This is why girls are so much more employable than young men in all the shitty, less-than-subsistence-level service jobs they’re trying to cram young people into across Europe and America. Girls are better at pleasing other people and plastering on the pretty grin even when we’re screaming inside. That’s what being a girl is.

Girls are better at this sort of labour, often called ‘emotional labour’, not because there’s anything in the meat and matter of our living cells that makes us naturally better but because we’re trained to it from birth. Trained to make other people feel good. Trained to serve the coffee, fill in the forms, organise the parties and wipe the table afterwards. Trained to be feisty, if we must, but not strong. To be bubbly, not funny. You must at no stage appear to have a body that functions in a normal human way, that pisses and shits and sweats and farts and falters. Decorate the prison of your body. Make yourself useful. Shut up and smile.

—  Laurie Penny, Unspeakable Things: Sex, Lies and Revolution

Scientists just stored an entire film clip in DNA

  • In 1878, British photographer Eadweard Muybridge created the first motion picture of a trotting horse by setting up 12 cameras to capture photos in succession.
  • Muybridge’s stop-motion technique is considered to be an early form of animation that later gave birth to the motion-picture industry.
  • Now, the clip of the galloping thoroughbred mare, named Annie G., is making history once again after Harvard Medical School researchers encoded it into the DNA of a living cell. Read more (7/13/17)

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You probably have heard of mitochondria (the powerhouse of the cell) and of chloroplasts (gives the leaves green pigment, used in photosynthesis). But did you also know that according to the endosymbiosis hypothesis, the mitochondria & chloroplast were once free-living cells. They were “swallowed” into other larger cells and became a subcomponent. Evidence for this includes the fact that both these structures have their own DNA and can self-replicate. 

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Do Gamma Rays pass through humans?

  • Gamma rays are the most dangerous form of ionizing radiation. These extremely high energy photons can travel through most forms of matter because they have no mass. It takes several inches of lead – or several feet of concrete – to effectively block gamma rays. If you’re exposed to gamma rays, they pass through your entire body, affecting all of your tissues from your skin to the marrow of your bones. This causes widespread, systemic damage. 

In the human body that means it causes mutations in DNA and damages cellular mechanisms. In large doses it is enough to kill cells and cause radiation poisoning. However, if the dose doesn’t kill you outright the mutated DNA may make some cells cancerous.

Gamma radiation is much more penetrating than other kinds of radiation. Alpha and beta radiation can be stopped by air and skin. Gamma radiation needs a lot more matter to stop it.

  • But gamma rays can also be beneficial, such as treating some diseases.

Gamma rays are mostly used in the radiotherapy/ radiooncology to treat cancer. They can also be used to spot tumours. Gamma rays can kill living cells and damage malignant tumor. The Gamma radiation intensity decreases exponentially with the depth of penetration. They damage the cancerous cells’ DNA, causing them to die or reproduce more slowly. 

  • In astronomy the Gamma-ray bursts (GRBs) are powerful flashes of energetic gamma-rays lasting from less than a second to several minutes. They release a tremendous amount of energy in this short time making them the most powerful events in the Universe. 

These gamma-ray jets come from neutron star collisions or supernovae. If a supernova were closely related to Earth it could be dangerous. Upon reaching the earth they can end up with the ozone layer leaving life exposed to harmful ultraviolet radiation from the Sun.

Adenosine triphosphate (ATP)

Referred to by my biology teacher in high school as a “cellular workhorse” this molecule is constantly being used and reused in the living cell to facilitate energy transfer for a wide range of metabolic processes. Cells break down the ATP to release energy for vital processes and also reform the molecule in order to transfer energy onwards, hence ATP’s nickname as the “energy currency” in cells. The breakdown process involves the removal of the phosphate group on the end (top-left in the diagram) to convert the molecule into ADP (adenosine diphosphate).

The phosphorus design is based on the 5-petal Woodland Star flower, each petal having 3 lobes.

Piece requested by @myceliumman.

