By Matthew Jahnke
A Bad Joke Won’t Fool The Brain
I think I’m funny. Some people say I’m funny. But when the moment presents itself where its my time to shine, all lights on me, this ‘one’ is going to be a knee slapper…nope, not so much. The first time I realized I wasn’t funny was in the eleventh grade in my calculus class. My teacher’s name was Mr. Butke and he easily is ranked in my top 3 ‘all-time’ of the math professors I’ve encountered in my lifetime. He had a mustache that covered his mouth and you never knew whether he was smiling, smirking, or grimacing at you. It kept you guessing, I liked that. He also presented stories of how he slayed cobras in Kenyan villages while pursuing a multi-purpose cure for malaria, encephalitis’ of sorts, and maybe AIDS. Bottom line, he was memorable and his stage presence resonated with my classmates and I.
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Pregnant Women Fit Between Everyday Obstacles
Pregnancy is...? This sentence can end in a multitude of ways depending on whose answering the question. If I ask the 'teen-mom-too-good-to-be-true-seventeen year-old-boyfriend' who isn't worried about nothing, then he'd probably say...well I would've asked but he just stormed off in his 92' Bronco. You know, the one with the flames on the side? If I ask the nervous husband who has been day dreaming of becoming that perfect family man ever since he got into the relationship, then he'd probably say: If it's a girl, I will be the dragon that protects my princess' castle. If I ask the soon-to-be-BIG-brother whose busy doing doughnuts in his fisher price corvette yelling "look mom, no hands," he'd probably say: This doesn't change the cookie rations, does it? And finally if I ask the pregnant mother-to-be if she thinks she's gained weight what she's praying for, she'd probably say: Just not your father's personality, PLEASE, not your father's personality.
Pregnancy is engaging. It brings together families, can tear relationships apart, and creates changes in the daily routine. Most notable is women's change in body size. Bodily size and the awareness of that size can create multiple obstacles. Typically, pregnant women are thought to be inhibited in their ability to adapt to these obstacles, however, pregnant women are just as capable as non-pregnant individuals. Today, we'll discuss their ability to asses depth perception and whether or not they can fit through openings such as doorways. Thanks to perceptual-motor-recalibration, pregnant women are just as good at adjusting their spatial awareness of their environment to match their constantly changing bodies.
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Mothers Eating Their Babies? – No, It’s Not Cannibalism…
Spaghetti and Babies Anyone?
If you’ve ever seen someone with a baby, chances are you’ve heard them say something along the lines of “You’re so cute; I could just eat you up!”
Well a recent article published in Frontiers in Psychology by a research team at the Technische Universität of Dresden, Germany shows there may be a link between an infant’s smell and a female’s response, depending on the status of the female. Scientists have studied the connection between olfactory signals and the bond between a mother and her infant in several non-human mammal species. However, up until now, the research performed on mother-infant bonding in humans has only ever explored the visual and auditory senses.
What they did:
A total of 30 women were tested. Fifteen of the women had given birth for the first time three to six weeks prior to the experiment (primiparous). The other 15 women had never given birth (nulliparous). To obtain the sample odors, 18 infants each wore a T-shirt for two nights postpartum. The shirts were then placed in plastic bags and frozen to keep the odor unaltered. During the experiment, each woman was exposed to both “odorless” air and the odors of two different infants; primiparous women were never exposed to their own baby’s odor. The women were asked to rate the odor on intensity, familiarity, and pleasantness, though none of the participants were aware of what the odor stimulus was. As the women processed the different odors, an fMRI machine scanned their brain.
Cupidity of Commodity
WARNING: the following article features sentences written either by professionals or under the supervision of professionals. Accordingly, Matt and the producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any sentence or thought described in this article.
Personal Note from the Producers: Don't feed into the character Matt creates, he truly is a good person. #NWTS
Cue the Pink Floyd...
Boom boom ba boom boom boom ching ching guitar riff...."MONEY!"
What do you want? What do you need? Food? Water? Shelter? Sure, sure, yes maybe, but what do you want? Dream bigger, you're thinking too realistically! Stop limiting yourself, open up! Close your eyes, relax, paint the picture how you see it. Don't tell me, just visualize it, taste it, feel it! C'mon man, it's in there somewhere! Yes Yes, exactly bottle up all those 'it's not gonna happen' or 'yeah right' moments you experienced and strangle the life out of them! You want the Arancio Argos Lamborghini Aventador LP 700-4 with the matte wheels to match, okay. You liked that bachelor pad in Phuket didn't you? The one with the wrap around balcony, snug love seat, black leather couch, gourmet kitchen, his/her bathrooms...yeah that's the one. But how? That's impossible right? How do you expect to reward yourself with such prodigal riches at such a young age? Who are you trying to follow? Me: Floyd "Money" Mayweather, Adrien Broner, Scott Disick, Lavish P! Because we're all rich peasants! If you can't afford to roll with the crew baby, then you're merely a campesino (shout out to to the Spanish readers). We get everything we want! There ain't no morality in this [bleep]! We might as well call ourselves the seven deadly sins! We take pride in our beliefs, feed off of your envy, consume more than we require, lust in the beauty of those we surround ourselves with, avoid physical labor, laugh at your anger, and most importantly: ignore the realm of the spiritual because its not worth a dime! Now, I love me some greed in the morning, especially served with a bowl of lucky charms. But is the idea of greed more innate than we think it is? Are the moral perceptions of greed and neuroscience more intertwined than we think? Shall we...
