Why this 'Shoreditchification' of London must stop. Gorilla's Pet : Koko Mourns Kitten's Death. Koko the "talking" gorilla whimpered with grief and "discussed" the death of her pet kitten, struck and killed by a car, for several days after getting the bad news, her teachers say. The 13-year-old gorilla became famous after being taught American sign language by researchers at the Gorilla Foundation in Woodside, near Stanford University.
The 12-year-old research project is said to be the world's longest continuing ape language study. Koko, whose favorite picture book stories include "The Three Little Kittens" and "Puss 'n' Boots," asked for a kitten for a Christmas present a year ago, researchers said. "But we gave her a life-like stuffed animal and she was terribly upset," said Ron Cohn, a biologist with the foundation. Koko refused to play with it and kept signing "sad. " So on Koko's birthday last July, she was allowed to choose a kitten from among several in a litter. The two were on the cover of this month's National Geographic magazine. Koko then said, "Sleep. Wisdom of the Ancients. Weirdness on TV. The Behavioral Sink.
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To readers who are interested in learning more about Calhoun's research, we highly recommend "Escaping the Laboratory: The Rodent Experiments of John B Calhoun and Their Cultural Influence" by Edmund Ramsden and Jon Adams, LSE Department of Economic History, 2008, to which this article is indebted. How do you design a utopia? In 1972, John B. Calhoun detailed the specifications of his Mortality-Inhibiting Environment for Mice: a practical utopia built in the laboratory. Every aspect of Universe 25—as this particular model was called—was pitched to cater for the well-being of its rodent residents and increase their lifespan. Four breeding pairs of mice were moved in on day one. Calhoun’s concern was the problem of abundance: overpopulation. Mouse utopia/dystopia, as designed by John B. But Calhoun’s work was different. So what exactly happened in Universe 25?
Wolfe wasn’t alone. John B. John B. Death By Utopia. John B.
Calhoun relaxing in Universe 25 In the late 20th Century, John B. Calhoun decided to make Utopia; it started with rats. In 1947 he began to watch a colony of Norway rats, over 28 months he noticed something, in that time the population could have increased to 50,000 rats, but instead it never rose above 200. Then he noticed that the colony split into smaller groups of 12 at most. He bought the second floor of a barn, and there he made his office and lab. 2.7 metres square with 1.4m high walls. Society broke. The outside of Universe 25 The purpose of the experiment for Calhoun was to examine a pressing problem, overpopulation. After day 600, the male mice just stopped defending their territory, listless mice congregated in the centres of the Universe. The ‘beautiful ones’ withdrew themselves ever so quietly, removing themselves from the sick society. In the end the population sank, even when it was back down to a tolerable level none of the mice changed back.
Further Reading. Annoying Facebook Girl - you only live once sits at home watching jersey shore. The Same Photograph At The Leaning Tower Of Pisa. Queen's diamond jubilee: a vapid family and a mirage of nationhood. What's to celebrate? The mighty royal jubilee bells will toll their way down the Thames on Sunday on a floating belfry leading a thousand boats, echoed by pealing church bells all down the riverside.
Who could miss the spectacle of a hundred tall ships serenaded with Handel's Water Music played by a floating orchestra? The more outrageously glorious the performance, the more preposterous its purpose. There at the heart, in the dead centre of all this pomp and circumstance, is the great emptiness, the nothingness, the Wizard of Oz in emperor's clothes. The louder the bells, the more gaping the grand vacuity. What are we celebrating? How close to religion it is, with all the same feudal imagery, God as Lord and sovereign, sovereign anointed by God, knelt before in a divine hierarchy of power ordained by laws too ineffable to explain.
Every country needs its founding myths, its binding identity rooted in a valiant story that rarely stands up to historical scrutiny. I have had enough of irony. The ultimate faux-pas is not laughing at someone's artfully told joke.
Especially when it's a huge in-joke, but stuff it! I did not find the Eurovision song contest in any way funny or joyful. Forgive me, for I have sinned against the law of irony. Instead of loving the whooping Twitter snark and the "witty" live blogging, I committed a veritable thought crime. Instead of thinking "This is so bad it's good", I thought, "This is so bad it's execrable": a futile exercise that people are trying desperately to make "fun". Compulsory fun may be the anti-Viagra of actual pleasure but it's everywhere. OK, me! Every tabloid trifle, every titillating bit of pop culture naffness, is respun via clever ironic takes.
Irony is not new nor an invention of postmodernism. When camp goes mainstream, though, it loses its power, thus Graham Norton was shipped out to Azerbaijan to be snippy. Quite possibly, for this is the age where everything is not just of itself but about itself. Elena Brower: Art of Attention: Remapping Our Minds. Love really is a state of equality consciousness: no speculation, no assumptions or opinions.
Love is happening when we're relating, directly, to what is happening. Lately I've been learning how to relate directly to my life rather than through my memories or expectations. I'm actively rooting out my expressions of anger by paying $1 for every doubting thought. My anger, I've realized, is just sad doubt which, unchecked, morphs into aggression. I'm averaging about two bucks per day, down from about eight at the beginning, then two weeks later down to four or five per day. While at first it was annoying and mildly horrifying, it's funny to label them now. So presumably because of all this detailed work, these days I'm hearing myself angry in my dreams, calling people names out of fear that they will leave me or wrong me. Which brings me to the potentiality with which we are playing now. Secondly, that potential "reboot" is actually the exhilarating possibility of re-mapping our brains.
Susan Cain: The power of introverts. Do we really give introverts a hard time? 27 March 2012Last updated at 12:50 ET By Vanessa Barford BBC News Magazine In a group situation, it's not necessarily the talkers who have the best ideas It is often assumed extroverts do best in life, but according to a new best-selling book, introverts are just as high achievers.
It claims there is a bias towards extroverts in Western society. So do we discriminate against introverts? Barack Obama, JK Rowling and Steve Wozniak. They might not immediately stand out as introverts, but according to Susan Cain, American author of Quiet: The Power of Introverts In a World That Can't Stop Talking, they are. That is because she says, contrary to popular opinion, introverts are not necessarily shy or anti-social, they just prefer environments that are not over-stimulating and get their energy from quiet time and reflection.
Conversely, extroverts need to be around other people to recharge their batteries. Continue reading the main story Extroversion and introversion Continue reading the main story.