Green-Blooded Matchmaker (Bones x Reader TrekFest 2017)

Originally posted by anastasiacoburg

Pairing: AOS Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy/Reader, featuring nosy!matchmaking!Spocko

Rating: PG for language because McCoy is a potty mouth doctor and drug mention

A/N: Guess who did some heavy tweaking to their unfinished Spock Week fic to create THIS beautiful mess. :) Also, dammit guys I am a writer not a doctor (nor a biochemist) so please excuse any technobabble/misattributed terms. (See also: Sara slips in a Hidden Figures reference because she deserves it.)

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In honor of black history month which starts Wednesday, I’d like to submit this fine black man named Ernest Everett Just. <3 He was a biologist and educator who pioneered multiple areas of the physiology of the development of living cells. This included fertilization, experimental parthenogenesis, hydration, cell division, dehydration in living cells, and the effects of radiation on cells. During his time, a fellow black scientist named Charles Drew called him “a biologist of unusual skill and the greatest of our original thinkers in the field.” He also looks a little like Rami Malek, so that doesn’t hurt him AT ALL.

Questions about Azriel’s childhood I would like answered in ACOWAR or the next 3 books (or in an Az novella)::

First off, what Rhys tells Feyre about Azriel’s backstory:

  • He’s the bastard son of an Illyrian lord.
  • He lived with his father and step-mother for 11 years.
  • He was kept in a lightless, windowless cell the whole time.
  • He could come out for 1 hour per day, see his mom 1 hour per week.
  • Brothers burned him when he was 8, he was saved by warriors at the camp when they heard him screaming.
  • Dumped in a camp at 11, Rhys and Cassian were there already
  • His powers as a Shadowsinger developed sometime while he was in prison, Rhysand believes perhaps as a way to cope with the loneliness

So, my questions:

  1. Why was he kept locked basically in a cell instead of just being thrown out?
  2. Why was his mother given visitations vs straight up shutting her out (I mean, if you’re just throwing her kid in a cell, why allow the courtesy of a visit?)
  3. Who was his father’s Mate- his mother, or stepmother?
  4. Why did his dad stomach one women when he had the other (why have Azriel if the other woman was his mate or vice versa)?
  5. Did his father have no mate?
  6. Why let the brothers torture him instead of just throwing him out on his ass?
  7. When did his powers first pop up? Rhys half-mentions they began showing when he was in the cell, but implies they weren’t there when he goes in
    1. So, why lock him up when his powers hadn’t manifested yet?
  8. Did Rhys kill his father?
  9. Why the frick didn’t Rhys kill Az’s brothers- by request or are they strategically important?
  10. What value did they think Az held (pre-powers) to keep him and not throw him out?
  11. Seriously, why didn’t they just throw Azriel out and disown him???
  12. Is Azriel’s mom still alive (prob not)? How did she die?
  13. Was his mom anything special- did she have the power too?
  14. What did his mother do that she was kept so near?
  15. Why would the lord acknowledge Azriel as his son but keep him locked in a cell?
  16. Did Azriel ever have a good part in his childhood, or was it just awful from the start?
  17. How young was he when he was locked in that cell? He lived with his step-father for 11 years, but at 11 he was dumped in the training camp, so was he ever NOT in the cell? 
  18. If he was seriously in that cell since birth, how long was his mother in there with him?

hp mood board: ginny weasley x luna lovegood

“before i kissed you, i learned what it’s like to crave with every single living cell in my body. when i kissed you, i finally figured out why chatoic hurricanes are named after people. after i kissed you, i realized that i have been waiting for you since before i was born.”

