masserchursetts

in the past few weeks i have wiled away a heat wave at carson beach; played a ridiculous round of bocce with my coworkers and bosses in chatham; visited b&bs, art galleries, and a ridiculous dive bar in provicetown; signed on an apartment, willed myself away from the giant mspca, and met a potential future roommate moving here to do cancer research in jamaica plain; gotten lost for an hour and a half amongst junkyards and hispanic biker gangs in dorchester; missed a drink date in the watefront district of southie; and consequently wandered back through the financial district and downtown crossing to get home.

everybody tells you that being in boston for the summer (and no longer being student) is a wholly different experience, and i kind of hate to admit that they’re right — i’ve seen more of the area in the past three months than i did in the previous three and a half years. of course, there’s still a lot of touristy shit i haven’t done – plymouth, salem, the freedom trail, the aquarium, a harbor cruise (preferably CODZILLA), a lot more of the cape, etc. i’m on it.

in other news, i accidentally went to bed at 9pm last night. while it makes me a bad friend (believe me, not the first example), it felt sooooo goood.

in other other news, i have had “the promise” by when in rome stuck in my head for about 48 hours. perhaps this was a little preemptive karmic punishment.

everywhere, willful suspension of disbelief

A new scientific understanding of perception has emerged in the past few decades, and it has overturned classical, centuries-long beliefs about how our brains work—though it has apparently not penetrated the medical world yet. The old understanding of perception is what neuroscientists call “the naïve view,” and it is the view that most people, in or out of medicine, still have. We’re inclined to think that people normally perceive things in the world directly. We believe that the hardness of a rock, the coldness of an ice cube, the itchiness of a sweater are picked up by our nerve endings, transmitted through the spinal cord like a message through a wire, and decoded by the brain.

In a 1710 “Treatise Concerning the Principles of Human Knowledge,” the Irish philosopher George Berkeley objected to this view . . To which Samuel Johnson famously responded by kicking a large stone and declaring, “I refute it thus!”

Still, Berkeley had recognized some serious flaws in the direct-perception theory—in the notion that when we see, hear, or feel we are just taking in the sights, sounds, and textures of the world. For one thing, it cannot explain how we experience things that seem physically real but aren’t: sensations of itching that arise from nothing more than itchy thoughts; dreams that can seem indistinguishable from reality; phantom sensations that amputees have in their missing limbs. And, the more we examine the actual nerve transmissions we receive from the world outside, the more inadequate they seem.

from the new yorker article “the itch” (via boingboing)

read it! a woman scratches into her BRAIN!

shamonay

so i’ll stop being selfish, and share santogold with you

appréciez.

ptown

last weekend i went to provincetown, MA. home to norman mailer, franz kline (BU alum, what up), robert motherwell (that one’s for you, dad), jackson pollock, john waters, the holly folly, and mates leather weekend; it may come as some surprise that cape cod is home to the gayest city in america.

melliferaschnitte

angela like perfect weather for the motor scooter

angela dislike the stupid elevators at work. they’re stupid.

nother thing i made.

going to the cape tomorrow!! first time ever.

17:17

i can has babies?

i would like one this baby please, with a side of fries.

ps

deerenschnitte

angela like: resealable bags

angela dislike: humidity like it’s raining but the air won’t move

finished kite runner; if i had feelings i would have cried.

on another note, here’s a thing i made a few months ago

(haven’t quite gotten the swing of photographing paper at night…)