Thursday, December 15, 2011

Portals to Amnesia

Not really.
What am I talking about when I say portals to amnesia?
Doors.
I'M KIDDING.
Mostly.
Because guess what I just found out?
Walking through doors makes people forget things.
So, I was reading Scientific American, which is this really awesome science magazine on modern scientific discoveries and experiments.
All the articles are really cool, so I recommend subscribing!
Anyways, I was reading this article. And it was talking about doors. The opening example went something like this:


Basic Summary: You see your mug is empty, bring it to the counter, walk through a doorway to the kitchen, stand around confused, walk back, see your mug, scowl.
When I read this example, my reaction was: "I get what you're saying. But that's kind of a stretch - I'm more likely to just get distracted and pour myself some water then forget completely what I was doing and sit down with the mug in my hand."
Except then I thought about it.
And I realized that that actually does happen a lot.
Not when I'm putting things away especially. But if I'm getting socks and go upstairs. I'll go in my room, see my book, pick it up, go downstairs, try to put on my shoes, and curse.















In fact, I have friend to which the following happens all the time:










This friend is instructed.
She goes into that room.
She stands around mildly confused for about a second.
Decides it's not worth her attention.
Zones out.
And remembers some random thing she wants to do with pipe cleaners.

Then I was really confused. What did doors have to do with it? They're not especially distracting...
The article had descriptions of an experiment scientists had run. The scientists set up a computer game. In the game, you would pick up an object. The object would not be visible unless in use while you held it, as though in a little pocket.
You would pick up an object from a table, walk a certain distance, and be quizzed on the object.









Subjects having gone through doorways showed much more hesitance or would even forget.
They tried this on real subjects in actual environments too. Same results.

Why is this? It seems that when you leave a room, your brain minimizes whatever document you were working on and files it on hold while it opens a new one for the next room.
Apparently this is a method that works quite well dealing with though overload.
Except when it doesn't and you forget what you're doing.


My question is:
ARE DOORWAYS BEHIND MEMORY LOSS WITH OLD AGE?
Could the shutting of memory spaces accumulate? Are doors dooming us to a forgetful existence in a nursing home? Do the doors build up? Like radiation?
Can we prevent it?


Please leave your opinions and advice in the comments BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE.
Or, you can just walk through a door and forget this entire thing.
Not really. But still.
Sorry this post took me so long!
~Julia

P.S. Emma, I haven't forgotten about your number theory thing! I'm still trying to arrange it so it's interesting to everyone else reading this blog.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

How to Wrap a Cat

I found these cat wrapping videos the other day.
They warmed my heart with a tickly feeling I wanted to share with you guys.
Here is how NOT to wrap a cat:
No, I had absolutely nothing to do with this video. But I enjoyed it. (Sorry about the annoying speech bubbles.)

Then here's HOW to wrap a cat:
The cat just sits there. It cracks me up. Especially the tail.
Enjoy!
~Julia

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Fingers are not Food

Grrr.
Just  47 SECONDS AGO my brother and I had a conversation.

J: Brother, you really shouldn't chew your finger like that.
B: Okay...
...
B: *gnaw gnaw*
J: I see that.
B: See what?
J: You chewing on your finger.
B: ...
B: Oops.
...
B: *gnaw gnaw*
J: AAAGH STOP THAT!
...
B: *gnaw gnaw*
J: I. am. going. to. whack. you. with. a. WEED-WHACKER!!!!!
B:...
...
B: *gnaw gnaw*
And so it went on.

My brother is now loping around wailing because his finger is burning.

B: AAAGH
...
B: AAAGH, JULIA MY FINGER...
J: What's wrong?
B: My finger hurts... OWWW...
J: Did you burn it on that pan thingy?
B: No...
J: Did it get pinched in a door?
B: No...
J: Did you cut it with scissors?
B: No...
J: Okay, what happened then?
B: I ate my finger.
J: ...alright that's great B-
J: WHAAAAT?
B: I was gnawing on it. AND IT FELL OFF!

No, he didn't actually say that. Anyways...

J: AAAAGH!
B: Owww...
J: I'MGOINGTOWEEDWHACKYOU...

Then I chased him around.
Then I did the math.

Chewing finger = getting weed-whacked
Boy who chews finger = weed
Weeds = Traitors


Does this mean that my brother will be a terrorist?
What are the ways in which I could prevent this disaster?
Back to biology, kids...

How do we eliminate the weed?


Well, there is biological control... And there are man-made tools... and mass chemicals... we could even form a forest fire...
Which is the best option?

Let's start on biological control.
Man finds a problem. Too many weeds. What do we do? Bring in more weeds from Asia!
For instance, kudzu.
Kudzu was brought in, and is now throttling every shred of organic matter available. Even inorganic matter. Such as cars. And houses. And buildings. And bridges.
However, it did serve the intended purpose. A bit too well.

So how can we make sure this won't happen?
Whatever weed we bring in will probably just further damage our country's stability.

Next option. Weed-whackers.

Been there done that. My brother's still chowing on his digits. Next.

Mass chemicals? Too risky. You'll probably be poisoned as well. Although it would be cool. You could have little hoses full of acidic denigrade...

But no. We care too much about our environment. That's exactly why we need the weeds out!

Forest fires? I'm not even going to start on that.

Point being, scientists have not tried one thing. Putting the weeds on Pluto.
Meaning if people who chew their fingers go intergalactic and start up in a NEW space shuttle program (which seriously needs to be restored for the US. WE NEED SPACE TRAVEL) within astronomy fields, they are less likely to stab you in the back!

The moral of this story is:
If you have a sibling that chews his/her fingers, make sure they get a NASA scholarship before its too late and they murder you!