One minute you’re standing in a crowded room looking at a strange girl as she sips on bourbon. Then the next minute you find yourself smiling, helplessly, wondering what you could possibly do to just get one kiss from her. Love overwhelms your body, it shoots heart-shaped arrows flying through your core. Infecting every living cell with the feeling of certainty, with the feeling of finally, the feeling of wanting something greater than you’ve ever had before. Love comes easily but in the process of falling in love, you learn that love does not stay as it once started. Love only stays if want it to stay.
You are, two human beings, two people coming from a completely different family. A different past, a past that didn’t include you. You cannot fret on the past actions your love once did. Because there should be no doubt, no fear, no judgement on what they did to once feel whole, to once feel less abandoned. Two different people who deal with problems a lot differently. You are all not cut with the same cookie cutter and everyone has their own flaws, their own scars, and their own stories. In the last year, I’ve learned to fight for what you want but do not fight against her. She can be hard headed, stubborn, always on edge, but I’ve learned to agree to disagree and move on. In the last year, I’ve learned the foods she does not like and the foods that make her feel comfort. I’ve learned the wrinkles of her hands and which fingers she likes caressed. I’ve learned that she will not react to certain scenarios in the same manner that I would, and that’s okay, because I love her. This year that I’ve spent with her has taught me to be patient when shopping, to look through every rack for her because she is so stressed out about finding the perfect dress. So just find it for her, find it for her and make sure she tries it on because she needs to see what you see every time you look at her. I have learned the importance of communication. We might be in love but that does not mean we will reach the same agreement every single day. There is going to be days when we both want to walk away, say fuck it all, I’m leaving, but deep inside you know that one heated discussion is not worth losing the love of your life. We are two different people who have fallen so deeply for one another. I am so in love, that I’ve learned to wait, to just wait, wait for her in the car or the room or the living room, as she spends hours doing her makeup. I’ve learned to wait when she cannot make up her mind on what she wants to do. To wait, when she can’t find her earrings, or her shoes, or her bra. I’ve just learned to wait because that’s what love is. Patience. Love is loving the flaws, the ticks, the habits, that annoy you the most but still you can find beauty in them. In one year of being with her, I’ve learned so much. Love is not easy and that is okay. We are all going at our own pace. I’ve learned to stay up with her late at night as she finishes doing her homework, even though she waited till the last minute. I’ve learned to hold her hand when we walk into a crowded room because she’ll feel solace knowing I’m right there to protect her. I’ve learned to cuddle with her, even on hot days. To tell her, she’s beautiful because sometimes she needs to be reminded. I’ve learned to not yell or get impatient to just sit there until she’s ready to go or talk or just be. I’ve learned to love her family as my own and to pet her dogs every time you walk in through that door because if you don’t they’ll be sad for the rest of the night. I’ve learned to stay out of the kitchen while she cooks because she’s got it and doesn’t need someone looking over her shoulder. I’ve learned to always have a book ready to read, in case, she just wants to stay home and do absolutely nothing. I’ve learned to always grab her hips and pull her towards mine after she’s fallen asleep. She needs that feeling of safety, she needs to know you have her when she’s the most vulnerable. She might cry some days and want to talk for hours and there will be other days where she doesn’t want to say a word, so just be there. I’ve learned to always be there for her, to be her best friend, above everything. In one year that I’ve spent with her, I’ve learned nothing in life comes easy but if you fight for what you believe in, the rest will follow.
—  Happy Anniversary, K.J. You are a never ending book and I want to read you all my days. (V.I.T.)

perfectstormblog  asked:

Could you maybe write something about betty's parents finding out about her and jughead? Or maybe just her telling them? I kind of feel like drama fanfiction right now. And I love both pieces you wrote about veronica, archie and kevin finding out ❤ Lots of love Obsessed bughead shipper

Hope you like it! I just had her mom find out in this one, hope that’s okay. 

Note: This was requested by an anon as well, so this one’s for you too, anon!! 

Summary: Alice Cooper finds out about Betty and Jughead’s relationship

Read about Betty’s friends finding out here: 1, 2, 3, 4

“Bets, it’s nearly impossible for me to concentrate with you staring at me like that.”

Jughead glanced up from his laptop to meet Betty’s gaze, but before he could hold it, she quickly averted her eyes to the stack of papers laid out on the table in front of her.

“Staring at you like what?” Betty feigned innocence as she turned in her desk chair to point to the wall at the opposite end of the Blue and Gold newsroom. “I’m just gazing out the window. You know, people-watching, admiring nature - I mean look at how cute that squirrel is! See? Nature’s fascinating isn’t it?”

“I’m writing a paper on Chaucer, Bets, ” Jughead explained for the third time since they had been there that afternoon. “That takes every living brain cell I have to work on overdrive and when you’re sitting there looking the way you’re looking right now - it’s kind of hard to focus on anything else.”