A Blacked Out Memory
Social gatherings are often the scene of hippocampal disruptions. (Scene from the movie Twelve)
"White Mike and his father moved after his mother died of breast cancer. It ate her up and most of their money. They can't control the old radiators and its very hot in the spring time. In White Mike's room, old unpacked boxes stick out of the closet so he can see them. Maybe you know how it is, maybe you don't? But sometimes if you can't see what you're finished with its better. White Mike stripped to his shorts and laid down on the floor so he felt a little cooler. That's how it was the first night in his new room and that's how it still is. White Mike is thin and pale like smoke. White Mike has never smoked a cigarette in his life, never had a drink, never sucked down a doobie. He once went three days without sleep as a kind of experiment. That's as close as he's ever gotten to fucked up. White Mike has become a very good drug dealer.
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That Was Awkward…
WHEW! Nothing like drawing inspiration from some late-night Youtube videos! Especially when my editor has to: 1) Make sure that this post is indeed relative to neuroscience 2) Verify that I've used proper grammar 3) Make media changes such as share links etc. 4) And have all of this done within a few hours during which I've procrastinated until the midnight hours of the new work week. Apologies to my editor...but man, am I pumped for what I've got in store with this post! Let's get started shall we?
The cream of the awkward crop
Who doesn't love awkward situations? Well, actually, most people probably don't like awkward situations. But why...I tend to find it hilarious when there is so much discomfort in a room that it can be cut with a knife. In my opinion, that's what makes "awkward" so exciting. It's a moment where everyone is out of their comfort zone, nobody is safe, nobody can run and hide, and often nobody knows what to do. For example, consider the harmonious situation when the distraught, balling girlfriend confronts her cheating boyfriend. More
Decisions, Decisions
What kind of day would you rather have?
A decision is a fact of life. Both the good and the bad, the wrong and the right, one seemingly unjust turn waiting to happen amid the uncertain crossroads of life. Lets be honest, making a decision will always provide the answer, that is the ideal outcome, nothing goes wrong, everything is perfect, happily ever after. On the contrary, there is the undesirable result, which you would rather keep trapped in a cage and have thrown into a river in order to prevent 'it' from ruining your party. Now with making a decision comes the possibility for his arch-nemesis "regret" to appear in the equation. Lets look at it this way, if your friend 'decision' calls and asks if you want to see this movie which you assume is going to be terrible, you'd probably say "No," thereby rejecting 'decision.' A week later 'regret' sends you a letter saying 'decision' went to the movie that day, saw your partner, they both hit it off, 'decision' slept with them, and now your partner never wants to see you again. See why you should have gone to the movie! That my friends is exactly, to a tee, the comic strip you will see when you look up decision in the dictionary. More
The Thanksgiving Day Hangover
Yes, I know it's a little bit early to be bringing this up. While the holiday itself may have already passed, many of you are probably still recovering from the hangover that the entire country was forced to endure. I mean really, this isn't even a good feeling to wake up from this hangover, not that a hangover is something you should usually look forward to. But lets be honest, there is more damage done than overall achievement. This isn't the morning after where you reminisce about the absolutely stupendous series of events that took place hours ago. This isn't one of those mornings where you are left in shambles in a downright disgusting alley looking around for your best friend who was lost the day of a wedding. Plain and simple, this is not a good time.
Your groggy, you must resume your daily routine, you have to be at work in an hour, the clock already says your going to be 30 minutes late with the estimated travel time, and you probably gained a minimum of 5 lbs considering how many potatoes you've consumed. Hell, you nearly re-enacted the exact opposite of the Irish potato famine in your dining room, not to mention the 20 loafs of bread consumed in 'this that and another' stuffing. And then to add insult to injury, you have to open the fridge and think to yourself, "Hmm what the hell am I gonna have for lunch today" right? Wrong! What your really saying to yourself is, "How the hell am I supposed to make turkey or thanksgiving leftovers of any sort sound appetizing again?" And while this may be true, that should be the least of your problems. What your primary worry should be is, "How am I going to stay awake for this crucial late afternoon presentation my boss conveniently scheduled the day after this lovely thanksgiving massacre, when I'm stuffing (pun intended) down marshmallow covered sweet potatoes, [explicit] turkey sandwiches, and some classic Campbell's green bean casserole at the 2 o'clock lunch break?" Tie all these delightful dishes together and you yourself have found the ultimate thanksgiving myth: Are turkey and all the other thanksgiving fixings responsible for your holiday hangover? Let us find out shall we... More
#Successful?
As I've struggled to think of a topic to kick off my sophomore year blog series, I've scanned over practically every YouTube video and online article trying to find some sort of inspiration to come up with the next hot topic. While pop culture is at a stand still at this point with the media hiding under every surface because of the heat from "Occupy this, that, and the next big city," I've decided that I'm going to switch up my role as a writer.
Rather than informing you, my lovely audience, about some irrelevant pop culture icon or explaining random biological processes, I'm going to create my own rant about success. However, this wouldn't belong in the nerve blog if it was just some college student rambling about his own opinions that nobody cares to listen to, so for that reason, I'll tie in a norepinephrine reference to make it real 'neuroscience-y.' So if you've made it through my introduction and are interested in seeing what I have to say, please continue. But, if your already making disgruntled looks at your computer screen after the first two paragraphs, now is the time for you to return to Facebook or whatever else you may be doing... More
My Dear Friend Charlie Sheen
My average morning: My alarm clock blasts the stereotypical sound associated with 7 a.m. mornings. I awake from what I wouldn't even call sleep, and I stare at the ceiling wondering how I'm going to survive today's chemistry exam when even the TA insists that this is his "cherry on the top." Glancing over at my roommate as he snores louder than Yawkey Way on opening day at Fenway Park, I think to myself why couldn't you just close your mouth and breath through your nose? Looking back at the clock, I guesstimate how much time I have left to savor the comfort of my own bed before jumping up to begin my whole routine. Well, at least this isn't the worst day I've ever had...LOSING. More
