Just got a lot of new followers who haven't interacted with that many of my posts, and also a lot of notes on an old-ass post where I offered to DM people, so: friendly reminder that I currently tend not to use Tumblr in real time and check DMs once every couple weeks-ish, so don't hold your breath if you expect anything from me
being a scavenger animal must be so fucking great. imagine if every time someone died a new restaurant opened up downtown.
[ID: a tweet by @/Ciara_BK that reads, “23 year old hits on me. I tell him i'm 30. He says “oh so can I get your email then”. 10/10”. END ID]
I wake to dream of painting
24”x30”
Oil on linen
Not excerpting this one, you just gotta read the whole thing. It's even more wild than the headline
Anonymous asked:
People calling webcomics webtoons is one of my biggest pet peeves, it’s up there with when people call conventions comic cons
wasn't the website Webtoon named after an existing slang term though? For a subtype of webcomics? I feel like I read something like that in a book on the history of Korean webcomics, but I don't remember the details (or the title of the book 😔)
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mathermatical notation explained
symbol meaning
= equals
=/= not equals
< left
> right
! LOUD NUMBER
~ worm
π stonehenge
√ right answer
x wrong answer
⋯ soon…
∮ what Exacrly the fuck
∝ fish
∞ fish with 2 heads
↯ lightning
:⇔ he Scream
In this cut-throat competition, each team has 3 hours to shear a sheep, card the wool, spin it into yarn — and then turn that yarn into an award-winning shawl. 🐑 via @npr
The young woman was catatonic, stuck at the nurses’ station — unmoving, unblinking and unknowing of where or who she was. Her name was April Burrell. Before she became a patient, April had been an outgoing, straight-A student majoring in accounting at the University of Maryland Eastern Shore. But after a traumatic event when she was 21, April suddenly developed psychosis and became lost in a constant state of visual and auditory hallucinations. The former high school valedictorian could no longer communicate, bathe or take care of herself. April was diagnosed with a severe form of schizophrenia, an often devastating mental illness that affects approximately 1 percent of the global population and can drastically impair how patients behave and perceive reality. “She was the first person I ever saw as a patient,” said Sander Markx, director of precision psychiatry at Columbia University, who was still a medical student in 2000 when he first encountered April. “She is, to this day, the sickest patient I’ve ever seen.” It would be nearly two decades before their paths crossed again. But in 2018, another chance encounter led to several medical discoveries reminiscent of a scene from “Awakenings,” the famous book and movie inspired by the awakening of catatonic patients treated by the late neurologist and writer Oliver Sacks. Markx and his colleagues discovered that although April’s illness was clinically indistinguishable from schizophrenia, she also had lupus, an underlying and treatable autoimmune condition that was attacking her brain. After months of targeted treatments — and more than two decades trapped in her mind — April woke up. The awakening of April — and the successful treatment of other peoplewith similar conditions — now stand to transform care for some of psychiatry’s sickest patients, many of whom are languishing in mental institutions. Researchers working with the New York state mental health-care system have identified about 200 patients with autoimmune diseases, some institutionalized for years, who may be helped by the discovery. And scientists around the world, including Germany and Britain, are conducting similar research, finding that underlying autoimmune and inflammatory processes may be more common in patients with a variety of psychiatric syndromes than previously believed. Although the current research probably will help only a small subset of patients,the impact of the work is already beginning to reshape the practice of psychiatry and the way many cases of mental illness are diagnosed and treated. “These are the forgotten souls,” said Markx. “We’re not just improving the lives of these people, but we’re bringing them back from a place that I didn’t think they could come back from.”
Tumblr has disappeared the link to the story I inserted so here it is: A catatonic woman awakened after 20 years. Her story may change psychiatry.
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Group B Round 1
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Isaac
corpse of a bad guy turned into a dog basically
Naki Kokuriko
OK first of all: gender. so gender. naki is in junior high but he’s chronically absent because he literally moonlights as an idol. he likes strawberries and knows how to pick locks. his class is also stuck in some kind of cycle of misery and his friends keep dying due to supernatural occurrences. did i mention the gender!
If you’re looking at this, you are one of the first in the world to see the brain cells of the Australian stingless bee (Tetragonula carbonaria).
I’ve been learning the isotropic fractionator method to count brain cells in the brain. The plan is to apply this method to Australian bee species to find out the number of neurons in their brains.
#are the blue things neurons? are those clusters or different sizes? this is so cool
To answer that - they are all the nuclei of cells in the brain. The clusters are big bits of nuclei that were de-tangled as well as the rest. It just means I needed to spend more time grinding the brains down. But not bad for my first go!
Most of the nuclei above are probably neurons! But we can’t tell, yet.
You would typically add a neuron antigen that would then highlight only the neurons red, but they’re species specific. As of 2021 they have found one for honeybees, so the next step is to get my hands on that and see if it works with other bee species.
What did you use for a nuclear stain?
We haven’t yet. The above are nuclei stained with DAPI. We’re going to try and get out hands on the antigen to stain neurons which is (amazingly) called AmBNSab (Apis mellifera Brain Neurons Specific antibody.
If you’re looking at this, you are one of the first in the world to see the brain cells of the Australian stingless bee (Tetragonula carbonaria).