“Then take a break and focus on this,” Betty spun his chair around to face hers and quickly pulled him closer to her. Placing her hands on his cheeks, she leaned all the way forward in her chair to place a gentle kiss on his neck.

“Oh what the hell,” Jughead muttered under his breath, slamming his laptop shut and pulling Betty onto his lap. “Screw Chaucer.”

Jughead took Betty’s face in his hands and met his lips to hers. All thoughts of English papers completely forgotten, Jughead’s only focus was Betty’s lips and the smell of her hair and the way her skin felt as he slipped his hand underneath her-


Betty flung herself off of Jughead’s lap at the sound of her name being called in that bone-chilling voice she knew all too well.

“Please tell me that’s Veronica doing a scarily-accurate impression of my mother,” Betty whispered, her heart pounding so loudly that she could hear it ringing in her ears.

“Not even a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow could bring us such luck,” Jughead muttered, craning his neck to see around Betty and quickly pulling back as Alice Cooper came charging towards them with her fists clenched tightly together as they swung by her side.

“Mom!” Betty exclaimed, spinning around slowly to meet her mother’s loathsome gaze. “We were just-”

“Elizabeth, get over here right now,” Alice demanded, pointing to a corner at the opposite end of the room before turning away from the couple and stomping over there herself.

“It was nice knowing you,” Betty mumbled, reaching out to squeeze Jughead’s hand and smiling weakly. “Write to me when I get shipped off to boarding school?”

Turning towards her mother, Betty took a deep breath, tightened her ponytail, and headed straight for what was surely her impending death.

“This is your way of punishing me, isn’t it?” her mother accused, pointing an angry finger at Betty as she paced back and forth in front of the dusty old chalkboard that no one but Jughead used anymore. “You’re mad about what’s happening with your sister and your lashing out by frolicking about with this Jug Head person who, by the looks of it, seems to only have one hat. And if you ask me, that is just very concerning.”

“Believe it or not, mother, my relationship with Jughead has absolutely nothing to do with you,” Betty informed her, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes at her defiantly.

“Relationship?” Alice scoffed, letting the words roll off her tongue like they were filth that was causing her unwanted distress. “Please, I give this little fling a week at best. I know who his father is, Elizabeth and trust me, he’s no good for you.”

“Oh enough,” Betty spat, rolling her eyes and lowering her voice so that Jughead couldn’t hear her. “Jughead and I are happy, Mom, and I would really like it if you could be happy for us.”

“The possibilities of that happening are slim to none,” Alice admitted, her lips puckering as she glanced back at Jughead with a look of disapproval.

“Mom,” Betty breathed, her eyes pleading with her mother to understand. “I’m not going to stop seeing him. You remember what happened with Polly when you forbid her from seeing Jason right?”

As soon as she let the words escape her lips, she immediately wish she could take them back.

“Elizabeth Cooper, how dare you bring that up as some sort of bargaining chip, especially now when you know how much scrutiny we’re under,” Alice snapped, her eyes darting towards the hallway in case anyone was listening, even though she knew that they were the only three left in that part of the school so late in the day.

“You’re right, that wasn’t fair,” Betty admitted. “I’m sorry.”

“I suppose I wasn’t being fair to you either,” Alice muttered, her eyes locked on the textbook thrown carelessly onto the tile floor in front of her.


“I can be reasonable from time to time you know,” Alice reminded her. “But don’t get use to it.”

“So you’re okay with this?” Betty asked, gesturing towards Jughead, who was now tossing back a handful of potato chips into his mouth, and smiling expectantly at her mother.  

“He’ll have to come to dinner of course,” Alice explained. “Meet your father, undergo a thorough background check…”

“Mom,” Betty warned, fidgeting impatiently as she waited for her mother’s approval.

“Go on before I change my mind,” Alice nodded towards Jughead, and Betty threw her arms around her mother for a quick hug before running across the room to rejoin him in the same spot as before.

“Thank you,” Betty called to her mother as she exited the classroom, turning towards Jughead with a huge smile as she bounced up and down in her seat excitedly.

“She said-”

“I heard,” Jughead said before she could finish, tossing his bag of chips onto the desk and folding his hands over his stomach.

“If you heard, then why aren’t you bouncing up and down with me?”

