Robert Sapolsky about his study of the Keekorok baboon troop from National Geographic’s Stress: Portrait of a Killer.
Thiiiiiiis, people, thiiiis!
1. Kill alpha male types
2. Achieve world peace
I’ve actually read a lot of Sapolsky’s work. He’s one of my favorite scientists in the neuro/socio world.
I just watched the documentary and there is so much more about the troop that isn’t in this photoset—not only does the troop have a culture of little aggression and greater cooperation, but any incoming jerk baboons learned within a few months that their shitty behaviour was in no way acceptable, that the troop only rewarded sociability, and they changed accordingly.
If effin’ baboons can learn this there’s pretty much no reason to believe that our only option in dealing with assholes is to just ignore their behaviour and let it continue.
there really is no excuse.
"incoming jerk baboons" hahaha
seriously every line of this movie is gold
Rear Admiral Grace Hopper would have been 107 today, and is being honored with a great Google Doodle. It’s quite literally impossible for us to imagine, as we sit here reading about her on the internet, but people used to use things like paper and pencils and chalk and slide rules to solve (and often not solve) complicated problems. Grace Hopper quite simply helped usher in the modern age, her impact, I think, is no less than the steam engine or the cotton gin.
Some awesome stuff she did: Grace Hopper developed first compiler, allowing computer calculations to move beyond simple arithmetic and into more complex problems. She also developed first standardized computer language, COBOL, which laid the groundwork for all the languages we use today.
One day she found a dead moth disrupting one of the electronic relays in the Mark 1 computer, and upon removing it (and fixing the computer), the term “debugging" was born. Here’s her daily log from that day, with the offending moth taped to the page:
Beyond that, she was a charming scientific communicator, and she possessed a marvelous ability to make people, and mind you this was in a time when almost no one owned their own computer, truly appreciate both the importance and the complexity of computing technology.
She famously carried around a bundle of nanoseconds in her purse for illustrative purposes. Here she is charming the socks off of David Letterman, and giving him a nanosecond of his very own (don’t miss the picosecond joke, either) :
me and drew watched that letterman vid. He was all, “How did you know so much about computers?” and she’s like “i didn’t. it was the first one.”
Han Solo and the Art of Distraction
|Person:||I hate musicals|
|Person:||They're so gay|
|Cop:||Can you tell me what happened?|
|Me:||He ran into my knife.|
|Me:||He ran into my knife ten times.|
|Ensemble out of nowhere:||HE HAD IT COMIN'|
“Oh, the wonderful and the marvelous gayness of the Brontë sisters’ novels! Women in them are either stone-eyed rock doves who delight in torment and saying “No” and stonewalling the happiness of others, or else solemn-mouthed angels who read German, or lace-bedecked coquettes with flashing eyes and merry, laughing lips, and they all frustrate and tease and instruct and tenderly nurse one another in turn. Occasionally men turn up riding horses or flinging gold purses about, and then they go away again, and the women go back to their tiny dream of opening a schoolhouse together, as equals and companions of the heart as well as of the mind.
This is actual porn to a certain type of person. A clean, quiet house with good china. Two lovely, severe-looking chicks learning German, surrounded by cats and dogs. No men. A fire crackling on the hearth. Someone’s knitting. Goddamn. Goddamn.”
Could someone comprehensively spoil the storyline of Game of Thrones for me by email so I can keep up in conversations? Don’t have any time to watch it now Honours is upon me.