neuroscience lab

i work in a bilingual lab, so we all speak english and french, but two of us also speak spanish and one of the phd students speaks arabic. so basically this results in us speaking a version of what we call “franglais” (french and english mixed together) that also encompasses several spanish phrases and the 2 arabic words that we all know. and to us this is normal because it’s how we all interact every day, but last week we had a volunteer come in for one of our studies and we were getting her set up in the chair and she just gave us this really confused look and then whispered “what language are you speaking?”

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Ch. 11

  • Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (MAIN) | Park Jimin x Kim Taehyung | Jung Hoseok x Min Yoongi | Kim Namjoon x Kim Seokjin
  • Genre: angst and fluff, soulmate au, scifi
  • Words: 3,285
  • Description: “It’s likely that this person is not one person but a mix of two or more people. It’s not uncommon for someone in your dreams to actual be a combination of more than one person you know in real life. I think your affection for this guy might’ve just given him a ticket to merge with whatever person or people you’ve consistently dreamt of for most of your life” Taehyung explains.

“Hobi, thank you so much for driving me, I am so nervous right now,” You wipe your clammy hands on your thighs as you sit in the passenger’s seat of Hoseok’s car. You were so glad he offered to drive you to Dr. Jeon’s lab because you would be running late otherwise, and being late on the first day would be a horrible way to start off and not to mention leave the most undesirable lasting impression.

“Hey, no prob, I wanted to meet this guy anyways” Hoseok says, head still turn towards the road in front. He was wearing his sunglasses, so you could only see the upward curve of his lips as he grins.

Traffic wasn’t too bad since most people were already at work around 10 in the morning.

When the two of you arrive, you see that it was a huge hospital building that looked very new and modern, with parts of the walls made of glass. The windows reflected the bright sunlight, and there were potted flowers and other shrubs near the main entrance. A round fountain with an abstract design was flowing with shallow water, and people were walking in and out of the automatic revolving door. It definitely seemed like a busy place.

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my lab studies electrical and magnetic neurostimulation. essentially, a lot of what we do involves hooking up electrodes to someone’s scalp and then sending either an electrical current or magnetic pulse across the brain. and like all good scientists, we test our experiments on ourselves first.

being the youngest person in the lab, i’m somewhat of a guinea pig for all these experiments, which means that i spend a lot of time in the lab hooked up to neurostimulation modalities. which can only mean one thing.

guys. i’m gonna turn into a superhero.

My screen looks very fancy – the sort I never imagined I would have, the sort that graces the computers of “geeks” whenever a storyline requires such a character.

But, in all honestly, I have next to no clue why what I am doing is working after three days of reading documentation. 

How many people who regularly have these sort of screens actually know what they are doing?

What in good god is an “exploding layer”?

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Avengers x Reader

Summary: reader is getting a tour of her new job at the Avengers tower, but happens to be the only one who notices an oncoming jet, about to crash into the building.

Word Count: 2617 (!!)

Warnings: angst probably

A/N: this part is so frickin long and I don’t even think it’s that good, sorry. Enjoy though 💛

My eyes snap open, yet I still can’t see because of the tears blurring my vision. I had the oddest of dreams, because it wasn’t one, not really. I couldn’t see anything. I could only feel. I felt everything I ever knew being extracted from my mind. I felt myself lose hope that someone would come find me. I felt lost, so terribly lost and trying to come to terms with what I did. And for a long time, I didn’t feel anything but dead monotone of following orders. But there were good things. Brief, but they mattered all the same. The excitement of experiencing a new future. The relief or reuniting with someone that matters. The happiness that comes with the success of those you love. They were small things, but they kept me alive.

But when my eyes open, I’m heaving out a breath as the tear tracks retreat into my hair. I sit up in my own bed, the one in my suite. Once again, there’s a heart monitor by my side. What happened that was so serious I need a heart monitor?

I unhook myself from my attachments and get up slowly as not to make myself dizzy. I’m in a grey hoodie and short shorts, my legs exposed and my feet bare. Tony takes my mental health seriously, so serious that he refuses to have me in the confines of a hospital, need be. If anything is ever to happen, I’m always in my own room and my own clothes, as I’d he’s bringing the hospital to me. I feel a rush of gratitude for him.