“Because this is Alice Cooper we’re talking about,” Jughead reminded her. “You know she has some ulterior motive for inviting me to that dinner.”

“Juggie, come on, let’s give her a little credit,” Betty tried to give her mother the benefit of the doubt, but Jughead leaned forward in his chair to narrow his eyes at her.

“Remember the story you told me about Polly’s boyfriend before Jason?” Jughead asked, and Betty’s eyes immediately went wide as the memory came flooding back to her.

“Oh no,” Betty muttered, as she let the image of the boy - who she realized now hadn’t been back to school since that night - fleeing their house in complete and utter fear, cross her mind.

“Oh yes,” Jughead sighed, grabbing his laptop from the desk and beginning to type furiously on the keyboard. “’As I write, highly civilized human beings are flying overhead, trying to kill me,’ Jughead quoted George Orwell, and Betty raised a confused eyebrow at him as she nervously rubbed the palms of her hands across her jeans. “In other words, we’re toast.”

Growing New Neurons

Neurons are specialized cells whose job is to send and receive information in the brain and nervous system. As they grow, neurons extend a single transmission cable — called an axon — from one side of the cell. At the same time, they deploy a set of antennae — called dendrites — on the other side, which allow electrical signals to pass from one neuron to another. 

Using molecular spies that report on biochemical processes inside of living cells, researchers at University of California San Diego School of Medicine were able to observe how the spatial distribution of a key molecule, cyclic AMP, changes during axon growth. Their study is published February 13 by Nature Chemical Biology.

“Our study is the first to show that developmental changes in cyclic AMP gradients determine how rapidly a neuron grows its axon,” said senior author Jin Zhang, PhD, professor of pharmacology at UC San Diego School of Medicine. “By perturbing these gradients, we were even able to make younger neurons grow longer axons and look more like mature neurons, which may help in developing treatments to regenerate injured or damaged nerves.”

Pictured: False-color image of a developing neuron grown in culture for five days, showing a single axon extending downward from the left side of the cell and numerous dendrites protruding from the cell body

nebula-gaster  asked:

Aliens finding out that we protect ourselves from diseases by injecting ourselves with weakened/dead versions of the virus we want to protect ourselves from


thirty days of skam fic: day twenty four
aka, isak tries to study, but even is very distracting

beginning. accusation. restless. leaves. rainbow. flame. formal. under. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. cans. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. tent. mad. thousand. paper. winter. luxury. letters. promise. simple. future.


The trouble all begins when Isak has a very important paper to write.  He and Even have been living together for five days; so far, it’s been fun and ridiculous and it’s mostly involved them squabbling over where to put things, making a mess three seconds after they’d just unpacked, and having a lot of sex in uncomfortable positions on the various small surfaces of their tiny home.  Isak has loved every minute of it.

But now he’s supposed to be doing a Chemistry paper, and it’s the first time Isak’s really had to come back to reality since the move.  At first, he doesn’t think about it like that.  He wakes up and spends an hour giggling in bed, rolling around with Even and being kissed a lot, just like they have every morning.  Then he gets up, puts on his jeans, and makes toast for them both.  But instead of taking his toast back to bed, Isak takes it over to their shaky little dining table, and gets out his laptop.

As he takes a bite of toast, he pulls up his essay plan, and thinks this shouldn’t be too bad. It’ll probably only take him a few hours.

Famous last words.

The thing is – Isak’s boyfriend is hot, and sweet, and fun, and lovely.  Isak loves all those things about him.  But when they’re confined in a flat that is essentially a single room, all of those things also make it rather difficult for Isak to forget that Even is there.  At first, Even just eats his toast in bed, but he’s looking at Isak.  Isak shifts in his seat, trying to force himself to focus on his keyboard – chemical reactions which take place in living cells can be catalysed by – but out of the corner of his eye, he can’t stop catching glimpses of Even, his obscenely long body all relaxed and stretched out on their bed and his head turned attentively towards Isak.  

Isak tells himself to pay attention.  He literally made out with Even an hour ago, and they had sex twice last night; it shouldn’t be difficult to spend a few hours on something other than his boyfriend.  He just needs to not look.

