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jazz brain

Thursday, July 31st, 2008

from previous usa today article..something i like to read when i need a push.

How do you watch a brain on jazz? Inside an MRI scanner that measures changes in oxygen use by different brain regions as they perform different tasks.

You can’t play trumpet or sax inside the giant magnet that is an MRI machine. So Limb and Dr. Allen Braun at the National Institutes of Health hired a company to make a special plastic keyboard that would fit inside the cramped MRI with no metal to bother the magnet.

Then they put six professional jazz pianists inside to measure brain activity while they played straight and when they improvised. They played, right-handed, both a simple C scale and a blues tune that Limb wrote, appropriately titled “Magnetism.” Through earphones, they listened to a prerecorded jazz quartet accompaniment, to simulate a real gig.

Getting creative uses the same brain circuitry that Braun has measured during dreaming: First, inhibition switched off. The scientists watched a brain region responsible for that self-monitoring, the dorsolateral prefrontal cortex, shut down.

Then self-expression switched on. A smaller area called the medial prefrontal cortex fired up, a key finding as Braun’s earlier research on how language forms linked that region to autobiographical storytelling. And jazz improvisation produces such individual styles that it’s often described as telling your own musical story.

More intriguing, the musicians also showed heightened sensory awareness. Regions involved with touch, hearing and sight revved up during improv even though no one touched or saw anything different, and the only new sounds were the ones they created.

That doesn’t necessarily mean this is the center of creativity. The brains of highly trained musicians might work differently than an amateur pianist’s, or a painter’s, or a writer’s, something Limb and Braun hope to test next.

“We’re all creative every day. Are our brains doing the same things?” asks Braun, who studies the relationship of language and music at NIH’s National Institute on Deafness and Other Communication Disorders.

The study’s biggest significance isn’t what it found but that it could be performed at all, opening new avenues of brain research.

“Improvisation always has a sort of magical quality associated with it. People think when you’re improvising you have some sort of inspiration that’s not measurable,” says Dr. Robert Zatorre of the Montreal Neurological Institute, a pioneer in the neuroscience of music and himself a classical organist. “They went forward where everyone else feared to tread.”

Neuroscientists call the brain plastic, meaning it has remarkable flexibility to rewire itself. Unraveling how those circuits get modified in turn helps researchers hunt treatments for brain disorders — and the same circuits that process music show strong relationships with other key brain regions. Studies show that patients learning to speak again after a stroke may improve faster if they sing rather than recite, for example. Zatorre’s team is finding parallels between tone-deafness and the reading disability dyslexia.

“What we’re doing is not necessarily trying to say, ‘Well, if we use music it will help Parkinson’s patients walk.’ It might, yes, and there is some evidence it does so,” says Zatorre, whose institute this summer hosts an international conference on music and the brain.

Instead, the quest is to “understand the rules by which the brain changes its organization. That’s what we need to know,” he adds.

Creativity comes in because its root is the spontaneity that defines everyday life. Consider conversation: Hopkins’ Limb wants to image the brains of jazz musicians “trading fours,” where one improvises four bars and the next answers back with four new bars — a musical conversation he believes comparable to the talking kind.

And no, Limb doesn’t think he’s diminishing the magic of music by finding its cerebral underpinnings.

“It’s like knowing how an airplane flies. It’s still pretty magical.”

art

Wednesday, July 30th, 2008

falling garden

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Falling Garden
San Staë church on the Canale Grande
50th Biennial of Venice, 2003

The Doge (Mocenigo) needed a church so as to be able to have a monumental tomb built for himself, the church (San Staë) needed a saint so as to be able to be built, the saint (San Eustachio) needed a miracle so as to be pronounced a saint, the miracle needed a stag in order to be seen, and we built the garden for the reindeer.
The visitors lie on the bed above the doge’s gravestone, and the garden thinks for them.

Components: Plastic berries (India), cow pads (Jura), waste paper (Venice), baobab seeds (Australia), beech, elder and magnolia branches (Uster), thorns (Almeria), nylon blossoms (one-dollar-shop), pigs’ teeth (Indonesia), seaweed (Seoul), orange peel (Migros shop), fertilizer crystals (home grown), pigeons’ bones (San Staë), silk buds (Stockholm), cattail (Ettiswil), cats’ tails (China), celery roots (Montreal), virility rind (Caribbean), wild bore quills (zoo), banana leaves (Murten), rubber snakes (Cincinnati)…

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just to get it out.

Monday, July 28th, 2008

In regards to my head, the past week has been a bit rough. I know that monthly migraine attacks are somewhat inevitable since it’s linked to hormonal changes in the body, however, it doesn’t mean I’m always prepared. I’ve had them for twenty years and still, certain attacks leave me embarrassed, anxious and concerned about how this condition affects the people around me. I get apologetic and antsy.

Last night I ended up in the ER due to a bad one, and I felt so sad about it, so trapped, so sorry. I know that I cannot help it, and I know that I have absolutely nothing to be sorry for, but in the moment it is hard to feel anything else about it besides shame and worry and fear. I know that some of those feelings stem from the dip in serontonin(the brain’s feelgood chemical..which is tied to/affected by migraines), but I still have to do my best to digest them, deal with them.