I open my door slowly and walk around the corner of my hallway to see Penny sitting with Tony. They aren’t close by any means, but gravitate together by my existence. They’re talking quietly, each sitting on a couch. Penny spots me standing awkwardly in the hallway and smiles sadly at me. She gets up and walks over to me, touching my arm. The contact makes something flash in my mind, for whatever reason.

“Желание.” a gruff voice says. I flinch away from Penny’s touch and immediately regret it.

“I’m sorry.” I say, reaching back out to her and gripping her hands. I shake my head, clearing the echo of the word. I feel something uneasy inside me as I associate the word with another, one in English. Longing. My eyes squeeze shut. Penny leads me to the couch where Tony is waiting.

“Hey, kid. How ya feeling?” he asks. I open my eyes and sit down on the couch opposite him.

“Um..” I shrug, trying to come up with an answer. “Too much, I think. I’m feeling too much.” Tony nods in understanding. I gaze at him for a moment and hear his voice in my head.

“I don’t care. He killed my mom.” I squeeze my eyes shut again and inhale sharply. Penny places a hand on my shoulder. I take a few breaths and look up at Tony with a shocked expression. He raises his eyebrows at me questioningly. I hear him in my mind again.

"Do you even remember them?” he says. And for the briefest of moments, I see a face. One that is similar to one I saw not so long ago. Similar to one I now feel an aggressive need to protect.

"I remember all of them.” I whimper at the memory. I bite my cheeks and try to convey my thoughts in a different direction. I list off a bundle of facts that one of my supervisors has taught me. My body stirs internally, alerting me I’m no longer invisible. My eyes open and I avoid Tony’s eyes.

“Tony…” I begin. “Something is w-wrong.” I swallow. I don’t need to be looking at him to know there’s a look of worry on his face.

“What happened? The nurses said you passed out in the gym after seeing the Winter Soldier. Did he do something?” Tony says tensely. I feel the anger that he holds for the super soldier. I try to keep my mind clear of what I saw. I try not to make assumptions.

I shake my head and try to gather my own thoughts. Not the ones of the past and of the soldier. My own voice in my own mind.

“I…I looked at him, and I saw everything in his head.” A fresh tear rolls down my cheek. “It hurt.” I whisper. The room goes dead silent, all except for the sound of my sniffles. Penny grips my shoulder to ground me in place.

“What do you mean?” Tony says. But he sounds like already knows my answer. I take a deep breath.

“I saw his…his life.” I say, allowing the smallest peak at Tony’s face. “How did I do that, Tony?” I feel guilt creep into me for putting the weight of the question on him. He shakes his head at the new information, already lost in thought.

“I dunno, kid.”

“So,” Dr. Banner finishes, “in short terms, the combination of all the molecular and chemical induction into your mind and body and all the induced memories that were put into your head, the part of your brain that holds memories is able to radiate a chemical wave to other people’s minds. That’s how you see their life. It’s like opening a flood gate” he finishes, looking like a mixture between awe and exasperation. I lean back into my chair and try not to itch at the suction cups on my temples. My eyes can’t help but scan the large hologram of my brain that sits in front of me, compared to that of Penny’s brain next to it. In correspondence, she sits next to me, looking at the odd pulsing of purple streaks that look to be made up of snowflakes going through my head. Hers lack those. According to Dr. Banner, they lack everyone’s brain but mine. I can’t seem to take my eyes off it. This is what has been making my life a living hell.

"Ржaвый.” I shiver. Tony frowns at the particularly bright pulse of purple snowflakes that flashes on the hologram of my brain. He looks at me.

“Something bugging you?” he asks, nodding at the hologram. I shrug.

“Keep hearing a bunch of Russian words.” Rusted, I think.

“Know what they mean?” Tony says, curious to see if my memory is improving. Before I can answer, he inhales a sharp breath in fear. I frown at him in confusion. I always have words in my head. He knows that.

“Um, I’ve heard two so far. Желание. Means longing. And Ржaвый. Means-”

“Rusted.” Tony cuts me off, a grim look on his face. He begins tapping at his watch furiously.

“What?” I say fearfully. “What are you doing?” Tony looks up.

“Calling for help.” he says. “FRIDAY, I need to get on the phone with T’Challa. And call in Wanda.”

For the next two days, Tony ups security twofold. He won’t tell me what the big deal is. I can’t even see Penny. I rarely see him. He of all people knows that I can’t be left on my own too long because it causes me to think too much. So on the third morning he comes around, I don’t take no for an answer.

