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Whiteboard says: “Tell us… What class are you struggling with and why?”
Response: “The Bourgeoisie b/c they control the modes of production.”
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oh hi camera, i didn’t see you there! i was just ambling down the beach in a leather jacket and practical three-inch booties that totally don’t kick sand down my ankles with each step i take.
as if.
3 weeks ago on May 06, 2012 at 01:04am
3 weeks ago on May 04, 2012 at 12:28am
OH MY GOD THIS IS ACTUALLY THE WORST THING
PLEASE WATCH THIS IF YOU WANT TO HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER
Post-Prozac Nation: The Science and History of Treating Depression (New York Times Magazine) ›
Excerpt:
A remarkable and novel theory for depression emerges from these studies. Perhaps some forms of depression occur when a stimulus — genetics, environment or stress — causes the death of nerve cells in the hippocampus. In the nondepressed brain, circuits of nerve cells in the hippocampus may send signals to the subcallosal cingulate to regulate mood. The cingulate then integrates these signals and relays them to the more conscious parts of the brain, thereby allowing us to register our own moods or act on them. In the depressed brain, nerve death in the hippocampus disrupts these signals — with some turned off and others turned on — and they are ultimately registered consciously as grief and anxiety. “Depression is emotional pain without context,” Mayberg said. In a nondepressed brain, she said, “you need the hippocampus to help put a situation with an emotional component into context” — to tell our conscious brain, for instance, that the loss of love should be experienced as sorrow or the loss of a job as anxiety. But when the hippocampus malfunctions, perhaps emotional pain can be generated and amplified out of context — like Wurtzel’s computer program of negativity that keeps running without provocation. The “flaw in love” then becomes autonomous and self-fulfilling.
We “grow sorrowful,” but we rarely describe ourselves as “growing joyful.” Imprinted in our language is an instinct that suggests that happiness is a state, while grief is a process. In a scientific sense too, the chemical hypothesis of depression has moved from static to dynamic — from “state” to “process.” An antidepressant like Paxil or Prozac, these new studies suggest, is most likely not acting as a passive signal-strengthener. It does not, as previously suspected, simply increase serotonin or send more current down a brain’s mood-maintaining wire. Rather, it appears to change the wiring itself. Neurochemicals like serotonin still remain central to this new theory of depression, but they function differently: as dynamic factors that make nerves grow, perhaps forming new circuits. The painter Cézanne, confronting one of Monet’s landscapes, supposedly exclaimed: “Monet is just an eye, but, God, what an eye.” The brain, by the same logic, is still a chemical soup — but, God, what a soup.
“quit killing all the nerve cells in my hippocampus.” “what did my hippocampus’ nerve cells ever do to you?” et al.
Green Day to release triple-disc album, ‘¡UNO! ¡DOS! ¡TRE!’ in September, November and January. (via)
Sept 25, Nov 13, and Jan 15 to be exact.
At this rate they’ll be droppinh quintuple-disc albums three releases from now.
in tangential news: a few years ago, my dad went to see american idiot on broadway and he met the cast backstage. some stupid ignorant jerk either gave him or let him buy a t-shirt commemorating the experience. it’s one of literally two casual shirts he owns, so if it’s a dress-down day or, god forbid, we’re on a family vacation, i am looking at his hawaiian printed or that fist wrapped around a heart grenade. i think because of that imagery he especially likes to rock the shirt with his gray low-top converse when he’s in a badass-cool-guy mood, i.e. one that propels him to go see a beach boys cover band absolutely ALONE on a friday night and send me texts about all the “bitchin’ surf guitar” afoot. so he’s probs going to buy an ¡UNO! ¡DOS! ¡TRE! tee when this shitstorm drops, and i’m like, on one hand, at least there will be a new look in the casual wear rotation, but on the other hand, it’s going to be another fucking greenday tee with a foreign language spelling out a bad pun on my father’s racially insensitive and comedically blind person. i’m cringing just imagining the conversations that t-shirt will liase. what if i have to spend an entire day with him while he’s wearing that shirt? how many times will i have to listen to him explain to people the joke on the shirt, and that he speaks spanish, and that he went to see american idiot! on broadway and hung out with the cast backstage, like a metaphorical club on the skulls of so many baby seals? what an awkward and thoroughly white pocket of my life that would be.
speaking of awkward and thoroughly white as it loosely pertains to adult alternative music, did we not all learn a valuable lesson from u2 where counting incorrectly in spanish is concerned?
i guess these are the thoughts i feel the need to document when i’m on my adhd medzzzz. i am so thirsty.