With any chronic ailment, it’s easy to get caught up in the ailment/illness itself—it’s difficult to view the self outside of this box. I know that who I am as a person is much more than the head pain, more than the dark rooms I must retire to, more than the engagements and obligations that I must cancel/back out of. Still. I mourn the evenings, mornings, afternoons, events missed due to pain. I worry about upsetting people that care about me because I don’t want to put them in a position to feel helpless, to not know what to do. I do not want to be judged based on something that I cannot completely control. I do not enjoy viewing myself as a sick person, but sometimes I get fed up and can only see the illness. I try to live my life to the fullest when I am feeling well, and I try my best to let the people in my life know how much I appreciate and value them, and that I mean no harm when I am not feeling well. Being sick makes me sad, and it makes me feel helpless. It seems taboo to have such an intense pain that you cannot see from the outside; it seems strange to have such a tornado on top of my neck, to be so sensitive to my surroundings and yet do my damnedest to rebel against it because I don’t want to stay in bed and waste more time catering to what frustrates me the most.

There isn’t a purpose to this entry, other than getting it out, other than to remind myself that I am not an illness. I am not my pain. It’s okay to feel embarrassed and sorry as long as I know that these are common feelings with this sort of thing, and though they have a source: there is nothing, absolutely nothing, to feel ashamed of. My migraines do not make me any less of a person, or any less valuable.

blessed.

Saturday, July 26th, 2008

frommongolia

if i could crack open the chest

wrap this beating thing beneath

within this blue

i would.

Thursday, July 24th, 2008

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family portrait
by: summer allen (my sister)

I had a fantastic trip home to Ohio. The bus ride? Not so great. It’s hard to have high expectations when it comes to Greyhound though. I took the midnight bus down, which wasn’t so bad. The ride back? Icing on the cake to hell. I cannot even begin to describe the absurdity of the bus taking me from Dayton to Columbus. The driver had an incredibly violent movie playing on the small tvs dispersed throughout the bus. Plus the sound system ran through speakers that we, the passengers, could not control. So imagine full volume gun shots as one character shoots another character in the face. A couple of us were pleading with the driver to turn it off–there were small children on the bus. She never did. Once the movie ended, she turned up the radio, and my seatmates started to pop and clap along to “Apple Bottom Jeans.” The bus from Columbus to Pittsburgh: similar absurdity, different circus. The air conditioning did not work for the duration..on a 90-something degree day. You can let your imagination run from there.

house
Helped my sister, Jeremy, and Maddie move the last of their things out of the house. The house has been their home for six years, and it’s tough to say goodbye to such a great place. I’m excited that they’re building a new one, but sad to see the old ground go. New chapters beginning.

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gadgets/stuff

Thursday, July 24th, 2008

uterus vase

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leave a message on toast:

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Drawerment storage system:

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three headed sheep chair:

sheep

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008

cpbecause i do not have words to tell you how chronic migraines feel.

patterns

Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008

patterns

(found photography)

Friday, July 18th, 2008

U.S. Paxil probe broadens
June 20, 2008
By Tracy Staton

More government watchdogs appear to be boarding the Paxil investigation train. The Justice Department is coordinating a probe that includes Colorado’s Justice folks and the Boston U.S. attorney’s office. GlaxoSmithKline had already disclosed the Colorado investigation and confirmed the rest in today’s Wall Street Journal. Investigators are gathering documents and depositions about Paxil’s potential link to suicidal behavior, at least in part from plaintiff’s lawyers representing families suing the drugmaker, and about GSK’s portrayal of those risks to doctors and the FDA, the WSJ says.

Glaxo says it’s cooperating with the investigation and that it can’t comment further. In the past, the company has said that it “acted properly and responsibly” in testing Paxil and passing on trial data to regulators.

According to the WSJ, the probe is particularly focused on Glaxo’s submissions to the FDA about Paxil and suicidality when the drug’s approval was pending. Investigators also were anxious to get their hands on some documents, under court seal, that disputed GSK’s research conclusions on suicidality risks. GSK gave the Justice Department those documents, stipulating that they not be passed along to the FDA.

You’ll recall that last week, Sen. Charles Grassley demanded an FDA investigation of Paxil’s 1992 approval. That followed a years-long U.K. investigation that recently ended with no charges against GSK because British laws on data-sharing are unclear.

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yay!

Thursday, July 17th, 2008

birth announcement for Thaddeus, written by the daddio himself..one of my favorite people, Lloyd:

today natasha gave birth to our second son, Thaddeus Clifton Cameron. Born @ 2:46pm, weighing in @ a whopping 7 lbs 10 oz, with an amazing length of 20 in, he will not be circumsized despite abram’s covenant w/ god.
eternal memory is full!
p.s. pretend i somehow summoned a digital image of said child and placed it here.

Congrats to L & T. Love you guys, and will hopefully see you soon.

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