“Tony, what the hell is going on?” I ask. He shakes his head and leans against the kitchen counter.

“You and I both know that the moment I tell you, you’ll start thinking and it’ll get to your head before we get a chance to make sure it doesn’t.” he purses his lips.

“But I’m losing my mind in here on my own anyway, Tony. What other option do I have?” I plead. He stares at the counter for a long time.

“You heard any more words?” he asks quietly.

“The Russian ones?” He nods. I bite my lip.

“Семнадцать. Рассвет. Печь. Seventeen. Daybreak. Furnace.” I list off. “What is so different about them?” I ask, exasperated. Tony’s face scrunches up in anxiety.

“I think we know what the next move you kidnappers are planning.” he says after an eternity. “Not why. But we have a guess.”

“What is it?” I say fearfully. Tony sighs, having a debate with himself over whether or not to tell me. He eventually gives an annoyed expression and turns to me.

“Meet me in the private neuroscience lab in an hour.” he says before pushing off the counter and leaving. I throw my head back, fed up with the secrets. My own mind keeps secrets from me. I don’t need people doing it, too.

I’m snapped out of my anxious thoughts at the sound of the the steel doors beeping open, signifying me that access has been granted to someone. A dark-skinned man in a nice suit and a serious yet kind look on his face walks in. He’s trailed by Dr. Banner, Tony, and an average height brunette in a red skirt. The strangers look familiar. I look at Tony in confusion and hop off the table I was sitting on, slowly and awkwardly walking closer to them.

“Y/N, this is Wanda Maximoff. You probably know her. And this King T'Challa of Wakanda. You probably know him as Black Panther.” My eyes widen at the two superheroes. Of course they looked familiar. They’ve been all over the news for months. “They’re here to help out with the situation.” I gawk for a moment, not believing that people with these abilities are in the same room as me. The door reopens to let in another person. I tense at the glimpse of a metal limb. I’m not the only one who does. Tony inhales sharply. Wanda places a hand on his elbow and leads him forward away from the door, whispering something in his ear. He swallows and I remember the thing I saw three days ago. The image of the Winter Soldier suffocating between two red metal arms. What happened between them?

"He killed my mom.” Tony’s broken voice echoes in my head. I can’t help but breathe in a little gasp. Shivers run down my spine as I look up at the soldier. His gaze is directed to the floor with a terse expression on his face. Did he? What don’t I know about?

My eyes scan everyone in the room. Wanda is murmuring firmly to Tony, whose nostrils are flaring. T'Challa is eyeing me carefully. Dr. Banner is playing around with his equipment, setting up something on a table. He hurries over to me and hands me the suction cups that I know to put on my temples. I frown in confusion when he hands an identical pair to the Winter Soldier, who studies them anxiously. He looks up at me to see what I do with mine, which I’ve already begun to make room for on my temples. He watches me clear my hair from the way and press them to the sides of my head. I try to stay casual under his gaze.

Tony walks up beside me and swallows briskly, trying to stay calm. I place a hand on his shoulder and look at him in concern. He shakes his head to dismiss his thoughts and clears his throat to get the attention of the room.

“Okay. T'Challa, your recent breakthrough with the trigger words. Tell me about it.” Tony says quickly, turning around and tapping at the screen of a tablet on the table behind us. T'Challa begins a brief explanation. His voice is raspy and accented. I seem to be hearing an endless amount of different accents in my head. It’s nice to hear one that sounds as soothing as his.

“One of the employees ran in one day with a strange formula. We analyzed and tested theories. It checked through and it worked.” he shrugs. Tony narrows his eyes at his tablet.

“Would you mind giving that employee of yours a call? I’d like to have a little chat with them.” he says. The king purses his lips.

“Mr. Stark, I think it is only fair to know what you are up to if you plan to interrogate one of my staff.” he says.

“I think,” Tony begins, “that the breakthrough was planned.” he nods at Dr. Banner, who in turn projects the image of mine and the Winter Soldier’s brains side by side by a large projector in the empty space of the room. Everyone approaches it except for the Winter Soldier himself, who stares suspiciously at the holograms. I remind myself that he probably isn’t used to this technology.

