1. "So, we feel, the brain itself can’t really have mental states, only walking, talking, behaving people can, like wriggling flies. Except we know on an abstract level that brains do have mental states; so we tie ourselves into philosophical knots about “brains” and “persons”, asking whether a person is more or less or the same as a brain, and so on. The whole problem could be removed, I think, if instead of a yellowy lump, we could picture the living brain in all its active complexity; if we could talk about “the brain”, not as an inanimate object, but as the most animate thing in the world. In the brain there are hundreds of billions of cells, and each one is a hive of movement - not visible to the naked eye or even to a microscope, but the movement of ions and neurotransmitters and ultimately information."
  2. Don’t mess with Suzy Sioux - 19 pounds of mighty puppy. And she also is the best snuggler ever.

    Don’t mess with Suzy Sioux - 19 pounds of mighty puppy. And she also is the best snuggler ever.

  3. "Many in the humanities have embraced these views with astonishing fervor. New disciplines, prefixed by “neuro” or “evolutionary” or even “neuro-evolutionary,” have been invented. “Neuro-aesthetics” explains aesthetic pleasure in terms of activity in certain parts of the brain observed when people are enjoying works of art. A propensity for aesthetic brain-tingles, implanted in us by evolution, causes us to tingle to the right kinds of things, such as pictures of landscapes loaded with food."
  4. menofhabit:

Helen Frankenthaler

    menofhabit:

    Helen Frankenthaler

  5. Walk off the Earth
    ‘Somebody that I used to know’

  6. "Farmer Hoggett knew that little ideas that tickled and nagged and refused to go away should never be ignored, for in them lie the seeds of destiny."
    Babe - 1995 (via falloutof)
  7. Structure of Suchness, Thich Nhat Hanh

    Do not scold the little birds,
    We need their songs.
    Do not hate your own body,
    It is the altar for humanity’s spirit.

    Your eyes contain the trichililocosm,
    and your ears have sovereignty over the birds,
    the springs, the rising tide,
    Beethoven, Bach, Chopin,
    the cries of the baby,
    and the song that lulls her to sleep.
    Your hands are flowers of love
    that needs not be picked by anyone,
    and your forehead
    is the most beautiful morning of all mornings.
    Do not destroy the structure of suchness within you.

    The corn, the grass, and the fragance of the night
    have all spoken out for peace.
    I know a bullet may strike
    the heart of the little bird this morning,
    the bird that is celebrating life with all its might.
    The corn, the grass, the fragrance of the night,
    together with the stars and the moon-
    all of us are doing our best.
    We are doing everything we can
    to keep you alive.

    .

    Thich Nhat Hanh

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    givealittlelisten:

     When I Grow Up - Fever Ray

     In response to someone mentioning Fever Ray’s original version

     after their reblog of First Aid Kit’s cover. This is the lovely Fever Ray.

    Title
    When I Grow Up
    Artist
    Fever Ray
    Album
    Fever Ray

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