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Wishing a meme-tastic Valentine’s Day to all my colleagues and fellow geeks. I love you all.
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5 years flies when you’re having fun.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7zbixF4Fs1qgckhao1_500.jpg)
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5 years flies when you’re having fun.
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Just a little blast from the past, in the spirit of what a pretty morning it is, and how great it is to appreciate and enjoy the things you love without tearing other things down. And this is also relevant.
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Today was a good day at work!
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I’m not sure what the theme of my homily today ought to be. Do I want to speak of the miracle of our Lord’s divine transformation? Not really, no. I don’t want to talk about His divinity. I’d rather talk about His humanity. I mean, you know, how he lived his life here on Earth. His kindness. His tolerance. Listen, here’s what I think. I think we can’t go around measuring our goodness by what we don’t do. By what we deny ourselves, what we resist, and who we exclude. I think we’ve got to measure goodness by what we embrace, what we create, and who we include.
— Père Hénri, Chocolat (via shinypapercrowns) -
The Love Competition: The Stanford MRI Lab hosts the world’s first ever love competition, in which seven contestants have five minutes to neurochemically love someone as hard as they can. Via McSweeney’s.
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“I’m a good egg with a heart of gold”
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While in an MRI machine, the subjects were asked to look at photographs of their ex-partners and think about being rejected.
When they did so, the parts of their brains that manage physical pain—the secondary somatosensory cortex and the dorsal posterior insula, to be exact—lighted up, according to the study.
— Christine Dell’Amore, via National Geographic. (Seriously, this is awesome — not that I needed a study to tell me that rejection is painful.) -
Be not set up when a man giveth thee the key to his heart, for, peradventure, upon the following day, he may change the lock!
— Helen Rowland, 1913. The rest of the essay is here, from the amazing Two Nerdy History Girls. -
When your husband packs your lunch, you get a surprise sriracha heart. ::melts::