“So, four nights ago, Y/N looked into Mr. Barnes’ head and relived and experienced his life and the things he’s endured.” Dr. Banner says, making gestures with his hands. He’s in his element. I look back over to the soldier, who is looking at me with a mixture of fear and pain on his face. I stifle a physical shudder at the remembrance of all I saw. All I felt. All I did. “When she did that,” Dr. Banner continues, “she also experienced all the programming that Mr. Barnes unfortunately went through. All HYDRA’s effort to control him were transferred. Into her.” he looks at me in dismay. I read the Winter Soldier’s file. I know what the trigger words are. But that can’t be possible.

“What about the therapy we did? To get rid of the words?” T'Challa says with a clenched jaw. The whole room seems to have gone cold.

“Well, like Tony said, we don’t think the sudden breakthrough was an accident. Y/N’s kidnappers were trying to wipe her mind when she was found. Not only that, they injected her with super serum and gave her enhanced powers.” Wanda looks at me in stunned confusion. I swallow and look down at my sneakers. “From this, we can take away that they were trying to make her stronger. Which means they were trying to use her as a weapon, which they can’t do without getting her on their side, mentally.” Dr. Banner purses his lips. “Don’t you see? It’s their plan B. Once we rescued her and they no longer had direct access to control her brain, the last step of turning her into a weapon, they sent someone to do it for them.” he gestures to the Winter Soldier on the other side of the room.

All eyes go to him, and he shifts uncomfortably. “They obviously knew the things they put in her head. They know the extent of her powers. We don’t. If they knew she would be able to look into Mr. Barnes’ head and transfer the trigger words into her own, they can control her. That’s all they needed. Which makes that formula of yours,” he points to T'Challa, “very suspicious.” The room falls silent to let the information sink in. The rising levels of urgency seem to hit everyone at the same time, who look around at one another in fear and question. I swallow back a wave of panic. Just when I thought I was getting better. I hear another whisper in my head.

"Девять.” I shake my head vigorously. No. I won’t let them control my head. My mind already associates the word with its corresponding English one. Nine.

Tony looks at the purple pulse in my head intensifying, then turns to me in concerned fear.

“Nine.” I whisper.

How much longer before my mind is no longer my own?

“I’m not done with you yet, 108.” an accented man hisses coyly in my head.

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anonymous asked:

Hi Julia! I've got an internship soon and I'm so nervous. It's in a neuroscience lab (I'm a 2nd year undergrad) and they said I should read up on their recent papers, but is there anything else I should do to prepare? I just feel like I'd come off unskilled (which I am) or stupid >_< even though I'm sure the lab is full of lovely people. We haven't strictly planned out what I'll be doing but it's probably similar to lab rotations if that helps at all. Would appreciate any tips, thanks! :)

hi there! congratulations!! this is going to be such a great experience for you. 

i think the most helpful thing for you to do right now would be these things when reading the papers:

  • write down the main question they’re asking/exploring in the paper. this sets everything up. you can also do some research on what lead up to that question (eg. important past findings, knowledge gaps, clinical needs, etc).
  • familiarize yourself with the methods, as these will probably be the techniques you will be learning in lab. i find it helpful to youtube the techniques so you can watch the process. 
  • write down the main conclusions from the paper, as everything else in lab will be built upon those conclusions.
  • write down what their future directions are (if they state it). this may give you a good idea of what current experiments are being run. 
  • write down any and all questions you have regarding anything! do they talk about a pathway you’re not familiar with? ask! super complicated mouse model? ask! nothing shows your preparation quite like having a list of questions–it means you did your homework, and you’re passionate about learning more about the research. 
  • lastly, don’t stress if nothing in the papers makes sense. those things are really hard to understand if you’re not familiar with the science/field/techniques/results. there are a lot of little nuances that will only be understandable with experience. if you can at least walk away with a general idea of what the lab is working on, then that’s ok. you will learn more, and at the end of your internship, you’ll go back to these papers and realize just how much more you understand!

aaaaaand that’s it! not a big list, i know, but you really don’t know what you should prepare for until you’re more familiar with your project and your techniques. your mentor (probably a lab tech or grad student) will teach you all you need to know. and it’s ok if you feel like you're “inexperienced”. no one expects an undergrad to come into a lab knowing every single technique; we know you’re here to learn!

as for general lab stuff, i would recommend bringing a light jacket as some labs and offices can get pretty chilly, and a notebook to jot down notes in. and if someone is showing you a technique/protocol that you’ll be using down the line, ask for a copy of the protocol and take notes on it. 

once you’re more settled in your lab and see what your routine is, you’ll have a better idea of what else to bring (eg. headphones, snacks, etc)

remember: no one expects you to be a super duper expert on the 1st day! you’ll be taking everything one reasonable step at a time, with plenty of help along the way. it’s in everyone’s interest that you feel comfortable with whatever you’re doing :)

good luck, and have fun! let me know how it goes! i’d love to hear what you’re working on!

