Alright, I’ll stop clogging your dash soon enough!
To show Evelyne how much we adore her, we’re going to tweet her with the tag #weloveEbro with reasons that we love her!
This will take place on the 25th and 26th during the ob panels which according to the obtumblr start Friday, July 25th from 6 to 7PM pt and the 26th from 12-12:45PM pt.
Please spread this so we can show our buddy how important she is!
The Doorway Effect: Why your brain won’t let you remember what you were doing before you came in here
I work in a lab, and the way our lab is set up, there are two adjacent rooms, connected by both an outer hallway and an inner doorway. I do most of my work on one side, but every time I walk over to the other side to grab a reagent or a box of tips, I completely forget what I was after. This leads to a lot of me standing with one hand on the freezer door and grumbling, “What the hell was I doing?” It got to where all I had to say was “Every damn time” and my labmate would laugh. Finally, when I explained to our new labmate why I was standing next to his bench with a glazed look in my eyes, he was able to shed some light. “Oh, yeah, that’s a well-documented phenomenon,” he said. “Doorways wipe your memory.”
Being the gung-ho new science blogger that I am, I decided to investigate. And it’s true! Well, doorways don’t literally wipe your memory. But they do encourage your brain to dump whatever it was working on before and get ready to do something new. In one study, participants played a video game in which they had to carry an object either across a room or into a new room. Then they were given a quiz. Participants who passed through a doorway had more trouble remembering what they were doing. It didn’t matter if the video game display was made smaller and less immersive, or if the participants performed the same task in an actual room—the results were similar. Returning to the room where they had begun the task didn’t help: even context didn’t serve to jog folks’ memories.
The researchers wrote that their results are consistent with what they call an “event model” of memory. They say the brain keeps some information ready to go at all times, but it can’t hold on to everything. So it takes advantage of what the researchers called an “event boundary,” like a doorway into a new room, to dump the old info and start over. Apparently my brain doesn’t care that my timer has seconds to go—if I have to go into the other room, I’m doing something new, and can’t remember that my previous task was antibody, idiot, you needed antibody.
I finally learned why I completely space when I cross to the other side of the lab, and that I’m apparently not alone.
this is actually kind of great and it’s nice to know there’s something behind that constant spacing out whenever i enter a different place
FINALLY AN EXPLANATION
This is Danny, he is 5, and turning 6 this Friday. He has terminal cancer and all he wants is for people to send him mail. So I think what we need to do is show this little boy what Tumblr can do. He has a PO box so just drop him a post card or write him a letter! The article says he loves Lego and Super Mario if you need some help figuring out what to say. Draw him a picture, write him a letter, just do something. Also if you could reblog to get this around I think that would be awesome. I’m going to send him a lego Batman this week.
"You can send birthday cards to Danny at P.O. Box 212, Foxboro, MA, 02035. Tell your friends to send one, too. As of Saturday, he’d received about 40 cards. There’s no reason that number shouldn’t be increased a hundred times over."
If you want to read the article you can find it here.
Please help me out with this. I just want to make this little kids day.
Thanks for reading, have a good one.
My next million dollar idea: reluctant exercise videos with people who aren’t perky.
"Just five more… I know, I kind of want to die right now too, but let’s just power through it."
"Okay, new yoga pose. It’s going to ache like a bastard until your hamstrings release, I’m not gonna lie."
"Stretch a little deeper… it’s okay to yell ‘fuck’ at this point, I won’t tell anyone."yes
How Delphine really knew
I haven’t seen this in a while so
evelyne ‘actual puppy slash dork slash sweetheart’ brochu