Brain stimulation restores memory during lapses, research shows
A team of neuroscientists at the University of Pennsylvania has shown for the first time that electrical stimulation delivered when memory is predicted to fail can improve memory function in the human brain. That same stimulation generally becomes disruptive when electrical pulses arrive during periods of effective memory function.
The research team included Michael Kahana, professor of psychology and principal investigator of the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency’s Restoring Active Memory program; Youssef Ezzyat, a senior data scientist in Kahana’s lab; and Daniel Rizzuto, director of cognitive neuromodulation at Penn. They published their findings in the journal Current Biology.
I scene I wished we had for Quintis from Monday night's episode: "I don't think we need a family planning expert, Doc." Happy telling Toby she's pregnant?? 😊Please and thank you, lovely!!😘
Hi! Thanks so much for the prompt–so sweet and fluffy, I was immediately inspired. This is obviously a follow-up to 3x21 so minor spoilers for that episode. Thanks for the prompt 😊 I hope you like it!
“So, who knew 197 was going to be so involved in the wedding planning process?” Toby asks as they sit side by side, two estheticians gently rubbing the exfoliant into their skin. The pressure of the tiny circles around his temple cause him to moan lightly.
Happy chuckles. “He fought for the position.” She sighs as the woman dries her hands and moves to massage the tension out of her shoulders. “They all did.”
“Yeah, but I assumed it was more of a title thing,” he says. “You saw how competitive the team was.”
“True. Maybe at first.” She shrugs slightly. “But he’s working with Paige.”
“He cares about her,” she says as if it is the most obvious thing in the world, even as a self-proclaimed robot. She turns her head, opening one eye and raising her eyebrow as she guages his reaction. “Don’t act like you don’t know it too.”
“I’m not denying it.” He repositions the slices of cucumbers over his eyes. “But that’s because I’m a Harvard-trained–”
“–behaviorist, I know.” Happy chuckles. “They’ve just never been subtle about it.”
“Point taken.” Toby relaxes further into his chair.
A minute later, the two women bid their farewells with promises of being back in five minutes to finish the exfoliation process, dimming the lights and closing the door on their way out. “I could live like this forever,” Toby sighs, exhaling deeply. Happy murmurs her assent. “Except for the fact that we’d never leave, so we could never get married.”
She shakes her head, but a grin pulls at her lips. “I suppose that’s a trade-off I wouldn’t make either.” She adds a snide, “Or we could just have them marry us here.”
He gasps, faux horror lacing his words. “And then we’d never have our first dance.” He pauses, smiling as he remembers the night on the college campus, the gentle swaying in the moonlight. “First dance as a married couple,” he amends.
“To a song we can’t even decide on.”
“Hey, I suggested several song selections.”
“And I am saying that none of those will be our song. Everything you suggest is washed out ‘80s music. Not even the good stuff.”
He scoffs. “I take offense to that.”
“The partners in crime will figure it out.” She rolls her neck.
“You confident about that?”
“Yes.” She sighs. “Besides, it’s tedious work. Better if they do it.”
“Better? Like when Walter planned all of our appointments for the next week? With every professional in the state of California?” Happy laughs, light and airy in a way unusual for her. He smiles at her, at seeing her in her most relaxed state. It’s a beautiful thing to witness. “With the economist and that hack of a shrink.”
“You think everyone who isn’t you is a hack.”
“Correction: I thought Dr. Rizzuto was quack, not a hack. He’s not professional enough to be a hack.” He can practically feel her roll her eyes, despite the cucumber slices still covering his. “Not to mention he also booked us a family planner.” His lips twist up uncomfortably. “I don’t know whether to be impressed with all he’s trying to do for us or feel like he’s talking about our sex life.”
“That is…unpleasant,” Happy says, gently pulling the cucumbers from her refreshed eyes. She wants to see his face for this. “But,” she turns slightly to face him, quiet enough to not alert him to her nervous tension and habitual shifting, “I don’t think he needs to worry about us.”
“Right.” She watches him nod. “We’ll be just fine.”
“That’s not what I meant.” She folds her hands together, trying to will them to stop shaking. He furrows his brows and she can’t help but think how adorable he is, not that she’d ever admit it out loud. She clears her throat and carries on. “I don’t think we need a family planning expert.”
He scrunches his eyebrows, the cakey-white exfoliant crinkling with the lines of his face. She waits a beat, then two, before exhaling a shaky breath. “Are you?” He asks, trailing off, quickly pulling the cucumbers off his eyes. He turns toward her to find her already facing him, a nervous gleam in her eyes. She nods, looking down as she plays with her fingers once more. “We’re,” he cuts off to smile, and when she looks up, she swears the smile reaches his eyes it’s so wide.
“I’m pregnant, Toby.” This wasn’t exactly how she planned to tell him, but it’s out there now. The calm and serenity of a moment so close and intimate now filling the room with joy and excitement. She hadn’t wanted some fancy announcement. She just wanted him. And them. Together. Together and happy. That was their perfect moment.