Mind blown whilst reading more of the theory underlying my lab.

“Lets examine what is going on in the chaos game. Information from the roll of the die is random. The system has no idea where it is going, until the dice is rolled. Forecasting the direction of the system is impossible. Yet, once the system receives information, it is processed according to internal, deterministic rules. The result is a limited range of possibilities, but the number of possibilities is infinite.”

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Avengers x Reader

Summary: reader is getting a tour of her new job at the Avengers tower, but happens to be the only one who notices an oncoming jet, about to crash into the building.

Word Count: 1618

Warnings: cursing

A/N: I’m sorry, this part is so boring. But next part has more oomph, promise 💛

I take a deep breath. In through my nose it comes, and out through my mouth like a wave crashing to the shore, and out again. I try to conjure up a joyful memory. My head wanders to my high school graduation. Penny was gripping my hand so hard I lost circulation in my fingers. But I didn’t care. I was becoming an adult. I was joining my community. I was being set free, and it I long for the feeling of knowing. Knowing what I wanted to do, what I was, who I was. Now, though, I’m lost. Completely.

I grunt in frustration and open my eyes. Wanda smiles at me reassuringly.

“Sorry.” I mumble. She shakes her head.

“Don’t worry. We’ve been working a while. Let’s take a break, yeah?” she says. I nod and reach for a plastic bottle of water on the end table by my couch. Wanda looks at me sympathetically. I sigh.

“It’s just. It’s hard to think good thoughts when I don’t even really know if they’re all real. Or if they belong to someone else or they were put there.” I murmur, picking at the skin of my leg as I sit cross-legged on the cushion.

“Of course. I understand. After my brother passed away, the only way I was able to use my powers was through negative feelings. Sometimes, it makes us more powerful when we use our powers out of negative emotions. But it makes us a hundred times more dangerous. So we don’t rely on it.” she says with an comforting expression. I bite my lip and nod. “Okay.” she says, getting up. “I think we can finish for today. I’ll give Tony a report later. If you want, you can join me for dinner. It’s not much, I’m just getting a pizza.” she shrugs with a soft smile. I return it.

“I’d like that.” I nod.

“Okay. FRIDAY will let you know where to find me. I’ll see you in an hour?” I nod, and she waves before exiting my suite.

I lay back on the couch, exhausted by all the damage control that had been done. The little meeting had only been yesterday, yet its results were instant. King T'Challa got his team back on the case of the trigger words and began a mad hunt for the employee who gave them the formula. Tony believes that my kidnappers wouldn’t just send in the Winter Soldier blindly. He believes there would be someone here to watch and supervise, so he has been using all his time to flush a rat out of his system. Wanda had been assigned to help me control my powers, as she is the only Enhanced Tony knows who can do that. I’m not sure what happened with the Winter Soldier, but he is probably back to being a guinea pig for King T'Challa’s team until they can figure out their own way to get the trigger words out. Tony has made me write lengthy reports whenever I hear any word in any language that isn’t English. Just today, I’d gone to see Dr. Simone, Dr. Banner, and an elite team of scientists to poke around in my brain. I had an anxiety attack halfway through and Tony sent me back to my living quarters, insisting I had been emotionally drained for the day.

After getting the chance to calm down, Wanda came to me and began our lesson which Tony issued. She’s incredibly sweet and understanding. Her level of patience is almost unbearable.

I decide to take a quick shower, as I’m probably really sweaty from all the effort of the day. After I come out and throw on black leggings and a hoodie, I still have twenty minutes before I need to seek out Wanda for pizza. I take the time to wander around the tower for a while. Most of the floors are open to me, but some are restricted. In the elevator, I peer at the buttons intently, looking all the way from the garage to the 70th floor. What fills them all?

