hide my murderous nature, almost every other site either defaults in my name or sends me an error message if I don't enter it.
So, if the researchers who did this work were Duran Duran fans, does that make them Neuromantics?
I used to read the Analog SF magazine every month, and I know I read a short story set in the 'future' (probably right about now) when a guy would go hunting in the slums.
A friend of mine in college actually met his girlfriend when they were both working on a science project involving voles.
Peasant under glass
LB: Now, now, we have an egalitarian society in the good ol' USA [except that some animals are more equal than others - ask PETA], and therefore no "peasants", so it would have to be "blue collar person under glass".
A few shallots, some rice-and-mushroom stuffing, cognac...
But a blue-collar worker simply isn't the same as a peasant, DE.
A friend of mine in college actually met his girlfriend when they were both working on a science project involving voles.
Did they do this to the Frank Sinatra tune?
Volare, oh oh, cantare, oh oh oh oh
Let's fly way up to the clouds, away from the maddening crowds
We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of
Where lovers enjoy peace of mind
Let us leave the confusion and all disillusion behind
But a blue-collar worker simply isn't the same as a peasant, DE.
B-Wo: Sometimes one has to substitute ingredients. Tofu isn't the same as dead cow, but people serve tofu lasagne all over SoCal.
OTOH, whilst vacationing in other countries, one may find peasant readily available in local fields.
>This is shallow, but I'd love to know how people's brains light up w/r/t kids versus pets. Everyone I know with multiple kids calls them by each other's names. Everyone I know with kids and pets gets the pet's name mixed in with the kids' names sometimes. It feels as if there's one drawer in your brain where you keep the names of "small cute things for which I am responsible" -- I'd be interested to know if this could be bourne out scientifically.
I know this was 40 comments ago, but I always call my kids by the wrong name. My wife doesn't do this. I finally caught her doing it once this weekend. The brain imaging study that proves such behaviour is a sign of strong love for your children will bring me sweet victory.
My Mom always did that too. There were a lot of us, and sometimes she'd go through names before hitting the right one. We still call each other "Gypsy", the dog's name, occasionally.
This is just more data for LB, though, and she already had plenty. She was asking whether there had been a scientific study of it.
Based on context, my mom stored the kids' and pets' names in the "exasperating things that ruin rugs by pissing on them" section of her brain.
I frequently call my Offspring by his father's name when he's doing something extraordinarily stupid and/or passive-aggressive. I store that name in the "exasperating things that piss me off" section of my brain. [The Biophysicist is not my child's father, lest anyone wonder why I would be living with someone who so annoyed me.]
What are you applying for?
It's a marketing comunications position at one of the medical technology firms in the Twin Cities. The role advertised is on the low end of responsibility, etc., for my experience, but I wanted to start a conversation with these folks. It seemed to work--the interview went very well--it ran over by close to an hour. Thanks to all for any vibes sent my way. (I hate that hippy shit, but it couldn't hurt, could it?)
I wasn't commenting earlier today, so no oppurtunity to send good vibes then. Glad to hear that things went well with slightly fewer vibes.
I wasn't commenting earlier today, so no oppurtunity to send good vibes then.
The trick is to send the vibes back in time, so that there's a convergence at the moment Chops walked into the room. Then we chant "Om" in four part harmony until he's hired.
Well, all the good vibes must be working, 'cuz I got a voicemail sent at 9:15 this morning looking to set up a second round of interviews.
Chopper, I was going to give you my felicitations, until Unfoggic reanalysis convinced me that felicitations were a hybrid of fellatio and congratulations.
So I hope you will accept instead my you-rock-ulations.
you-rock-ulations
If anything, that sounds even dirtier.
No kidding. You've got your "rock," you got something that sounds a lot like "undulations" and even "ululations." You traded "felicitations" for loud banging butt sex.
You traded "felicitations" for loud banging butt sex.
That was in college, dude. I was just experimenting.
Are you trying to get me to comment? Because it's not working.
Did they do this to the Frank Sinatra tune?
Want that Deano?
Chopper, I join in the chorus... If I had read yesterday, I'd have vibed.
Oh and Schlaghammerartige-duwiderstmichanaberichsteheindeinemmachtduarschliebe
Wouldn't "you-rock-you" be code for masturbation? When combined with "ululations," don't we arrive at "the cries uttered during and at the completion of masturbation?"
The second round is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. I'm going to have to see if I can buy a sport coat or something tonight (wouldn't want to wear the same suit twice!).
the cries uttered during
Right, because we've established there's no need to stop crying.
My good wishes were by apostropher perturbed; by ogged were disturbed; then by Chopper, masturbed. Superb!
