likethebeer: (I am disappearing but not fast enough)
Reminds me of Dorothea Tanning, and a nice version of Odd Nerdrum:

thanks to MK for putting the link up on f/b
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This is what real scientists look like.

The author, Kate Clancy, takes NPR to task for using the phrase "boys with toys" when describing science.
.... As a scientist, I enjoy not only the broad theoretical questions of my field of biological anthropology—questions such as what it means to be human or what environmental pressures motivated our most interesting adaptations—but also the day-to-day fun of designing studies, collecting data, analyzing it in the lab, and creating statistical models to make sense of it all. My lab has freezers full of human piss and spit, my hard drive is full of ultrasound images of uteruses and ovaries, and I rub my hands with glee at the thought of buying both a new ultrasound machine and multiplexer—a piece of equipment that will allow my students to measure multiple hormones and biomarkers from a single sample at once—this summer. I am definitely a girl with toys.
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Dogs (and Cats) Can Love: Neurochemical research has shown that the hormone released when people are in love is released in animals in the same intimate circumstances.

Nice quote

Jan. 13th, 2015 08:26 am
likethebeer: (Rueful)
"As life becomes harder and more threatening, it also becomes richer, because the fewer expectations we have, the more the good things of life become unexpected gifts that we accept with gratitude."
~ Etty Hillesum
likethebeer: (Me as a child)
The blanket you see the first girl holding looks kind of like my blanket did (until I put it in a knitted ski hat when I was 11 in order to protect it).
likethebeer: (Christmas Codex)
Around 2 a.m. on the morning I was going to catch the plane to CA for Christmas (another story), I heard something that sounded suspiciously like a mouse while I was trying to sleep. I persuaded myself not to think too hard about it because I really really had to get to sleep & be at the airport by 7:15 a.m. (for take-off at 8:55 - made it just fine by the way).

When I got up a few hours later I saw a few mouse droppings, but had no time to deal & worried throughout the trip of what was going on at my house, particularly since I'd forgotten to put the sugar & flour in the fridge to protect it. I had visions of coming home to my kitchen pantry covered with my flour & cereal boxes chewed into; & of scattered sugar (not just white sugar but crystallized AND powdered, which I've never had before) all over.

Happily, I came back a week after I'd left with none of that, however there were definitely mouse droppings. I had mouse poisoning in one area that had been visited by a mouse, but it wasn't dead & I've still got no idea what happened with that unless there's a dead mouse right now in my house. So the next day I bought mouse traps & set them up before going to sleep. At around 4 a.m. I heard one of the mouse traps snap & found the little corpse the next day. I've not been visited by anything else, but I've kept the traps loaded in case (I think I'm good to go).

Last visit by knowledge of the mouse came last night when I went to do yoga. I unrolled my mat & over a cup of Rotini noodles came out. I went to my pantry & saw that I had an unsealed plastic bag, which was now empty.

This poor little mouse spent a LOT of energy taking a Rotini noodle from out of the bag on the 2nd shelf of the pantry, through the kitchen, across the living room, to the top of the couch so it could drop it down the top of the rolled up yoga mat; then back to the 2nd pantry shelf to do it all again. And it moved the whole darned bag, one noodle at a time. Then, less than a week later, it was killed by a mousetrap. Fortunately, quickly; and a human being appreciated its hard work, which has got to be worth something.
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I read one of the "OMGOMGOMG stop reading at night you'll kill yourself!!" articles, in which it recommended "f.lux" which is a program that automatically turns down the lights from your computer screens (based on the time & your longitude & latitude) at night to help to prepare your brain for sleep, & turns up the lights in the day.

Here's the article (followed by the link to f.lux):
Ever notice how people texting at night have that eerie blue glow?

Or wake up ready to write down the Next Great Idea, and get blinded by your computer screen?

During the day, computer screens look good—they're designed to look like the sun. But, at 9PM, 10PM, or 3AM, you probably shouldn't be looking at the sun.

f.lux fixes this: it makes the color of your computer's display adapt to the time of day, warm at night and like sunlight during the day.

It's even possible that you're staying up too late because of your computer. You could use f.lux because it makes you sleep better, or you could just use it just because it makes your computer look better.

f.lux makes your computer screen look like the room you're in, all the time. When the sun sets, it makes your computer look like your indoor lights. In the morning, it makes things look like sunlight again.

Tell f.lux what kind of lighting you have, and where you live. Then forget about it. f.lux will do the rest, automatically.
I downloaded it & have put it. I can shut it off for an hour at a time, or change the colors/light possible. And it will take a few days to adjust. It might be interesting.
likethebeer: (Rueful)
You got 'Invictus' by William Earnest Henley!

A striving independent, you laugh fate in the face, creating your own destiny each and every day. You are your own strength, your own perseverance. Your sense of yourself is impeccably insightful and unfailingly accurate.

