kung fu grippe

Evil patch? X-rays? Dark mass? But sweet Jesus in heaven. WHERE THE FUCK IS THE CENTRAL LOBE?

Screw the ‘dark patch’ these evil-doers have grown another lobe. The man has discovered mutant three-lobe killer rapists.

The dark patch of death « Mind Hacks

“Every little thing…turns out.”

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So, instead, here is a recipe for writing a hit popular brain book. You start each chapter with a pat anecdote about an individual’s professional or entrepreneurial success, or narrow escape from peril. You then mine the neuroscientific research for an apparently relevant specific result and narrate the experiment, perhaps interviewing the scientist involved and describing his hair. You then climax in a fit of premature extrapolation, inferring from the scientific result a calming bromide about what it is to function optimally as a modern human being. Voilà, a laboratory-sanctioned Big Idea in digestible narrative form.
New Statesman - Your brain on pseudoscience: the rise of popular neurobollocks

Turns out my favorite power pop song of the week comes from Paul Stanley’s pretty-crappy, forever-in-cutout, 1978 solo record.

Holy fucking shit, this is great. Can you tell Cheap Trick used to open for KISS?

Turns. Out.

johndrawsthings:

Big fan of Roderick On The Line (a podcast of Merlin Mann and John Roderick’s telephone conversations), so I decided to make a half-toned, photocopier-friendly poster for it (not unlike the gig posters that were all too common around Cardiff when I was a younger man). Here’s the full size version. It’s real big.