Upper Silesian Metropolitan Area, Poland

The Lower Silesian Metropolitan Area is so much cooler....

That one was a size 5.

I'm pretty sure even my pinky's about a 7. Ah, well. Guess H is in for some extra sparkle for her b-day next month.

So they want me to come interview for the job tomorrow at 4.

After hearing a little more, I'm leaning even more towards this is a test interview sort of deal. They have 10 different sites throughout the city I would be supporting. Bleh. Having a long commute is bad enough. Requiring me to travel around once in the city pretty much pushes this into the too much hassle for what it's worth pile.

Of course, I could be wrong and they'll wow me. We'll see.

Even more fun, to make a 4pm appointment via the train means either leaving from the local station at 1pm or driving to the next station down the line (about 20 minutes drive) and getting on a 2pm train. But after driving home in rush hour yesterday, I'm not keen on repeating it or putting myself at the whims of the parking gods again, since I pretty much lucked out yesterday.

Kalshane, you're taking Metra, right?

Timelies all!

I had some microwave popcorn for a snack this afternoon(probably too much, but oh, well), then I come here to see the popcorn discussion. Hmm...

There is an oval-cut garnet ring in a size 8 coming up.

Also, not for nothing - they have an affiliate program. Should we see about adding b.org to their program?

There's a garnet up now, ita.

I'm holding out for the lapis.

The Lower Silesian Metropolitan Area is so much cooler....

This is what I've heard.

For anyone interested in bizarre brain stuff - this is fascinating:

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In The Echo Maker, Powers' character Mark flips his truck on an icy stretch of road in Nebraska and ends up in the hospital in a near-vegetative state. His sole-remaining family member, his sister Karin, immediately rushes to his bedside to nurse him back to health. Mark remains comatose for long enough that the doctors begin to lose hope. But then, miraculously, he wakes up. It takes him weeks to regain the power of speech, but once he does, it becomes clear that something is seriously amiss: Mark is convinced that this person who hovers by his bedside at all hours of the day, who looks and sounds just like his sister, is a plant--an imposter sent to surveil him and report back to "the authorities."

Powers soon reveals that Mark is suffering from a condition known as Capgras Delusion, which just so happens to be my favorite neurological condition. Once thought to be undeniable evidence of psychosis, Capgras Delusion is now believed to be a neurological syndrome caused by faulty wiring between the two areas of the brain involved in facial recognition: the temporal lobe, which contains pathways specializing in identifying faces, and the limbic system, which is responsible for attributing emotional significance to these faces.

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When we encounter a face, two things occur in the brain. Our visual centers survey the physical attributes of the person in front of us and match them up with a template stored in the temporal lobe, thus allowing us to classify the person. This information then gets transmitted to the limbic system, which conjures up the appropriate feelings.

People suffering from Capgras Delusion only experience the first half of this process. Because their temporal lobes are intact, they recognize that the person standing in front of them looks exactly like their mother, but this recognition evokes no emotional response. The way the brain copes with this disjunction is by making a logical leap: 'This person looks like my mother, but doesn't feel like my mother, therefore she must be a fraud.'

Now if the person suffering from Capgras was unaware of his impairment, this response would be entirely understandable. What's really mystifying is that explaining what's happening makes absolutely no impression on the patient. No matter how many times he's told that he's suffering from a neurological condition, he will persist in believing that he's being hounded by doppelgangers. If the rational brain was at the reins, it stands to reason that the patient would accept his doctor's explanations. But when it comes to Capgras Delusion, emotions trump logic. The mind simply cannot accept the idea that a spouse, a mother, or beloved sister elicits no feeling, so the delusion persists.

Kalshane, you're taking Metra, right?

Yup. The Metra station in Chicago is six blocks from the placement firm, where I'd doing the interview. I've only taken Metra into the city once before and recall the station as being large, noisy and cofusing. So I have that to look forward to.