I'll take it. It's a pretty kick-a** poem:
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
likethebeer: (Rueful),34738/

I suppose a temporary solution would be for all the people going nowhere with their lives to get into a large room, sit at the corners, & not talk to, or look at, each other. Works for me.
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14 Signs Your Perfectionism Has Gotten Out Of Control
The Huffington Post | By Carolyn Gregoire

14 Signs Your Perfectionism Has Gotten Out Of Control
The Huffington Post | By Carolyn Gregoire

If you've ever cried about getting a B+ or ending up in second place, there's a good chance you're a perfectionist.

As a culture, we tend to reward perfectionists for their insistence on setting high standards and relentless drive to meet those standards. And perfectionists frequently are high achievers -- but the price they pay for success can be chronic unhappiness and dissatisfaction.

"Reaching for the stars, perfectionists may end up clutching at air," psychologist David Burns warned in a 1980 Psychology Today essay. "[Perfectionists] are especially given to troubled relationships and mood disorders."

Perfectionism doesn't have to reach Black Swan levels to wreak havoc on your life and health. Even casual perfectionists (who may not think of themselves as perfectionists at all) can experience the negative side-effects of their personal demand for excellence. Here are 14 signs that perfectionism could actually be holding you back -- and simple ways to start letting go.Read more... )
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She wrote this one day, I copied it, and thought it might be nice to have around for future thoughts:
It has happened before and it just happened again:
Have been stressing about a meeting for months. What will they say? What will I say? What will happen? Every scenario in my head EXCEPT-
Things will work out nicely and everything will be OK.

This leads me to question why I (and others) add this negative, self imposed, soul sucking stress to an otherwise blessed life? I am going to remember this mantra and try to apply it to my next stressful situation: "I am a good person who always tries my best. It should be enough for everyone around me. If not, so what?"

Now, say it with me and repeat when you too are feeling uncertain.
likethebeer: (Andromeda Galaxy)
I don't think he learned anything. It's more "what did I learn so that I could go blind in space and survive ok?"
likethebeer: (Me as a child)
But it's a nice series of portraits of childhood teddy bears:
likethebeer: (I'm pretty dontcha know)
[Missouri Defensive Lineman] Michael Sam’s Dad “Shocked” When Son Came Out to Him But Responded Exactly Like a Father Should. By Elliot Hannon

What makes me go "awww" (with a little squeek) is how NORMAL his dad is about it.
Here’s how the conversation between Sam and his dad, also named Michael Sam, went, according to NBC News.

"I told him, 'Well, you could have wished me a happy birthday first,'" the dad, who has the same name, joked to NBC News....
And he has the other reaction, which is like, "Huh - I can't believe I missed it - I'm his dad, and I didn't even see it." Which is how I've been hoping for parents near my age (he's 10 years older) to react as I've gotten older. Shit: it's how I've wished parents to react since the '80s.
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So, years ago (in my attempt to read old newspapers for the project I was doing about Hillside), I copied a page from a newspaper issue from January 1, 1925 with recipes using honey. This was prepared by the United States Department of Agriculture!

So, here's the recipe:
3/4 cupfuls of honey
1/4 cupful butter
1/8 teaspoonful of cloves
1 egg
1 1/2 to 2 cupfuls of flour
1/2 teaspoonful soda
2 tablespoonfuls water
1 cupful raisins, cut in small pieces
1/4 teaspoonful salt
1 teaspoonful baking powder.

Heat the honey and butter until the butter melts. While the mixture is warm add the spices. When cold, add part of the flour, the egg well beaten, the soda dissolved in water, and the raisins. Add enough other flour to make a dough that will hold its shape. Drop by spoonfuls on a buttered tin and bake in a moderate oven.
I didn't read the thing about the flour correctly; I added all of the flour, then added a little more (about 3/4 cup-ful). I probably wouldn't do that again (it tastes ok, just more like flour than I'd want). But I did get 3 dozen cookies.

Oh! And - importantly - I found out (by going to Google) that a "moderate oven" is about 350-375°. Since it didn't tell me how long it should bake, I used the amt of time I use on my other cookies, which is 9 minutes.

And I didn't "butter the tin". I freaked about that with the first batch, thinking they would stick horribly; but it was fine without anything. Whaddya know - the function of baking sheets has really improved since 1925!

But, anyway: the taste is reminiscent of old lady food. Good; but it didn't blow my brain to the back of my head. I think it's the cloves. Makes me think of old ladies.

There was another honey-cookie recipe from 1925 that calls for "finely chopped candied orange peel" (and "walnut meats, finely chopped) and if I were going to make candied orange peel (I've got the recipe thanks to coconuthead), I would just eat those, because they're marvelous. Oh, and just so you know: chopping raisins isn't easy, and it makes your hands sticky. But I cut them enough so I thought I did my part.

There are two recipes for cake (and for frosting). I'm not a cake baker, but I'd try the frosting if I were.


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