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cognitive load and willpower
Yeah, that does make a lot of sense. I find that when I'm having a particularly busy day when things begin to overload somewhat, I'll run down to the Starbucks and grab a coffee and a brownie, knowing full well I shouldn't be eating that brownie. Yet I feel better afterward.



::reminds self to always have cookies handy around Heather::


::quickly hides behind ficus to bake some cookies in a hurry::

Such a good idea. I'm going to put one in my purse/car for the husband. He doesn't like the glucose tablets and juice isn't always doable. Thanks for the tip, Mary.
I think my prefrontal cortex might be broken. My willpower is the strongest when my brain is overloaded and busy. Oh well, I am a freak. :-)
::wonder if I even have a prefrontal cortex?::
Well, I had to Google Phineas Gage, but I'm glad I wasn't him.


is an AWESOME book, by the way.
I heard that piece on NPR, too. I wish someone would be waiting outside MY office in the hallway with a choice of fruit or cake.
Um, what was the question? I forget...

And of course, now you all have me very very hungry.
Today, I choose cake. Cake, cake, cake. I'll recite any numbers you want me to.

My wife just attended a presentation given by the Madison Police Dept at her work that talked about plugging, which is anal drug taking. I have to tell ya I'm old because I never knew this existed, but it seems to be a pretty common way of taking drugs now.

Please tell me that the police did not demonstrate this for the crowd.
RandomAnthony wrote: "And good morning! I'm awake now.
Please tell me that the police did not demonstrate this for the crowd."
No, but the discussion did include alcohol, because it will get into your blood stream faster this way.
Please tell me that the police did not demonstrate this for the crowd."
No, but the discussion did include alcohol, because it will get into your blood stream faster this way.
Windfall Apple wrote: "
Ya live 'n learn Jim."
Never too old to learn.
Ya live 'n learn Jim."
Never too old to learn.
Yeah, but do we want to Jim??
Ignorance, sometimes, really is bliss..

Please tell me that the police did not demonstrate this for the crowd."
There's an emergency epilepsy drug that is administered rectally. When I'm doing a high school presentation I always take along an empty (never used demonstration model) syringe of Diastat. If there's a kid who gives me trouble during the presentation I toss that to him and then ask everyone to figure out what it is.
Good for laughs.
Windfall Apple wrote: "
Yeah, but do we want to Jim??
Ignorance, sometimes, really is bliss.."
I can be quite blissful Windfall!
Yeah, but do we want to Jim??
Ignorance, sometimes, really is bliss.."
I can be quite blissful Windfall!
And me also Jim. Blissfully so.

That is truly fascinating. Makes me wonder how people ever discovered such things. People never fail to blow my mind.

I guess a junkie will always be looking for a new vein/hole for his poison. Have you ever watched that A&E TV show "Intervention?" It will teach you all sorts of tricks. Stay away if you are squeamish around needles.


You can watch whole episodes on line at the A&E site. Many hours of my life have disappeared this way. Glad to enable you any way I can.
I never knew I was squeamish around needles, until after a football game my ribs hurt, so my mom took me into the doctors office to have them looked at, he turns around with the needle in his hand, and the next thing I saw was the floorboard heater. I fainted and fell off the examination table before either of them had a chance to grab me.
I tried to give blood once, it took me a long time to build up the courage to go. Went to the donation center, filled out the paperwork and was told to have a seat, it would be about 10 minutes. About 7 minutes in I was really bright red and sweating, the lady came over to see if I was alright, I just looked at her and said I'm sorry if I wouldn't have had to wait I might have made it as I walked out the door.
That is why I had a wisdom tooth pulled with out pain killer. At the appointment before hand my dentist kept asking if I was sure about this, and I assured him I was. My wife told me that maybe he was nervous about doing it without, so maybe I should just to relax him. So when I went in I told him if it would make him feel better, I would take the shot. He just looked at me and said "oh no, I've been looking forward to this all day". My son came home a couple days later and said that the dentists sons had both made comments to him at school about it. I was the brave man who wouldn't take painkiller. They told my wife at the next visit that I am known as the Patient (read dumbass) that won't take painkiller.
I tried to give blood once, it took me a long time to build up the courage to go. Went to the donation center, filled out the paperwork and was told to have a seat, it would be about 10 minutes. About 7 minutes in I was really bright red and sweating, the lady came over to see if I was alright, I just looked at her and said I'm sorry if I wouldn't have had to wait I might have made it as I walked out the door.
That is why I had a wisdom tooth pulled with out pain killer. At the appointment before hand my dentist kept asking if I was sure about this, and I assured him I was. My wife told me that maybe he was nervous about doing it without, so maybe I should just to relax him. So when I went in I told him if it would make him feel better, I would take the shot. He just looked at me and said "oh no, I've been looking forward to this all day". My son came home a couple days later and said that the dentists sons had both made comments to him at school about it. I was the brave man who wouldn't take painkiller. They told my wife at the next visit that I am known as the Patient (read dumbass) that won't take painkiller.

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/st...
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It turns out, Jonah explains, that the part of our brain that is most reasonable, rational and do-the-right-thing is easily toppled by the pull of raw sensual appetite, the lure of sweet. Knowing something is the right thing to do takes work — brain work — and our brains aren't always up to that. The experiment, after all, tells us brains can't even hold more than seven numbers at a time. Add five extra digits, and good sense tiptoes out of your head, and in comes the cake. "This helps explain why, after a long day at the office, we're more likely to indulge in a pint of ice cream, or eat one too many slices of leftover pizza," Lehrer writes.
This makes sense to me. What do you think? I'm often more likely to stress-eat, for example, if I get home late from work and I'm really tired.