Of course, then Even makes it even harder.  He finally gets out of bed, and comes to grab Isak’s now-empty toast plate off the table.  He smiles at Isak as he grabs it, leaning right Isak’s shoulder, and he smells way too good.  Then he disappears into their little corridor-kitchen for a moment, and Isak takes the opportunity to frantically type a few words without distraction.  But it only takes Even a few seconds to rinse off the plates, and then he’s back again, stretching his arms above his head and standing right in front of Isak’s laptop.

“How’s it going?” he asks, voice warm and eyes crinkling with a smile.  Isak rolls his eyes, and looks back at his laptop screen.  

“I haven’t even finished the first paragraph,” he says, typing a few words which don’t make sense when he reads them back.  “Leave me alone, you’re distracting.”

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You have a better chance of running into a shiny than running into a wild pokémon with pokérus. Still, this pokémon virus has huge benefits and is sought after in the competitive and casual communities alike. In the game, an infected pokémon will gain double the stats every time it levels up. But what does this mean in a more physical sense?

To start, let’s talk about viruses. We know Pokérus is a virus, which to be honest doesn’t tell us a whole lot. Viruses are as diverse and as crazy as anything, infecting you with everything from colds and flus to rabies and ebola. Their appearances vary as much as their symptoms, and many of them look very alien.

So what exactly is a virus? Cells in your body, along with bacteria, are stand-alone living entities able to eat, grow, and reproduce. Viruses are something different altogether. Viruses are little envelopes full of genetics: a protective protein coating surrounding single or double strands of DNA or RNA.  By themselves, viruses are not able to function. This is why they need to infect a host cell: to live and reproduce.

They do this through the lytic cycle. Basically, a virus will invade a host cell, and take over the cell’s machinery. The virus will trick the cell into working for them: they turn the host cell into little virus-factories, building more and more viruses with the cell’s machinery which then can go and infect new cells.

This is why viruses are contagious. If someone sneezes on you, or you breathe in a virus, it can start entering your cells and start reproducing right away. This is how pokérus is spread. However, it should be noted that a lot of viruses are species-specific; humans cannot be infected with pokérus.

However, pokérus is unique due to its positive effects. Viruses are generally not something you want. For example, a runny nose: cold viruses will infect and kill cells in your nose, and with less cells lining your sinuses, fluid flows freely. Fevers are your bodies response, trying to kill the virus by literally turning up the heat.

So somehow, instead of destroying and taking over host cells, Pokérus viruses benefit them. Pokérus doesn’t infect and kill a pokémon’s cells; it strengthens them. Exactly how is widely up to interpretation. What does a stat boost in-game equate to in real life? 

Maybe the pokémon is buffed up as if on steroids. This would mean that pokérus increases protein production and ATP levels. Or maybe, Pokérus just helps a pokémon grow strong, by enabling them to more easily break down and use vitamins like calicium. It all has to do with whatever the virus’ DNA/RNA strand tells the cell to do. Most viruses just tell the cell to build more viruses, but the pokérus DNA must be like a motivational speech for a cell. And then it replicates and spreads, of course.

Pokérus is a virus, which will take over a pokémon’s cell and cause beneficial side affects, as it reproduces and spreads through a pokémon’s body and eventually into other pokémon.

For us
it isn’t
we HDR
we ABA
not for tomorrow
for today

Just to breathe
Just to feel breath
For one fucking second
Without remorse
Without regret
I’ve found
You can’t
Wipe dirt
Off a bleeding heart

we still frame sentences
we metaphor frames
in nanosplits
we pray it’s worth it
to empty clouds
wash smiles nightly
from our made-up

But prayers taste differently
Coming from a forked tongue
So the spots in our eyes grow
And we chase them regardless
Though they are uncatchable
Though they are temporary
But really
What isn’t

ashes to dust
dust to ashes
fathers to Sons
through dirt stained
envelopes not of
Love but of what hope
we have left inside
not for us
for those double scoop
smiles we don’t see
for those empty wake up
Saturday mornings
this pen
this lens
aren’t tools
aren’t friends
each picture
each word
regenerates our
vital organs

