I love these guys
“Poor guy, huh?” Judd cuts in, proving that they are, in
fact, eavesdropping. “Has to choose between spikes coming
out of his ass, or magic lines down his...unmentionables.”
My brows pull together in a frown. “He doesn’t have
magic lines on his—” I cut myself off, but it’s too late. Lu
chokes on her wine.
Judd barks out a laugh. “Ha! Told you!” he exclaims,
slapping his knee with delight. “Pay up, Os.”
Mortified, I bury my face into my hands. “Oh goddess.”
“Don’t feel too bad, Gildy,” Judd tells me. “We always
know everything about everything. I even know how many
times Os takes a shit every day.” Osrik shoots him a glare.
“Four, in case you were wondering.”
Gross.
Her friend uttered a cry.
"Oh! My poor Mathilde, how you've changed!"
"Yes, I have had some hard times since I last saw you, and many miseries... and all because of you!
"Me? How can that be?"
"You remember that diamond necklace that you lent me to wear to the Ministry party?"
"Yes. Well?"
"Well, I lost it."
"What do you mean? You brought it back"
"I brought you back another exactly like it. And it has taken us ten years to pay for it. It wasn't easy for us, we had very little. But at last it is over, and I am very glad."
Madame Forestier was stunned.
"You say that you bought a diamond necklace to replace mine?"
"Yes, you didn't notice then? They were very similar."
And she smiled with proud and innocent pleasure.
Madame Forestier, deeply moved, took both her hands.
"Oh, my poor Mathilde! Mine was an imitation! It was worth five hundred francs at most!"
Jim not that way Jim. That's no way to treat a garage door, bending stiffly down at the waist and yanking at the handle so the door jerks up and out jerky and hard and you crack your shins and my ruined knees, son. Let's see you bend at the healthy knees. Let's see you hook a soft hand lightly over the handle feeling its subtle grain and pull just as exactly gently as will make it come to you. Experiment, Jim. See just how much force you need to start the door easy, let it roll up out open on its hidden greasy rollers and pulleys in the ceiling's set of spiderwebbed beams. Think of all garage doors as the well-oiled open-out door of a broiler with hot meat in, heat roiling out, hot. Needless and dangerous ever to yank, pull, shove, thrust. Your mother is a shover and a thruster, son. She treats bodies outside herself without respect or due care. She's never learned that treating things in the gentlest most relaxed way is also treating them and your own body in the most efficient way. It's Marlon Brando's fault, Jim. Your mother back in California before you were born, before she became a devoted mother and long-suffering wife and breadwinner, son, your mother had a bit part in a Marlon Brando movie. Her big moment. Had to stand there in saddle shoes and bobby sox and ponytail and put her hands over her ears as really loud motorbikes roared by. A major thespian moment, believe you me. She was in love from afar with this fellow Marlon Brando, son. Who? Who. Jim, Marlon Brando was the archetypal new-type actor who ruined it looks like two whole generations' relations with their own bodies and the everyday objects and bodies around them. No? Well it was because of Brando you were opening that garage door like that, Jimbo. The disrespect gets learned and passed on. Passed
Carthage: Reflections of a Martian
Thy expected alien
Am I.
Weird of shade
And doomfire face:
All thy senses
Cry to my
Mourning mysteries
Which yesterday
Were commonplace.
We sit at Sunday breakfast
And I smell the dust of Carthage.
It drowns the spang
Of our automatic toaster.
That strange woman across from me
Smiles, butters two slices.
Her smiles arouses a multitude in me!
Her smile...
Frightens us.
I must look away!
Out the window beside my arm,
Sunglow warms a brick walk.
Grass, a tree, a planting of forsythia.
It is spring.
In the spring...
The earth is covered with dust.
Kitabın Özeti (Çok güzel bir kitap)
Fazla empati yapmak sempatik sinir sistemini devreye sokuyor. Kendi derdine düştüğün için yardım etmek adına harekete geçmiyorsun. If seeing someone in pain actives your SNS (sempatik nervous system), you’er likely to be preoccupied with your own distress instead of helping, turn on the PNS, and it’s the opposite (69).
PreFrontal Cortex Amigdala
Prefrontal cotex is not fully online until people are in their midtwenties (109).
Frontal korteks was bidirectionally enmeshed with the limbic system, leading him to propose that the frontal cortex is a quasi member of the limbic sysytem (72).
Amigdalanın boyutu fazla strese maruz kalırsa büyüyor bunun sonucu nedir? Aşırı hassasiyet ve boyunca stres tepkisinin ateşlenmesi. Moreover, the amygdala expands in size with long-term PTSD (85).
People with damaged amgydalae are atypically generous in the Ultimatum Game and don’t increase rejection rates if they start receiving unfair offers (94). Kuralları anlıyorlar çünkü korteks çalışıyor fakat kendilerini koruyamıyorlar.
Çok İlginç DİYALEKTİK: Importantly, increase cognitive load on the frontal cortex, and afterward subjects become less prosocial –less charitable or helpful, more likely to lie. Or increase cognitive laod with a task requiring difficult emotional regulation and subjects cheat more on their diets afterward (119).
Sosyal Karmaşıklık PreFrontal Korteksin Gelişmesini Sağlıyor SOSYOLOJİ DERSİ (Neden bencil olamayız. Çünkü insanlığımızı toplumsallığımıza borçluyuz):Another study resolves this; if rhesus monkeys are randomly placed into social groups, over the subsequent fifteen months, the bigger the group, the larger the PFC becomes- social complexity expands the frontal cortex (123).
Dorsolateral PFC: PFC (dlPFC) don’t worry about dorsal or dorsolateral it’s just
“I actually felt sorry for him. What does the poor guy have to do impress you?“
Be someone else. I kept the words in,with difficulty.
