Willow, who was hanging out on the bath mat in the bathroom, jumped into the empty tub when I walked in, and whined at me.
He looks thrilled.
Current status: I’ve determined that I can manually wield my cat Willow as a fly-hunting weapon.
Art Kavanagh is the reason I know the term aphantasia, after I’d blogged about discovering that unlike me many if not most people literally can visualize things in their mind’s eye. In that post, I’d referenced something I’ve used in my online “about” pages for many years.
If the events of one’s life were pictures and the emotions were sounds, his memories would play as silent movies.
Now I’ve got another one to grapple with, as Kavanagh reveals to me something called severely deficient autobiographical memory; there’s some indication that the two conditions might be related, and once again I feel like part of the experience of my own life might be bought into starker relief, and sharper focus.
Does anyone else experience strange, subtle vibrating pulses in their legs? I’d seriously decided that it was the fan in my laptop except it happens when I’m not using my laptop, too. I’m literally right now trying to determine if either of the cats next to me is purring. I don’t feel it in any other part of my body.
The story that opens this Rye Meetings post? Yeah, I totally want to read that.
When my alarm went off this morning, I couldn’t open my eyes. I don’t mean that metaphorically: I couldn’t open my eyes for several tries.
How many reloads of This Person Does Not Exist does it take to get to an image of you?
Handshakes are not valued equally among all the social and cultural groups that practice them. According to Yuta Katsumi, a cognitive neuroscientist who currently researches memory but has conducted several studies on people’s evaluation of handshakes, everyone he studied appreciated a handshake. They were taken as a sign of goodwill and trustworthiness and business competence. However, Katsumi saw one group’s brains light up more than all the others when they witnessed a good, firm handshake: men, and white men in particular. “There’s a good amount of evidence that handshakes are a male activity,” Katsumi says. “If you do an observational study, male-male interactions involve a handshake much more frequently than female-female or mixed-gender interactions.” A quick Google search will reveal articles cataloging multiple strains of gendered handshake angst. There are worries about grip strength, chronicles of boardroom handshake snubs, advice columns urging women to engage in flesh pressing and for men to tone down the macho bone-crusher routine when dealing with their colleagues.
From The End of Handshakes—for Humans and for Robots by Emma Grey Ellis
It’s almost 1:00pm and I’m only just now about to get out of bed and you have to watch this thing I just watched.
Every single Am I the Asshole? story reads to me like fanfiction. Like, I totally believe someone would behave this way, I just never believe the person posting has behaved that way.
I found out how you can get one of these if for some reason you’ve been looking for one.
I found the worst Snopes post ever.