Each letter
Each sticker book
Everytime I have to sign
A different address then mine
It breaks but their smile heals
Oh to be broken
And repaired
Over and over
I’m full of patchwork
Full of unhealed sutures
Crisscrossing my eyes
To heal
what I cannot see
On a daily basis
Two hearts
Fueling one

every supermarket trip
is guided by Virgil
through nine circles
of shut ups
to little lips
of stop that’s
to questioning hands
of hurry ups
to wondering feet
I get home
make grilled cheese
eat in the dark
wonder if there’s
a god to pray to
before bed
after brushing
the salty teeth
this deviled tongue

That they will
Accept no blame
That they will see
That it was protection
A departure for their sakes
So they wouldn’t have to
Endure the fights
Endure the yelling
So my childhood
Wouldn’t repeat itself
One where I wished
My father were dead
Will they accept my face
My smile and all the tears
Will they know of the sacrifice
The cell I’ve lived in
Just so they can smile

A quickly written collab with the awesome @bg-grizzo. This was really cool because our styles are so different. He is italicized. 

Kurdistan lives. It burns in the mind of every single person of the 35 million people who were robbed of their identity and made into refugees in Turkey, Iraq and Europe. It is burning and living in the fires of Newroz and in jails where 12,000 political prisoners are buried in isolation cells. It lives in the memory of those who disappeared and in the scars of those who were tortured. It is burning and living in the mountains of the popular resistance, called terrorism by the western world.
—  Dario Fo, 1997 Nobel Prize for Literature Laureate
Lana Del Rey on Metaphysics

“I studied metaphysics in college so I’m always kind of reading on the side for fun.”
What does metaphysics entail?
“It’s not as complicated as it sounds. There’s different branches so it depends on which branch you’re studying. If you’re studying something like cosmogony, you’re studying about the origins of the universe, and how reality came to be reality. Like this space that we’re sitting in now — how did we come to inhabit this place? And why this reality strikes us as it is. I studied that up in the Bronx.”
“It bridged the gap between God and science.”

“I went to college. At Fordham. I didn’t live at school, I lived where I could and studied what I enjoyed studying. I took what I wanted from that education but was making my first record at the same time. I don’t know anyone from school. I was just leading a different life. I was really interested in writing and other things.”
“I just had different priorities. I was reading and writing. I was pursuing my own education [laughs] which paid off, I’ve learned so many different things.” 
“When I was studying philosophy my teacher told me that it’s okay to feel like the people you’re closest to aren’t alive anymore. Sometimes that is the best company to keep. It’s about the people that pondered the same questions as you did, and had the same sort of life mentality as you. I was upset and inspired by that premise.”

“Well, I graduated with a metaphysics degree and I loved philosophy, I’ve kind of gone back to things that made me feel excited about learning maybe six years ago when I was in school.” 
“Well, I mixed it with my studies in theology, because it was the best school for the Jesuit faith and all of the Jesuits taught philosophy classes. There was just a lot of talk about going back to that basic question: Why do we exist? How did reality come to be? Why do we do what we do? And how not to become the butcher, the baker, the candlestickmaker, the guardians of the middle-class—that really interested me. I don’t know. Yeah, I loved being around people who wondered why we were here.” 

“The act of surrendering sort of puts me in a different mindset that allows me to be more of a channel — because I’m not holding on so tightly to things, I’m letting go, and I find that in letting go I become more of a channel for life to really happen on life’s terms. I mean, maybe that sounds sort of metaphysical, but that’s honestly how I feel.”
“I want to stay hopeful, even though I get scared about why we’re even alive at all.” 
“I’m more interested in, you know, SpaceX and Tesla, what’s going to happen with our intergalactic possibilities.” 
“It’s not as complicated as it sounds. There’s different branches so it depends on which branch you’re studying. If you’re studying something like cosmogony, you’re studying about the origins of the universe, and how reality came to be reality. Like this space that we’re sitting in now – how did we come to inhabit this place? And why this reality strikes us as it is.”