I spend twenty minutes pressing random floors and sailing through the elevator until I reach them, never actually stepping out and onto the floor. FRIDAY eventually reminds me of my meeting time with Wanda and sends the elevator to the 49th floor. Once I step onto the sleek wood floor, I need to place a hand on the wall to keep myself from getting dizzy after nearly half an hour of elevator riding. I shake away a few flashing images of old grainy footage in my mind and take a look around the room.

To my right, there’s a glass conference room with a long mahogany table and a large TV. The left of the floor has a large lounge room, filled with scarlet red and mustard yellow couches and another flat-screen. At the other wall, there’s a large opening a few paces from the kitchen leading into a wide hallway full of doors. Just as I notice them, one of those doors open to reveal a person. They begin walking in my direction, and I see him as he enters the light. Captain fucking America.

He notices my presence instantly and looks at me in alarm. He cautiously walks across the room so he stands a few meters from me.

“Uh…hello.” he says, but it sounds like a question. I try to tell myself to breathe, but the elevation in heartbeat makes a few random Chinese words race through my head in a sinister whisper, the same three words. 提取,部署,疏散. Extract, deploy, evacuate. I shudder and look up at him. My shoulders square as I try my best to seem unbothered.

“I’m uh, here to see Wanda. I’m Y/N—” I begin, but he cuts me off.

“I know who you are.” he nods. His hand extends to shake mine. “I’m Steve.” I tentatively fit my fingers into his in a handshake, but my arms feel to weak to move. He shakes it and then drops his own arm. He knows me? “Wanda’s room is the third one on the right.” He looks like he wants to say something, his mouth opening with brows furrowed in conflict. Instead, he bows his head in goodbye and heads to the elevator.

Wanda’s door opens and she peaks out of it to look at me.

“Oh, hey.” she smiles. “Come on, what are you waiting for?”

After a dinner of greasy pizza and Friends reruns with Wanda, it’s almost midnight. It didn’t take us long to finish the pizza, but we spent a great deal of time talking and watching the show. Time got away from us. It’s nice to click with someone so easily, even after all that’s happened. It reminds me that even though it’ll take me my whole life, I still have a chance at being normal.

Once I finally leave, I’m not anywhere near ready to sleep. I decide I want to do a bit of tinkering with the resolution of the holographic projections on the watch Tony issued me. The design interests me, so maybe I can try to make one of my own. I’ve been learning about it in my workshops.

I head down to the private neuroscience lab because I don’t know where else to go. It’s not a good idea to wander into unfamiliar labs in the middle of the night, so I figure I’ll go to a lab I see everyday and know my way around.

When the elevator door opens and I get past the steel doors with a quiet beeping, I am met with the sound of quiet arguing. It stops almost momentarily at the sound of the door opening. I stiffen with effort and look at the two people debating. Tony and Dr. Banner are staring at the door in confusion, wondering who came in. A smile dances on my lips. They can’t see me. I did it. Thank you, Wanda.

“I’m just saying, Tony.” Dr. Banner redirects his attention and shakes his head in disapproval. “You think it won’t get out somehow? It’s not your choice. It’s hers.”

“I’m not offering her a choice to essentially get herself killed, and on my account.” Tony retaliates. “Do you think it’s a good idea?” he says rhetorically.

“Of course I don’t, but it doesn’t matter what I think. Just like it doesn’t matter what you think because it should be her. Choice.” Dr. Banner presses. Tony shakes his head, clearly not convinced.

“Bruce, you know I can’t. It’ll kill her. I’ll kill her.” he says quietly. I stare at them in confusion.

“Okay.” Dr. Banner says. “But…just indulge me and just tell her. You don’t need to let her do it, but Y/N has enough secrets kept from her, by her. Don’t keep a secret from her.” My heart jumps into my throat and sinks to my knees at the same time, if that is even possible.

“What are you keeping from me?” I ask quietly from my place at the door. Both their heads whip to the door, but they still can’t see me. They know who it is, though. There’s only one person in the tower who can go invisible.

Regret instantly washes over Tony’s expression. I purse my lips like an upset child. My body stirs back to visibility. There’s a crestfallen look on my face.

“Y/N…” he began. But there’s no way to recover.

“I thought you were the exception.” I say in defeat, looking down to the ground. I’m out of the door as fast as I had come into it.

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Taste-Changing Spoon Experiment - Dara O'Briain’s Science Club

The colour of food doesn’t just affect what it looks like, it affects what it tastes like in our mouth but what about what we eat it from? Taken from Dara O'Briain’s Science Club.

