I feel quite happy actually, I have alot more free time and lately it's been all about me. ME ME ME, selfish time with myself. Lots of long showers and DVDs, leisurely jogs around the park and lots of chocolate. This could also have had something to do with PMS. Whatever, I'm down wifit! You heard me.
So on with the ramblings of the self-indulgent blogger...
University doesn't usually teach me anything of interest that often except how to chow down an entire Indian meal in 5 minutes between classes or how to read text messages really subtly during lectures or how to avoid socialist propaganda vultures using my own aggressive style of self-defense. I rip their beards and throw soap at them, which really gets to them and they scream, My hair! My lack of hygiene! NOOO! Free David Hicks!!!!
But this time University taught me some shit. In my feminist class yesty my tutor/lecturer was boring us all with some Lacanian thought when she came out with one of her freaky facts.
She rarely does this but every now and then she'll say something straight out of Oddspot. One time she told us that a person who had undergone a liver transplant had also received another person's memories. Creepy.
And this time she told us that experiments have found... that if one person raises their index finger up and down for 10 minutes each day they have the same muscle development in a few weeks as a person who sits there for 10 minutes each day and imagines that they're raising their index finger up and down. It's called kinesthetics or something.
It got me thinking that I should start imagining a whole-body workout each day for half an hour or so. I could sit at home on the couch eating chocolate mousse and imagining I'm rock climbing or marathon running. Or even better I wouldn't even have to think if I watched The Biggest Loser for an hour. Just watching that show makes me tired, and no wonder. I'm getting a massive kinesthetics workout!
I'd like to leave you all today with a special treat from the erowid vaults (the what you say? Look here) So enjoy yourselves, lets all get closer together!
9 comments:
"One time she told us that a person who had undergone a liver transplant had also received another person's memories. Creepy."
That is the most ludicrous thing I've ever heard. I can assure that I don't have any of my donor's "memories" nor do any of the dozens of transplant recipients I know personally.
I hope your school watches this nutcase closely for signs of further dimentia.
thanks for the info, who are you?
Haha, Svet, don't mess with the liver transplant community! They're just waiting to pounce.
In ancient myth, Prometheus was chained to a mountain where an eagle picked at his liver with its beak; every day the liver would grow back, and the eagle would come to pick at it again.
Livers are basically gross.
memories are held in your liver? that's incredible! now it makes sense why ppl forget things when they get drunk. the livers working overtime...
I prefer to store other things in my liver other than memories.
Like candy.
Much more practical.
Oh and now comments are closed on his site and now I can't see how he reacted to my awesome arguments.
Darn.
Yeah I know, I guess he didn't like my sarcastic response to blatant patronising.
imagine and tense the same musscles
and you get double the results thats how mike tison ended up being twice as big when he came out of prison than when he went in
maybe i should imagine i can type heaps good and stuff
as for buck its been proven in so many case studies besides memoires there are also food cravings. and just for some stupid trivia jahovus whitness ppl arent allowed to have a blood transfusion for its against there religion even if it will save there life and so they suffer and die slowely, thanks divine joho god teachings u rock
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