Thursday, August 25, 2005

Imagination--everything

So I bought a few books for class. I have been so curious about linguistics that I had to open that book up. I can't stop reading it. Class doesn't start until Tuesday. I'm on Chapter 4. I'm really not this nerdy. I swear!
Here's my favorite part so far:
"Nothing can be left to the imagination, though, because the internal representations are the imagination."

Take that for what it's worth.

Language really is fascinating. The way he expresses his ideas in this book is, for me, so comprehinsible, because I know what he is talking about. I can't explain it with my mother tongue, because I can't figure out the words or the correct patterns of the words to do so. I just have to know it as an experience. It is so strange how restricting and liberating language can be.

By the way, the book, by Steven Pinker, is called The Language Instinct: How the Mind Creates Language

Here it comes. . .

Today's the day. I put everything away or recycled it since Tuesday after I performed miserably on the second practice exam. Not on the math section. What is it with my head and math? Whatever. But wow, the verbal. That was bad. Anyway, I have spent a day and a half trying not to think about it, but whether I wanted it or not, words like "incipient" and "vituperate" have been floating around in my head, trying to make me remember what the hell they mean. Seriously, does knowing words that are only used by those who want to look like they know everying really measure intelligence? No. All it measures is how hard you try to make yourself look smarter than you are. That's what I think, but then, what do I know? Anyway, I will run and eat oatmeal and then take a 3 hour and 15 minute (i think) test and then after that eat delicious food with my husband and brother-in-law who's been in Europe for the past year and then we'll go out and maybe watch a movie and have a great time. So how important REALLY is this test? Hmmm, maybe if I wanted to get a Master's in Journalism or something, but Spanish doesn't need words like "insipid" and "harangue" because their language is already so ambiguous and metaphorical that one of their words has about 12 different meanings (or more). So, I'll go take your stupid 115 dollar test and then I'll show students a world they never could have seen before. Because to know the words "incipient" and "vituperate" and "insipid" and "harangue" is not to see a new world, but saber otras lenguas es conocer otros mundos. Joder.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Remember what I said about feeling high?

From a Runner's World, June 2004, article by Amby Burfoot "Is there really a runner's high?"

From his readings in the field, Dietrich knew about a relatively new brain receptor site, first discovered in 1990. This site was shown to be the receptor for THC, the active ingredient in marijuana that produces another kind of high entirely. The site was named the cannabinoid receptor.

since the body is an intelligent system that doesn't develop receptors for no reason at all, this meant the new receptor must be home to a natural body chemical--and not just THC, an exogenous, or "outside the body" substance. The natural chemical was discovered in 1992. It's called anandamide, from the Sanskrit word for "bliss." Anandamide is very similar to THC, and it produces pleasant feelings of relaxation and pain cessation similar to those often described by runners and pot smokers.

Could anandamide be the missing link to runner's high, the substance that endorphins were not? On one long run, Dietrich worked out all the details. "I was convinced that I had hit the nail on the head when it came to a biological explanation for runner's high," he says. "Of course, it would take me two years to prove it."

He started by devising a simple experiment with a small group of subjects who ran or bicycled for 40 minutes and 76 percent of their max heart rate, and then had blood samples drawn immediately after exercising. next the blood samples were flown to a special lab in Irvine, California. The results showed that both the runners and bicyclists had significantly more anandamide in their blood after exercising, with the greatest increase among the runners.

Equally important, as Dietrich already knew, anandamide doesn't have a blood-brain barrier problem, the way endorphins do. if you've got anandamide in your blood, it's going to reach your brain, where the cannabinoid receptor will hungrily grab it and give you a nice buzz. "Anandamide is a tiny little fatty acid that crosses the blood-brain barrier like nobody's business," says Dietrich.

Anandamide does more than just get you high. It also dilates your blood vessels and the bronchial tubes in your lungs. both of these physical adaptations should help you run better and longer.

This makes perfect sense to Dietrich.

Not to mention myself. This is an article that first explained why endorphins can not be the cause of this so-called "runner's high." But now, we know the truth! :)

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Impatiently waiting

For four o'clock, when I can leave the world and find some inspiration more than folding yellowish-orange, pink, and white paper and stuffing them in envelopes.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

don't let 'em slip away!!!

7:30 beautiful day, no one to play catch with (baseball), or football or frisbee....
Hmmm....
7:45..... day can't last......
8:00-8:30...
that's 3 more miles you can't take away and one more day I didn't let just simply fade... away..

Note to self:

If you want to get giddy dizzy, like being high (if that's what it feels like):
at 5:30, eat a scrambled egg and 3 smallish to normal-sized lemon blueberry pancakes made of a mix bought at Banff. (With real maple syrup of course).
then at 8:00 run about two miles.
If you want to get worse dizzy, like, "oh, my head", and "whoa, I might fall over",,,,,,,,,, keep running.

However,,,, it hasn't felt that good in quite some time :)

Monday, August 01, 2005

Boston

We paid a scalper $250 so that we could get tickets to stand in Fenway.
It was worth it, even if the Twins sucked. again.
However, I am glad that we won't HAVE to try to get in again,,,
Went to the Museum of Fine Arts and Bill (he's amazing) wanted to see everything. We were there for over 4 hours and didn't
The JFK library was of course interesting and I had a lot to learn (I knew nothing but the fact that he was shot) I even decided that I would like to see all the Presidential Libraries {here's a shocker, even GWBush's if he gets one} just because there is so much to learn at them.
We had a dinner cruise along the harber with others at the trade show. It was good, I ate lots of veggies, and carrot cake! We also sat with Bill's bosses and their wives and another of their coworkers and drank. We hung out with them after the cruise as well and drank. Never knew people could get so schloshed with their bosses and get away with it.
The two days it was incredibly hot I didn't go outside (except that evening of the cruise)
I took a GRE practice test and did a lot better than the first one. I guess I just need to have pressure (I timed this one)
We got to watch the Twins/Yankees game that Julie A. went to because it was on ESPN
We climbed to the top of the Bunker Hill Monument and felt it in our legs for the next 3 days.
I had dinner with my mother in law and two guys next to us just started talking. We had a fun conversation (I thought). it was nice, they were Bostonians.
This trip of course reiterates the fact that from what I have observed, Spanish people are just generally NOT personable, and it's not just big cities, because Bostonians are quite friendly
Oh we also sat next to a young man from Columbia and he says the exact same thing about Spaniards (yes, he's been there also)
Boston, you should go.

we are, we become

She feels herself fading
As time

Consumes

Her heart beats out the seconds
In this wasteland
Of fear, dispair, sadness, and gloom
and
HOPE

She can't see through the looking glass
Or past the lonely years

That were cleansed in the darkness
By her saltless
Tears

Her breath becomes a melody
The air is but a chime
The wind only whispers
Goodbye