Johnny Winters manager had been slowly lowering his methadone dosage for 3 years without Johnny’s knowledge and, as a result, Johnny was completely clean of his 40 year heroin addiction for over 8 months before being told he was finally drug free
In Japan, a diver named Hiroyuki Arakawa and a sheepshead wrasse named Yoriko have been friends for over 25 years (article)
What’t it like to be an introvert?
Early on in my relationship with my extroverted wife, we went to a party together, and, at some point, I asked, “Would it be okay if we left in an hour?”
She said, “Sure.”
Then I got involved in a poker game and she could see I was having a blast. But, in the middle of the game, at exactly an hour from when I’d mentioned leaving, I said, “Okay, I’m ready to go.”
She was flabbergasted. “But you’re having fun!” she said. “I can see you’re having fun!”
“Yes, I am, but I still want to go.”
What she didn’t understand is that socializing feels, for me, like a fun but strenuous physical activity. If someone says, “I need to stop dancing now,” it doesn’t necessarily mean he’s having a bad time. He may just be tired.
It’s like I have a battery inside me that allows me to function socially for a certain length of time. When it’s drained, my social skills vanish, whether I’ve been having a good time or not. And I feel a tremendous need to be by myself and recharge.
This past winter, we were snowed into our apartment for nearly two weeks, and by the end of it, we were stir crazy. We needed to be around other people. I needed it as much as my wife did.
But, once we’d hung out with some friends, my social needs were met way before hers were. I stayed out until midnight or so, just to make her happy, but I got antsy to go home at around nine, and by 10:30, I was in agony.
Still, from about 5pm until 8:30, we were both having fun.
– Marcus Geduld
Johnny Cash waiting to play at Folsom Prison, 1968
Jim Morrison 1968
The Machine that Detected the Higgs Boson Particle
A woman enjoys the Rijksmuseum one last time
1. Cleopatra lived closer to the building of Pizza Hut than the pyramids.
The Great Pyramid was built cerca 2560 BC, while Cleopatra lived around 30 BC. The first Pizza Hut opened in 1958, which is about 500 years closer.
2. Every two minutes, we take as many photos as all of humanity took during the 1800s.
On the left is the first photograph ever taken (1826), View from the Window at Le Gras by French inventor Joseph Nicéphore Niépce. On the right is a cat who accidentally took a picture of itself (2013). It’s estimated that in 2014, humans will take 880 billion photos (not including cats). In fact, 10% of all the photos ever taken were taken in the past 12 months.
Taxidermist Carl Akeley posing with the leopard he killed with his bare hands after it attacked him, 1896
Not wanting to end up stuffing the cat with his own entrails, Akeley raised his rifle and fired twice, but he missed both times. On his third shot, the bullet grazed the leopard, sending the feline into a frenzy. Enranged, the big cat screamed and charged the American, all teeth and bad attitude, ready to take his revenge.
Terrified out of his mind, Akeley pulled the trigger a fourth time, only to realize that he was out of bullets. Downright desperate, Akeley tried to flee, loading cartridges into his rifle as he ran. Working the bolt, he turned to shoot, only to see the leopard flying through the air, fangs bared. Fortunately, Akeley’s first shot had wounded one of the cat’s back paws. Thanks to the bullet, the leopard’s jump was a bit off, giving Akeley enough time to throw up his hands. The cat sank its jaws into the man’s forearm, and the two started wrestling back and forth, fighting for their lives. Eventually, the man and cat grew weak and tumbled to the ground. Finally, he managed to strangle the leopard with his left hand while ramming his right arm down the leopard’s throat.
What Is Daily Life Like With Alzheimer’s
This is an excellent question, and one I’ve considered often in the last decade-plus of working with such folks.
First, it depends upon the stage of dementia: mild, moderate, or severe.
In mild dementia, it seems to be like being a functional alcoholic’s day, as far as cognition goes. You’re able to do what you need to do, but some little things get missed, such as your T-shirt is on backward, but you don’t notice, or you can’t find the sugar bowl, so you start taking apart cupboards and end up going without coffee and the kitchen is a mess. Later, you swear you did not do that. You have no memory of doing it, and the more another person argues that you did indeed make that mess, the angrier you get. You did not. He or she is lying.
The whole day goes like this—close to normal, but not quite. Routines are easy, but anything new is more difficult. And, if asked about someone or thing from earlier in the day, you may or may not remember the event. By the end of the day, you’re tired of thinking, but your brain keeps throwing up odd thoughts and ideas—things like, “I can’t find the car keys. Someone must have stolen them! I need the car keys.” You may wander, rummage, pull things out of drawers for a couple hours, at the end of which you may be unable to tell anyone what it was you were searching for. Even more telling, you may not have driven a car for the past five years.
3 young royal heirs around the world, Denmark, Marocco and Japan
This is the blood vessels of a real person who donated there body for scientific display purposes