I’ve been learning the isotropic fractionator method to count brain cells in the brain. The plan is to apply this method to Australian bee species to find out the number of neurons in their brains.
Holy moly this is awesome, what kind of microscope are you using? Is it an electron? I’ve never seen one with the dark shade like that. Also whats your estimate for the amount of cells?
It’s just a very old manual fluorescence microscope. We tried using a more fancy expensive one but we need to be able to use both the fluorescent light (to see the blue staining) and the white light at the same time (to see the grid). So nothing fancy!
Estimate for the stingless bees so far are 650,000 - 700,000. For reference honeybees have about 900,000.
Since she has now flown off I am obligated to post the order of potato fairy extra large that I looked after for several days. Aka a gloriously chumby Polyphemus moth— the second one I’ve seen alive in over a decade— that decided to hang around our porch for most of its adult life. I saw the first live one on the same day, but he flew away when I tried to get close. But still, that’s a great sign that their population in my area is finally starting to recover! Anyways, here’s the wonderful big little creacher where I found her, which should probably make it clear as to why I moved her. Ants don’t mess around and I wasn’t gonna just leave her inches away from danger.
I was pretty glad I did, as even after her wings were fully dried and extended and everything she couldn’t actually take off. See: her first “flight”.
Big fan of the loud impact PLAP sound, really added to the already very good demonstration of gravity. Worry not, she was totally fine afterwards. Here she is that night and the day after! Very cute and fuzzy, 1000/10.
The next day I thought she had flown off, but then the day after that she was back on the porch! I could tell she was the same one because of her damaged antenna. She started laying eggs on the house and I realized that wasn’t going to be good for the caterpillars that might hatch, since it was a relatively long distance to any host plants even without including the vertical climb to reach branches of leaves. Since she clearly felt safe where she was, and I was also worried about ants and birds and possible insecticides, I ended up making a little “baby box” for her out of a thoroughly rinsed plastic container that initially held salted honey-roasted peanuts. I gave her a stick to hold on to which also gave her a route to climb out of the box if she wished, and provided various fresh oak leaves to lay her eggs on. Figured it would be a good setup because I could easily move it to a safe place once she was done, and keep an eye on the eggs until they hatched. I might even try to raise a few caterpillars if the eggs are fertile. However, during the process of me setting that whole deal up, she decided I looked like a good egg laying spot.
You can see the “glue” that sticks the eggs to surfaces! It was cool to see up close: she’d lay an egg, wait for it to dry, and then lay the next right by it. She ended up sticking four on me before I was able to gently nudge her to the egg laying box. The stick was eventually deemed an acceptable substitute, and over night she… made an egg stalactite of sorts on it? Very weird, I think, I dunno; most of what I read online said their eggs would be laid in spread out clusters of two to three on suitable host plants. I know it wasn’t because she couldn’t get out, as when I went to check on her she had already made her way to the top of the stick and was hanging off of it outside the box. I didn’t think to take a picture of that as I needed to drive to college, but source: dude trust me. Here’s a picture of the egg sculpture I took when I got home.
When I was done with that I went to move her off the porch where she had been staying safe for the last 5 or so days to the more wooded area of the yard, but she ended up flying off to the treetops on her own after I brought her into the open. I guess laying a bunch of eggs made her finally light enough to fly. Maybe she was feeling upset at me for not being able to pay child support and making her lay her eggs on a stick instead? Or she was just doing normal moth things or whatever. It was bittersweet to watch her go, but I’m glad she had the chance to soar the skies at least once before her time was up.
Wow she sure is a potato fairy extra large! She's thick and beautiful. I've seen smaller structures made of eggs but that one is impressive! Maybe she went to school for engineering or architecture.
picard is great because as much as he presents himself as a quintessentially normal straightlaced rule-abiding captain there IS something unrelentingly Weird about him that i absolutely cannot pin down
shakespearean actor
Beans.
My partner and I have a running joke with a friend. Every time he goes on holiday we increase the quantity of beans in his flat.
The first time we bought ~30 cans of kidney beans and hid them around the house like some Easter egg hunt thing but with beans.
The Second time we bought ~6kg dried white beans and hid those in various places. Nearly every receptacle that could safely hold beans became the home of beans. My personal favourite was emptying an oat milk carton, very carefully washing and drying it, filling it with beans and then just putting it back among several other cartons.
He went on holiday again a couple of weeks ago. Obviously there is an expectation of bean-based shenanigans. And obviously we have to beat our previous efforts.
Our friend has (had) a mosaic on his wall of the famous Marilyn Monroe Pop-Art by Andy Warhol. He made the mosaic himself. Over the last couple of weeks we have spent hours and hours assembling a frame, drawing up a pattern and gridding out a 70 x 70 frame and gluing an untold amount of beans to it. I have spent over 21 hours gluing beans to a frames.
For the last couple of days I ended up going to bed at 5:00 am because I lost track of time whilst experimenting with which types of glue works best with different beans (I now have *opinions* on this, y’all). The day of our friend’s return we spent the morning and afternoon grouting the piece and wiping it down and wiping it down again and wiping it down again because grout is just like that. In the evening we went to install the mosaic, just a few hours before his return. Here’s a comparison between the original and our clearly superior replication, and the new piece installed in its rightful place.
It took him over a day to notice. So for over a day he was wandering round his house knowing there were beans somewhere, but not knowing where.