And shortly after, the estheticians would walk back in to find mussed hair and crinkled paste, some exfoliant trapped on the culprits’ hands, but for once, Happy wouldn’t care. They’re getting married. They are going to be a family. They are, for all intents and purposes, living the life they always dreamed. And that is more than she could ever ask for.
Harry Shum Jr., who currently stars in the Freeform fantasy series Shadowhunters, is joining the Escape Plan franchise. The former Glee star is set to appear in Emmett/Furla/Oasis Films’ Escape Plan 3: Devil’s Station, along with Tyler Jon Olson and Sergio Rizzuto. Sylvester Stallone returning as the star with John Herzfeld is on board to direct from a script by Miles Chapman, who wrote the previously two pics.
In this installment, the daughter of a Hong Kong tech executive goes missing in what appears to be a routine ransom job. As Breslin (Stallone) and his crew delve deeper, they discover the culprit is the deranged son of one of their former foes, who also kidnapped Breslin’s love and is holding her inside the massive prison known as Devil’s Station. Shum Jr. will play Bao, who joins Breslin’s team on the rescue mission.
Inspired by Basquiat, my chariots of fire Everybody took shots hit my body up I’m tired Build me up, break me down, to build me up again They like Hov we need you back so we can kill your ass again Hov got flow though he’s no Big and Pac but he’s close How I’m supposed to win they got me fighting ghosts…..
Same sword they knight you they gone good night you with Shit that’s only half if they like you That ain’t even the half what they might do Don’t believe me, ask Michael.
See Martin, see Malcolm You see Biggie, see Pac, see success and it’s outcome See Jesus, see Judas See Ceasar, see Brutus See success is like suicide Suicide, it’s a suicide If you succeed prepare to be crucified Hmm, media meddles, niggas sue you you settle Every step you take they remind you, you ghetto So it’s tough being Bobby Brown To be Bobby then, you gotta be Bobby now Now the question is is to have had and lost Better than not having at… man.
Everybody want to be the king til shots ring You laying in the balcony with holes in your dream Or you Malcolm Xed out getting distracted by screams Everybody get your hands off my jeans! Everybody look at you strange, say you changed Uh, like you work that hard to stay the same Uh, game stayed the same, the name changed So it’s best for those to not overdose on being famous Most kings get driven so insane That they try to hit the same vein that Kurt Cobain did New dangers, so strangers invited to the inner sanctum of your chambers Low chained them, the enemy’s approaching so raise your draw bridge and drown him in the moat In the spirit I’m evoking kurt with…
Everybody screaming they want the old Hov But the new and improved Hov hit like Albert Pujols Everybody wanna hear me talk that money like Phil Rizzuto But my mind is on Pluto Bills that I do fold I now invest on trying to find some loopholes in the IRS So where I used to have a few hoes I am just Concentrating on making a new Hov through sex I’ve awaken just to try to school those putos Trying to follow in my shoes with jewels-froze Better adhere to this text ‘fore you go Broke spending more than you accrued on silly baguettes I know silly begets, silly you learn on your own At least my conscience is clear I’m no longer steering you wrong Ain’t nothing wrong with baguettes after you get a home Take care of your home, you can go back and um….
I’m getting courted by the bosses, the Edgars and Doug Morrises-sss Jimmy I and Lyor’s-sss Gotta be more than choruses-sss They respecting my mind now, just a matter of time now Operation take over corporate Make Oval offices-sss Then take over all of it Please may these words be recorded To serve as testimony that I saw it all before it Came to fruition, sort of a premonition Uh, uncontrollable hustler’s ambition Alias superstitition like Stevie, The writing’s on the wall like my lady, right BB? Saw it all before so they all thought I was crazy Maybe, like a fox I’m cagey Ah, ah, the more successful, the more stressful The more and more I transform to Gordan Gekko In the race to a billion, got my face to the ceiling Got my knees on the floor, please Lord forgive him Has he lost his religion, is the greed gonna get him? He’s having heaven on earth, will his wings still fit him? I got the Forbes on my living room floor And I’m so dope to the core, fucker I want more Time’s most influential was impressive Especially since I wasn’t in the artist’s section Had me with the builders and the titans Had me right with Rupert Murdoch The billionaire boys and some dudes you never heard of Word up on Madison Ave is I’m a cash cow Word down on Wall St. homie you get the cash out IPO Hov no need for reverse merger The boy money talk no need to converse further The baby blue Maybach like I own Gerber Boardroom I’m lifting your skirt up The corporate take ….nigga.
Man….I’m not even a Jay fan and I’ll tell you he went in on this…
Phil Rizzuto, the oldest living Hall of Famer, dies in his sleep at a New Jersey nursing home from complications of pneumonia at the age of 89. Scooter, who was enshrined at Cooperstown for outstanding play as a shortstop during the Yankee dynasty years of the 1940’s and 50’s, became a popular icon in New York as a result of his unique broadcasting style of Yankee games and his appearance in numerous commercials, as well as lending his voice on Meat Loaf’s “Paradise by the Dashboard Light” rock hit which won a Grammy.
A pre-St. Patrick’s Day celebration near the flagship campus of the University of Massachusetts spiraled out of control, pitting police in riot gear against thousands of drunken and unruly revelers at the annual “Blarney Blowout.”