bexish

#music #spotify

Science :)): Researchers Identify Key Brain Cell in Antidepressant Action →

Antidepressant medications such as Prozac have helped improve mood and lessen anxiety in millions of people with major depression. But scientists know surprisingly little about how these drugs work.

“There may be many different cell types whose activity you can alter to have a beneficial impact…

(Source: hhmi.com)

— 1 week ago with 54 notes

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxAOL_w2Ujo&feature=share →

…oh not to touch a hair on your head, leave you as you are… if he felt he had to direct you, then direct you into my arms.

— 1 week ago

Check It Out with Dr. Steve Brule - s02e04 - Space (by mygothcorpse)

tears. TEARS!

— 1 week ago

:)

ah, the power of amorous thinking. she woke up to five missed calls (and finally seriously contemplated getting that replacement phone). they had all taken place in the span of an hour and were from a phone based out of Beverly, MA. her stomach fluttered. she fumbled sleepily to call her voicemail and, sure enough, heard his voice, viscous and slowly dripping like honey, on the other end of the line. she cursed her sleep while thanking angels she was now not sure she had never believed in. three messages. the first let her know that he was in charleston, only reachable on that line for another hour or so, that he wasn’t sure how long he’d be in charleston, and that he missed her, wanted to hear her voice… and that he loved her. the second message remembered that she was “probably asleep because it’s late,” and reminded her again that he loved her and that he couldn’t wait to see her soon. the third, “hey. i love you.” she heard a soft and guardless wombiness in his voice that told her he really did. in ecstasy, she melted back into her bed, far too awake now and lost in beautiful thoughts to go back to sleep and snooze for the usual 45 minutes… enveloped in a love that she recognized, again, as unprecedented, honest, raw, and perfect… even if impermanent.

— 1 week ago

sigh

(Source: Spotify)

— 1 week ago

#music #spotify

rumblings of a short.

…perhaps. or perhaps it’s just theraputic right now.

click, click, click… she checked her phone like a lab rat pumped with adrenaline. she knew the futility. ”relax,” she told herself, “there’s no point in getting all worked up. there isn’t even a point to waiting around. he’ll call if and when he calls.” over the years, the cure for boredom she found in her string of sub-par relationships had mingled with the hiccuping, coughing, gasping last winds of the intensity she had felt for the one boy she truly loved, and this unfortunate outcome had left her a bit schizophrenic of the heart. still, she knew that this time, it was something like she had never felt before. there was no precedent — no experience she could draw on. the freshness and uncertainty made her giddy.

“but,” she thought to herself, “he said he’d call when he got to the states. did he mean literally when he got to the states? or did he mean when he finally got up to boston? because if i was swimming behind that damn boat blowing vaguely in the general direction of those sails, they would have reached charleston at least — damn. maybe yesterday? like i know shit about sailing. and like i even have the right to be getting impatient and expecting things. yeah, but he didn’t have to say he’d call, get me all worked up. i’m anxious. is he OK? damn, i’d really like to hear his voice.” she felt angry at herself for letting all of these thoughts lay an ambiguous but general pressure on her day. it didn’t help that work was so slow. ”my thoughts ate my brain today,” she texted her coworker-friend. ”between that and how exhausted i am from the gym and the dinner i just had with my mom, i’m out. sorry.” keeping up with social obligations was also starting to make her retreat into an intense ambivalence. memorial day weekend was at hand, and she wanted an adventure. however, she had already peppered her weekend with promises to friends. that, and no one seemed to find the idea of going to the opposite coast — the one that would not be ravaged by the chaos of “Urban Beach Week,” plus the regular long weekend beach chaos — as appealing as she had. ”am i the only one who wants to forsake it all for tanning, swimming, biking, and relaxing on a hammock? what is wrong with everyone?”

the unusual, bonus enthusiasm came from the fact that this would be her first PAID holiday at her relatively new job. her boss had told her he wanted to hold her three month evaluation a bit earlier, too. this excited her. she knew she had dazzled the whole union hall with her efficiency and intelligence, and, perhaps more importantly, her quick wit and charm. she just prayed that a decertification wasn’t on the horizon for her local. it wasn’t a far-fetched fear. people were dropping like flies, one of the reps was terminated, and no one was organizing. even the bulk of the international crew that was working out of her local’s office had dropped their wrenches where they stood and moved on to matters of other locals. she had faith in her organization, or at least the general ideas behind it. she did not, however, have faith that her community was one that could actually do much to constitute a union. she knew she was right about that. her city is a fickle town — everyone’s always too busy to attend any summits, rallies, or meetings, and its people have made a hobby out of passing the buck. a union is exactly what it sounds like — a unified body of people with the common thread of, among other things, the desire for justice… for EVERYONE. her city is a “what can you do for ME?” city. no one cares about her/his neighbor. and unions just don’t work that way. the complaint calls had grown in light of the fact that a union that should have at least four or five reps (and at least ONE a spanish speaker) was now functioning on two (neither of whom spoke spanish). there were more politics involved as well. and frankly, in today’s economy, what entry level government worker can afford a $20 cut off of every paycheck? that might have been a rhetorical question if the answer wasn’t so painfully obvious.

click. still nothing. she purchased the phone she had to upgrade to, after her last one completely died on her, while he was still in town. that experience became a joke. ”you know what i wanna do? let’s go sit in the verizon store for a few hours. right?” the memory of his laugh echoed in her mind. she closed her eyes with a corner of her lips raised and was now saturated in him again. this new phone worked alright, except for the fact that the speaker gave out on the second day. while she liked the freedom from the startling, interrupting, unnerving ringer, she had also become, over the years, a cellphone zombie just like everyone else in her generation. she had gone back to the cellphone store (feeling the reverberating lack of him) to have it replaced. the sales rep agreed to do just that, but when he told her there was no way to save her text messages, she declined. she got a kick out of reading that last one: ”miss you too. hope you know how much i appreciate all you’ve done for me. more importantly, though, i hope you understand how much i appreciate you. i love you.” she had known for years that she loved him. she just had no idea that she would get a chance to love him. how much? how long? how often? it ceased to matter. all that mattered was that the intensity she felt for him that first day six years ago — when they sat and talked for hours over lukewarm canned beer by the bay and he asked her to run away with him to mexico to fight with rural people for their life and dignity — was the same intensity she still felt every time he looked at her. she had fallen in love then, she had been in love for fleeting hours when she’d see him around with mutual friends whenever he was passing through town… and she was most certainly in love now. fortunately, he had admitted to similar feelings. as a matter of fact, he had remembered some of their interactions that she had forgotten, and vice versa. vague fumes of recollections were passed between them and they laughed at their past whiskey-soaked indiscretions.

and then there was that moment between them and satie. and she knew she could never want anything else.

— 1 week ago

carlzimmer:

Compared to Jupiter’s moon Europa, our planet is practically a desert, as this NASA image shows. It’s a computer visualization showing Europa and a dried-out Earth, with the volume of all their water represented by blue spheres.

(Details at APOD: 2012 May 24 - All the Water on Europa)

— 1 week ago with 3431 notes

wryer:

I drew this for Alice because she’s silly

it doesn’t mean anything it’s just an iguana wearing a shirt and tie

— 1 week ago with 7024 notes