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Name: Vince
Birthday: 2/5/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: Film, photography, digital art, audio/video production, music, biology
Expertise: Drums, computers, networks, text messages, Ninjaness, ping pong, eating, and beat-boxing.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Biomedical Engineering [Neuroe
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AIM:  fif4lifefif
AIM:  organicsvn
MSN: VinnyPrimeCut@msn.com
Member Since:
3/14/2004
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| I've decided that the only way I'll ever get any better (any good :o) at writing is by practicing and absorbing others' thoughts. Here's something I threw together tonight. As before, it's completely free form and structureless. I'm simply working at putting words together at this point.
As explorers
we discovered by candlelight
that which cannot be seen in the white daylight
The explosions of beauty
permeated the everyday
The pages were the
essence of our discovery
And the pen
was the light by which we steered our ship
Each footstep
a new horizon
as the sun tipped his hat to our journey
And the moon
was our guide
And the trees
were our passengers
Our journey
took us to the sky
and through the heavens
which gave push to our sails
And when we reached
the other side of the sea
It was plain for us to see
that the land of milk and honey
was where we had set off from
Our journey
was the rings of Neptune
But our growth
was his trident
Thoughts? Comments? | | |
| I am by no means a poet or a writer- I think visually. But for the past few weeks random stuff's been popping into my head. I figured I'd mash it all together and put it into this, which makes no sense, and has no trace of rhythm or meter. Enjoy?
The city accepts me
and I embrace it
I fall up the sides
of the skyscrapers
Pouring out by candlelight
The flame sputters
begging for air
It gives up the ghost
In a soft puff of smoke
And I'm gone.
And I'm gone.
The amber glow
of Adam's stars
too strong even
for the Milky Way
shine so beautiful
on Eve's rivers
Stuck between
the cavern
and the crowd
Turning memory
into history
Your love burned out
with the candles
that ignited it. | | |
| I've been reading a really awesome book about neuroplasticity lately, and I must say; I'm inspired! The brain is an incredible organ, capable of reassigning cortical "real estate" to perform important tasks- even tasks that were once impossible, such as a blind person seeing, a deaf person hearing, or a paralyzed person feeling.
Localizationists believed, for many decades, that specific tasks were "hardwired" into corresponding parts of the brain- therefore, they thought, a person whose "vision cortex" was damaged would never see again. We are starting to learn, though, that sight doesn't occur in the eyes- it occurs in the brain.
Following that logic, vision just requires another means of sensory acquisition. One current project incorporates a camera that converts images into electrical stimulations on the tongue- probes on a strip correspond to pixels in the camera's image, and provide more thorough stimulation where darker "pixels" are. Patients using this device are learning to "see" again, as the information from their tongues is sent to the brain and processed as visual information! Their eyes may not work, but they're seeing.
We don't have to be in a scientific laboratory to observe neuroplasticity, though. One of the most common manifestations of neuroplasticity is in the way that our body assimilates tools as extensions of the body. Drumsticks, after many hours of practice, become extensions of the arm; a keyboard becomes an extension of the fingers; a car's shifter becomes an extension of the hand. With enough use, we forget it's there, and it becomes a "part of us."
As a test of my own brain's plasticity, I've decided to make myself ambidextrous! I am indeed right-handed, but not for long! Today I tried eating soup with my left hand for the first time- man is it tough! I've found that, with tasks that require any degree of dexterity, it's all about how I hold things. Putting the spoon in my right hand, looking at how I hold it, and mimicking that with my left made eating the soup possible (albeit sloppy).
So, be on the lookout for the newly ambidextrous me! And don't be surprised if I've spilled soup all over my pants. | | |
| "Pollution is the release of toxic chemicals. Expression is the release of toxic emotions. Execution is the release of toxic lives." ::SHUDDER::
Morbid. | | |
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