“The term metaphysics has been, the meaning of it, it means something different now than obviously what Aristotle meant when he wrote his first books on metaphysics and invented that term. I mean now it kind of suggests more of like a new age, a new age way of life. Which actually I’m also interested in those new age books which more have to do with visualizing the future you’d like to manifest into reality and that kind of  has more of a metaphysical, you would call that like a metaphysical book. But originally it was philosophers trying to trace back the study of the origin of the soul and how the origin of reality came to be. Like so how did we end up here in the studio today? You know it concerns the big bang theory or.. you know whether or not this reality is really happening in real time. It’s just that there’s so many different branches but it’s a science of questions, no answers. 

I think people who get into metaphysics go to universities to study it, to like sit in groups to and talk about why we’re here. Talking about ancient philosophy, it kind of leads to more conversations about how do we become more innovative with technology so we can find out what happened at the beginning by getting closer to the end, to space really, space travel now. Getting closer to seeing what’s out there and beyond. WelI, it’s just such an interesting thing to think about. I’m obviously not the first person to present this question but if we all collectively started to think about what else was out there and pooled all of our imaginations (which is the most important thing), and then resources, and knowledge and money and intelligence towards what’s out there even further. Richard Branson has been very helpful in our advances in space travel and he’s going to continue to kind of, I think, push us all forward with making it really easy to.. *gets cut off by interviewer* “It’s in talking about it where it all begins and that’s something.” (x)

“I was interested in God and how technology could bring us closer to finding out where we came from and why.”
“I majored in metaphysics in college, that’s what I got my degree in. And the reason I chose that was because the Jesuits who were teaching that subject, they weren’t just theologians, they also had backgrounds in science. Obviously the quest for peace, the quest for knowledge of something bigger is…that’s the end game. That’s what I’m really interested in. But technology, I believe, is bringing us closer to maybe figuring out some of those questions, and I think we’ve really seen that in the last ten years. I’m interested just like probably anybody else is. I guess meeting people like Elon Musk and people involved in the tech world in different ways has been interesting to me.” 

“I love the discussions I had with Elon Musk this year, and I enjoyed my talk with (geneticist/ molecular biologist) John Hardy, who is trying to understand what causes Alzheimer’s.” “One of the most promising techniques I learned about was optogenetics: a biological technique that involves the use of light to control cells in living tissue.”
“It’s not only intergalactic possibilities that interest me, it’s the exciting technological horizon we’re looking at right now. There are a lot of people I’m interested in, but I like what Sergey Brin, Yuri Milner and Mark Zuckerberg are doing with the Breakthrough Prize Awards in fundamental physics and life sciences. I think it’s important to have the same amount of attention, focus and glamour (if that’s what’s needed) to bring science to the forefront of people’s everyday lives in the same way that politics or celebrity culture do now.” 

Very young. Poetry, then short stories, then finally songs, awful ones initially. I studied philosophy and metaphysics. I finally knew that there were people like me, a bit weird, out of it. In Lake Placid, there weren’t many people who shared my universe, so the books became my close friends. They’d tell me about New York, about people of whom I became close. I recovered this mood studying philosophy, surrounded by people who weren’t ashamed of questioning, of asking “why do we exist?” instead of “what will the weather be tomorrow?” 
“So I wanted to study philosophy. I was overwhelmed by the world and I hallucinated things of concern to other people: what do we do now, where do we go on vacation?, Do you like my shoes? I, however, was always looking for a guide, a sign, a higher power.” 

Fungus Toxin Triggers Stem Cells to Become Bone

Imagine you’re riding your bike and an unseen tree root sends you flying over the handlebars. You stick an arm out to break your fall, except the force is too much. The bones in your forearm snap like a twig.

A trip to the hospital means you’ll either get a cast or surgery to realign the broken bones so that they can heal properly. Afterwards, it can take up to six months before the bones fully recover. Now, though, University of North Carolina School of Medicine doctors say there might be something on the horizon to significantly decrease the time it takes for bones to reform after injury. 

In an unexpected find, they watched a toxin called cytochalasin D (CytoD), which is produced by certain molds, cause stem cells to transform into new bone cells. The process can be seen in the gif above, with a stem cell exposed to CytoD beginning the process of turning into a bone cell. After seeing this change occur in cultured cells, Dr. Janet Rubin and colleagues injected it into mouse shinbones, where they witnessed “abundant bone formation” after just one week.

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