“We now know that 24 hours without sleep, or a week of sleeping four or five hours a night induces an impairment equivalent to a blood alcohol level of .1 percent. We would never say, ‘This person is a great worker! He’s drunk all the time!’ yet we continue to celebrate people who sacrifice sleep for work.”

Insights from the doctor who coaches athletes on sleep. Pair with the science of what actually happens while you sleep and how it affects your every waking hour. More on sleep here. (via medicalschool)

After one night of crap sleep I am an irritable mess. After 2 nights in a row of less than 7 hours of sleep, I begin to slur my speech. When I was working a job that demanded 50 hours a week from me, I routinely drifted off at the wheel on my way to work. I’m lucky I never had an accident. Our whole culture needs to revise its attitude toward rest and health because the current one literally kills people.

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I remember in college, people pulling all-nighters and staying up all hours to do homework (or hang out) and then getting up early for class. I tried, freshman year, because it was a thing you did, right? Also because my roommates stayed up way later than me and would always wake me up when they came in. I was miserable that year, tired and cranky all the time. I’m amazed I got through my classes and more amazed that I made any friends. I mostly gave up those things after freshman year, though, and tried to sleep regular hours, because they were clearly making my life a misery.

I just started a new job with a long commute and I’m having trouble adjusting to the new schedule. I need to go to sleep earlier than I’m used to and wake up earlier than I want to. Hopefully this schedule will only last a few more weeks, because I’m tired all the time right now.

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These are actual bloopers from the cast while they recording, and they were later animated.


I needed this in my life.

if you don’t want this on your blog, i’m judging you

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seeing a hot stranger in public is a blessing

seeing the same hot stranger in public again is a sign

It may not point somewhere you want, though. I saw the same attractive stranger two days in a row once and the second time he followed me halfway across the city, until I found a policeman, who got him to back the fuck off. I have no idea what he wanted. It was over a decade ago. It probably won’t happen again. But seeing strangers repeatedly in public does not make me happy or curious, it makes me scared.

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usually unpopular opinion puffin pisses me off but this is so important

yes this


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I have no idea what this is, but I actually knew someone in college who went by Than. I think it was short for Nathan, though.

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All-girl barber shop quartet nails it!

Guys. Guys… Did I ever tell you how much I love barbershop quartets and women who can sing? Oh geez. This is too much.


Guys…. I don’t think you understand how unbelievable this is… There was not one intonation problem in this entire performance. That’s…. well it’s …

i’m here for this

Reblogging again just to emphasize: These ladies are singing an extreeeeemely complex arrangement, and their intonation and tempo is so clean it shines. I just. Can’t. Stop. Watching it.

omfg the slides in the tag are glass, and the double post , and holy crap rubbing seconds in the middle, that ‘baritone is so perfectly tempered in the chords i’m dying and her post in the tag is solid, and the ‘bass’ is so charismatic w/o sticking out. i die… 

i love barbershop if anyone didn’t know

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Four Questions for Atheists and Agnostics


Calling all atheists and agnostics. May I ask you a question?

Okay, maybe four.

What do, or who do, you believe in since you don’t believe in God?

Is it hard to accept the death of a loved…

What do, or who do, you believe in since you don’t believe in God?

I don’t understand the question. I don’t believe in god. There is no “instead”, there is no hole, nothing needs to replace it. If you asked specific questions - what happens when we die, etc - I could tell you what I think about that, but I don’t have faith in science or Neil Degrasse-Tyson or whatever. I simply don’t believe in god.

Is it hard to accept the death of a loved one?

This one is kind of insulting. I love my friends and family; of course it is hard when people I care about die. In fact, if you think about it, in some ways it’s probably harder for atheists than for many religious people, since atheists don’t believe in an afterlife.

Was there ever a time in your life when you believed in God, or in a higher power?

The short answer is no.

The slightly less short answer is that I went to Hebrew school when I was a kid and learned stuff about the Torah and Jewish culture and history and so on and kind of assumed that the adults around me knew what they were talking about. I never thought about it that hard. So, sort of?

If so, what happened? Did you just grow out of believing, or did something/someone disappoint or hurt you? You may be as specific as you’d like. 

I was about 12 and started thinking for myself. It occurred to me that the Torah/Bible stories are myths just like the Greek myths that I had been reading for years and I was shocked (really, truly shocked) that people still believed them, like, for real

It was only after that that some people (read: Christians) started being disappointing and hurtful on the subject, actually. The first time someone (an adult) tried to convert me was when I was 13. It happened off and on through high school and college. I’ve been accosted by proselytizers on the street, had people bother me at my home, gotten into arguments at work when I mistakenly let it slip. And just last week someone I thought was a friend told me he’s never understood why atheists don’t just do whatever they want without regard for society or morality.



You know what I hate? When people get pissed off when you tell them you don’t want them to touch you. Like excuse me, I don’t actually want you to touch my arm. I don’t want a hug right now. I don’t give a shit if you’re family. I don’t care if the phrase “I don’t want to be touched” puts you off. Just don’t fucking touch me.


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