caeruleantwo:

I have so much studying to do for my two bio tests coming up, I may have to fall back onto my old strategy of writing all of the information into a song complete with a rap in the middle. I still have the anatomy one…

I am a brain,

My plasticity is high.

I’m connected to the eye,

Oh my, o-oh my.

I am a brain,

I have meninges three.

They be protectin’ me!

So wonderfu-ully!

Bridge

My subarachnoid space is full,

Of fluid; cerebrospinal.

And this comes out to fill my ventricles.

Rap interlude

Yo, I’m the spinal cord,

Here’s what I do,

I go right down from C1 to L2.

My cauda equina, it couldn’t be finer.

Why am I so fly? Why, here’s a clue;

I send out nerves to the periphery,

Their fibres both motor and sensory.

Down past my conus medullaris,

Goes my filum terminale

Made of pia – oh yeah - those meninges!

All my substantia nigras in the house!

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This is entirely too relevant to the Neuroanatomy I should be studying soon, so it fills me with as much conflict as it does mirth. :/

sciencecenter:

Manufacturing fresh human blood vessels is important - for example, one could replace the ravaged veins of dialysis patients - but technically has thus far proved a nightmare. There are a variety of different approaches that biomedical engineers have tried, but one technique might just be the grossest - and most innovative.

For engineers, machine weaving is old hat; it’s a technique that dates back to before the Industrial Revolution. Cytograft Tissue Engineering have replaced thread on the loom with strips of cultured connective tissue, and - voila! - they claim to have a promising approach to the blood vessel problem. The synthetic vessels are not biodegradable, but instead become populated and accepted by the host cells. And best of all, early tests show they stand up to repeated puncture.

(Source: technologyreview.com)

I may not have the best voice, but I’m proud of this.

(Source: youtube.com)

sherlockscoat:

Cute little story found on the internets. If this is yours, just send me a message and I shall credit you!

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Dedicated to Pluto, who’s still a planet in my heart. 

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prettymess:

“Some men know all the right words to say to a woman. Unfortunately they say them to every woman they meet.”

(Source: anotherprettymess)

palm shading these eyes,
trying to block light
just to lose sight
of all these mistakes and flaws.

sometimes I think, when it’s all done,
how do we know what we’ve become?
these lackluster mirrors,
can’t reflect all we want to see.

a napkin drawing at my feet,
pick it up, gaze, falter, blink.

color you and repaint me
we’ll both change superficially
but our sketches are still the same.
what we feel is our flame.

maybe our mirrors need heart,
feeling, to even start
to refract skin to soul,

reveal who I am to me.

This is that that once-in-a-lifetime, kickass photo. (Courtesy of Big Sur.)

The next time I hear a Philosophy student complaining about being broke, I will try to convince them to make a “Food for Thought” sign and bum around.

So, yesterday night, I was walking back home after seeing a friend. Fairly soon after I got off BART, I saw a Kaiser Permanente sign. But only the Permanente was lit. The other half of the sign had burnt out. I laughed for about five minutes.