By: Brit Lab.

OneNote Lab Journal

I started using OneNote as my lab journal a couple days ago and so far, I LOVE IT.

Normally I’m a pen and paper sort of girl, but writing all of the stuff I do down was getting overwhelming, and I wanted to keep pictures and notes and diagrams in one place. Plus, I was frustrated with trying to find old protocols I haven’t used in a while, or looking for a specific but obscure note from one of my four lab notebooks.

A couple of weeks ago I noticed that one PI in the department had a OneNote account that all her students used, and I saw how organized all of their stuff was, and being me - the organization freak - I had to try it out, and so far, I find it immensely helpful.

I have multiple projects going on and OneNote is making it so so so helpful to organize it all. I love that I can take pictures of a diagram I drew or a picture of one of my bacterial plates or an image of my gel and place it right next to the respective notes for that experiment. I also love that I can organize my project into its different subtype (vector construction, cell culture, transplant, etc…) and keep the respective notes in an organized place. It’s super easy to just take a picture using my phone, upload it using the iOS OneNote app, then open the program on my computer and it being there immediately.

I also like that I can put all my protocols in one place and just control F to find the right one rather than flipping through four different notebooks.

Here’s how I organized my OneNote so far:

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SORRY for being absent for a while, took a MUCH NEEDED 4-day vacation from work as a sort of cleanse from the stress of candidacy exams to hike part of the Appalachian Trail with my roommate Alex (working in a neuroscience lab at Emory) and Dave (also in the Jui Lab).

Included some pictures because this was an awesome awesome trip, and to show the world that you CAN still have a life in grad school…just might have to try a little harder than usual at it. 

Feel very revived and ready to be super productive before the break I’m taking at Christmas!

^^^Email exchange from our clinical trial researcher collaborator (they provide the data, we provide the analysis).

What happens when clinical trials researchers get together with computational neuroscientist/statistical physicists.

The clinical researchers call what we do “fancy math,” as if we wave a wand that shoots sparkly numbers out.


shutthefuckupandlistenidiots  asked:

"assuming animal cognition is non-existent until proven otherwise"??? I literally work in an animal neuroscience lab and you have clearly never even bothered to read anything in the field. Ranting about how people assume animals don't think, and how far ahead we'd be if we actually looked into animal cognition-- and WE DO. WE LITERALLY HAVE ENTIRE JOURNALS DEDICATED TO IT. You didn't even google before talking out your ass about how smart you are and how dumb everyone else is you idiot bitch

uh i studied it and that’s literally my point like we’re dedicating a lot of time and energy to repeatedly proving animals actually have thoughts and feelings and i never said i was smart ever or acted like no one else is but cool i guess

The teenage brain has been characterized as a risk-taking machine, looking for quick rewards and thrills instead of acting responsibly. But these behaviors could actually make teens better than adults at certain kinds of learning.

“In neuroscience, we tend to think that if healthy brains act in a certain way, there should be a reason for it,” says Juliet Davidow, a postdoctoral researcher at Harvard University in the Affective Neuroscience and Development Lab and the lead author of the study, which was published last week in the journal Neuron.

But scientists and the public often focus on the negatives of teen behavior, so she and her colleagues set out to test the hypothesis that teenagers’ drive for rewards, and the risk-taking that comes from it, exist for a reason.

Teens’ Penchant For Risk-Taking May Help Them Learn Faster

Illustration: Luciano Lozano/Getty Images

I’m working on bits of my sociology of STEM manuscript while my code runs through large data sets. 

And it strikes me: Wow, I started out at fashion school and here I am, six years after the fact of dropping out, as a computational neuroscientist/statistical physics trainee.

I am glad our academic system makes that possible, that I was able to pull that off and that my sociology work goes toward answering the question how that path is very weird.

Tests raise hopes for radical new therapy for phobias and PTSD

Scientists have raised hopes for a radical new therapy for phobias and post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) with a procedure that can dampen down fears linked to painful memories.

The advance holds particular promise for patients because in early tests, researchers found they could reduce anxieties triggered by specific memories without asking people to think about them consciously.

That could make it more appealing than exposure therapy, which aims to help patients overcome their phobias by making them confront their fears in a safe environment, for example by encouraging them to handle spiders or snakes in the clinic.

