✨️a mess✨️

he would be so delighted by this. by all of it. by the existence of the walkman, by the small sound of music in a place that is normally silent except for the hum. the very concept of you wanting to share something with him that didn't come from him.

the thing about the walkman is that it shouldn't work. batteries die. the backrooms are not kind to electronics. M.E.G. devices fail constantly down here. but yours just... keeps working. it's been working for weeks. and you've stopped questioning why because you have a working theory that involves bb's name and you don't want to look at it too directly. (he is, somewhere, somehow, keeping it alive for you.)

you'd been listening to it alone mostly. headphones in, sitting in the nest, just needing five minutes of something from the real world. and he'd been watching. with that quiet curious head-tilt, that focused-attention thing he does when something about you is new. eventually you'd noticed.

you'd pull the headphones off and hold them out to him.

he'd stare like he's not quite sure what the move is. then he'd come closer. lower his head obediently when you motion, let you slip the foam-padded band over his ears, let you adjust the fit with both hands like you were settling a crown.

his eyes go wide.

not in the human way. in the bb way. the pupils doing the too-fast dilation. his head tilting all the way to that not-quite-human angle, like the music was something he was trying to hear with his entire body and his neck was just trying to help.

he doesn't have a frame of reference for music. he has the hum of the backrooms. he has his own tuneless song. he has the muffled distant echoes of songs that bled through walls in places he watched you and bobby exist. but he has never had this (clean, layered sound made by humans for the express purpose of being beautiful) directly into his ears. into his head. inside him.

and yes. he knows what dancing is. he watched you and bobby do it. when bobby still came around and you were alone at the store, and he would put the music on louder and pull you against him and spin you around. and you laughed and bb watched from the other side and filed it away with the rest of the things bobby got to have and didn't appreciate.

so when the song picks up and you stand up and hold your hand out to him he understands what you're asking. he just doesn't know how to do it.

"i don't—" he starts. quiet. genuinely uncertain in a way he almost never is. "i've never—"

"i know."

"i'll do it wrong."

"that's the fun part."

The full saga of Margie and the Nuns (so far). Realised I never compiled these in one place.! Also, bonus Margies!

She got the idea for the study while walking with her advisor at Stanford to discuss her thesis topic, and the paper she eventually published in the Journal of Experimental Psychology in 2014 is sharp enough that it should have ended the seated meeting on the day it came out.

She ran 4 experiments on 176 people. Same person tested twice. Once sitting, once walking. The creativity tasks were the standard ones psychologists have used for decades to measure how good a brain is at generating novel useful ideas.

81% of participants in the first experiment produced more creative ideas while walking than while sitting. In the second experiment, 88%. In the third, 100%. Every single person walked into a more creative version of themselves. On average, people generated 60% more novel useful ideas the moment their legs started moving.

The skeptical question is the obvious one. Maybe it was the fresh air. Maybe it was the scenery passing by. Maybe it was the change of environment doing the work, not the walking itself.

Oppezzo killed every one of those explanations with one experimental decision. She put people on a treadmill facing a blank wall. No scenery. No fresh air. No environmental change. Just legs moving in place while staring at white drywall. The 60% boost held.

Then she ran the experiment that closed the case completely. She took participants outside in two conditions. Half of them walked through a Stanford courtyard. The other half were pushed through the exact same courtyard in a wheelchair. Same outdoor stimulation. Same scenery passing at the same speed. The only difference was whether the legs were moving.

The walkers produced dramatically more novel high-quality ideas than the wheelchair group. The outdoors did almost nothing on its own. The walking did everything.

She also tested the opposite kind of thinking. Convergent thinking. The kind where there is one right answer and you have to narrow down to it. Word puzzles where 3 words share a hidden fourth word that connects them. The seated participants did slightly better on these. Walkers got slightly worse.

Walking is not a general intelligence enhancer. It does one specific thing. It opens up the divergent search inside your brain. The part that generates options. The part that produces unexpected connections. The part that takes a problem and finds five ways into it instead of one.

When you need to converge on the single right answer, sit down. When you need to find the answer in the first place, get up.

The mechanism is now well understood. Walking selectively activates what neuroscientists call the default mode network, the system inside your brain that runs when you are not consciously focused on anything. The DMN is where mind-wandering happens. Where memories cross-reference each other. Where ideas that have been sitting in separate folders inside your head finally bump into each other.

When you sit at a desk and force yourself to concentrate, you suppress the DMN. When you walk at a natural pace, the executive part of your brain gets just busy enough handling the walking that the DMN comes online and starts doing the work that focus was blocking.

The most useful finding in the entire paper is the one almost nobody quotes. The boost did not turn off the moment people stopped walking. Participants who walked first and then sat back down stayed elevated. Their next round of seated creativity work was still significantly better than people who had been sitting the whole time. The rest lingered for at least several minutes after the legs stopped moving.

You do not need to do creative work while walking. You need to walk before the creative work. The brain holds the state.

Search each prompt in Pinterest and use the first pic that comes up! ★ Animal ★ Aesthetic ★ Background ★ Character ★ Food ★ Show ★ Movie

Some of these had to be not the very first option bc pinterest is a huge AI mess now even when you toggle the search results off sighs BUT I DID MY BEST

here's mineeee

It is, by any metric, a small country masquerading as a city.

It governs more lives and more wealth than most nations. If democratic socialism — housing reform, public banking, equitable taxation — functions here, it obliterates the myth that such governance can’t work at scale. The fear isn’t ideological. It’s empirical. Because if Mamdani can keep the lights on, reduce homelessness, and maintain economic growth without catering to Wall Street, then the capitalist gospel collapses under its own dead weight.

What terrifies the establishment isn’t failure. It’s feasibility.

If it works in New York, there’s no reason it can’t work in Nebraska. If it works in Queens, it can work in Kansas City. And once proof exists, belief becomes irrelevant. The ship of democracy, fully refitted, will keep sailing — and no one can claim it isn’t American."

You have something wrong with you. No, not something we can do anything about. You're just Wrong. Not wrong enough that you can't work, but too wrong to be able to help you.

You don't need medication to mitigate your suffering. You're the only cause of your suffering. The fact that you can look me in the eyes long enough to tell me what's wrong means you're not autistic (a real problem with real consequences, unlike yours). You're not looking at me. This means you are avoidant. This means you just need to stop avoiding things. It's all in your head. But a psychiatrist can't help you.

You just told me a side effect of your new medication. However, I am unfamiliar with all but the most common of side effects, and it's not one of them. You must be lying to me about how you feel when you take it.

There's no point in trying to help someone who doesn't want to help themselves.

You keep asking for disability benefits because you've been unable to work for over a decade. It's too early to give you that. What if you stop trying to get better as soon as you're not in constant economic stress? A diagnosis would just confirm to you that you can't do it.

to help someone who doesn’t

want to help themselves.

we're looking to create an AI policy, and when we were talking about this, my boss (older millennial) was genuinely shocked to hear that younger people do not (seem) to view AI positively (a la the recent commencement speakers being booed)

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Perhaps we will meet in a different lifetime as the characters of a different story.

MARK Z. DANIELEWSKI

House of Leaves (2000);