The new technique, called fMRI decoded neurofeedback (DecNef), was developed by scientists at the ATR Computational Neuroscience Lab in Japan. Mitsuo Kawato, who worked with researchers in the UK and the US on the latest study, said he wanted to find an alternative to exposure therapy, which has a 40% drop-out rate among PTSD patients.

“We always thought this was ambitious, but it worked the way we hoped it would,” said Ben Seymour, a clinical neuroscientist and member of the team at Cambridge University. “We don’t completely erase the fear memory, but it is substantially reduced.”

A brain image showing a pattern activity across the brain associated with one of the fear-triggering stimuli. Photograph: Mitsuo Kawato/Ben Seymour

flower-girl-love  asked:

How did you get started on your (spiritual) journey ? Namaste

Ever since I was a child, starting in elementary school, I rejected the conventional notion of reality. It seemed to me that the world in which adults chose to live, the world that they forced upon their children, was dull and lifeless. 

When I was in fourth grade, I stumbled upon Wicca and loved it. As I grew older, I moved through a variety of occult and supernatural traditions. I loved the way they revealed reality to be something so much more miraculous than the average person allowed. 

But as I entered high school, I found myself possessed by a great fear of death. Many nights I would lay awake in bed, wracked by a terror of oblivion. 

The summer before my senior year of high school, my father died. That shook me up tremendously and forced me to start asking different questions. What’s the point of a magical reality if it all ended with death and destruction? Furthermore, how can we really be happy? I was beginning to recognize that I had no idea what truly made me happy. 

My girlfriend didn’t get it, nor anyone else I knew at the time. So I set out to find insight. I didn’t want answers or beliefs. I wanted my own knowing, my own understanding. But I knew I needed the guidance of others. 

Not two years later, one of my best friends took his own life. Again, the presence of death in my life caused me to reevaluate what is truly important. 

I met my guru the summer after my freshman year of college, although at the time I just considered him to be my meditation teacher. Moving forward, I practiced daily meditation and read many books for inspiration. 

After graduating college, my life as I knew it collapsed. I was a bit of a stoner in college, which just wasn’t an acceptable lifestyle after college. My girlfriend of six years and I inevitably split, and I had a difficult time finding a job. Stuck at home, life entirely changed, and in pain, I was forced to face many things that I could have easily spent a lifetime ignoring. 

Instead, I stared it all down. I persevered with an hour of meditation daily. I took up the practice of yoga and kicked my smoking habit. I reevaluated what is important yet again. And I continued moving forward. 

Now I’m going back to school, doing a premed program attending Columbia in NYC while working part time and doing volunteer work in a neuroscience lab. First semester wrapped up, I’m feeling in harmony with where this is all going. But who knows?

The path goes on and on without a destination. It’s not about where the wave takes you but how well you ride it. 

All delusions of control dashed by obvious immensity of that wave, what other choice do we have but to find our balance again and again? When you are surrounded by nothing but running water, the illusion of attachment is a painful distraction. Grasping is not balance, but by loving we may keep all sentient beings in our heart.

Namaste :)

Txch This Week: Super Bowl Spreads The Flu And Turing’s Math Cracks Brain Codes

by Michael Keller

This week on Txchnologist, we traveled into the darkness two miles below the ocean surface, we discovered that bioengineers had created a new safety switch for genetically modified microbes and we slowed down time to get a whole new understanding of a popular science demonstration.

First up, we learned marine researchers with NASA and the universities of Southern California and Hawaii had uncovered new species of microbes living in aquifers buried under the Pacific Ocean seafloor. The find adds to evidence that up to a third of the planet’s total mass of living organisms exist in these isolated aquifers made of porous basaltic rock below the oceans.

Next, two teams at Harvard and Yale published papers this week on their work to engineer kill switches into genetically modified bacteria. They did it by rewriting pieces of the microbes’ genomes to make them dependent on synthetic amino acids not found in the environment. The key could open the door to genetically modified organisms more safely doing important work like destroying pollutants, making pharmaceuticals and producing biofuels.

Finally, chemists in the Czech Republic and Germany explained how a popular chemistry demonstration works. Many students over the years have been wowed by the simple addition of an alkali metal like sodium to a bit of water. The result is explosive. The reaction, though, wouldn’t work if it weren’t for the rapid flood of electrons out of the metal that forces tiny spikes to shoot out.

Now we’re bringing you the news and trends we’ve been following this week in the world of science, technology and innovation.

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