Homunculus - the mapping of the body surfaces in the brain. Latin for “little human.” Commonly used to describe distorted human figure drawn to reflect relative space human body parts occupy on the motor and somatosensory cortex. In the field of neurology, commonly called “the little man inside the brain.”

diagram showing regions of the human cortex corresponding to the respective nerve region - size depicts most sensitive areas(large = more sensitivity/nerve endings)

homunculus model

Words from a friend today:

Please do not stop writing ever.

The body is sore, and somewhat burnt. I’m logging some miles on the bike–taking the “long way” home from work, or spinning straight home and heading right out again in the direction I barrelled in from. Sunday the sun had it’s way with me during two hours of soccer, and again last night when I recruited Greg to play some footie in the park. We ended up playing with a group of kids that were not only skilled, but hilarious and polite. We slapped hands at the end and vowed to meet up again. I love being sweaty and physically exhausted. I love it so much that it’s stupid. I love it so much that it’s keeping the migraines at bay so far this week.

I’ve developed an incredible obsession with steamed rice. I consume this every day for lunch, and sometimes for dinner. Perhaps this isn’t very creative, but it is delicious. I prefer eating with chopsticks anyway. There’s a trip to the grocery store in my future tonight, so I hope the journey will provide some inspiration, or variation, for the meals to come. I also hope that I get caught in a thunderstorm on my bike ride there.

I’m falling behind on people I need to call, and things I need to work on. I can’t help it–the weather is too nice; I can’t stay indoors. My to-do list is humorous. I keep forgetting that I made one to begin with. Plus, I’m still(yes, still) floating around with a grin on my face thanks to the weekend that just passed. A sweet little picnic in the park, old friends/new friends, bike riding out the wazoo, and a cook out for two that turned into a party for fifteen. I love this life, I really do.

Today while departing for my lunch break(to obtain steamed rice, go figure), I found myself in the elevator, inspired. This hit me like boom. I had no paper, no pen, no one around to borrow such from. I did the next best thing. I leaned against the elevator wall and grinned to myself, letting that feeling of being moved/inspired/ready to create wash over me in droves. I clutched a new project, new concept–tucked it under the wing and into a corner of the overflowing chest. Something to tackle, for later.

Of course I have more than this to say, but I’m not sure how to word it here(which is how it seems to go in this medium nowadays, so forgive me). More soon I’m sure.

to the astronaut who faked her death (1)

the gravity thing? it isn’t that scary.
the moon disappearing? just an illusion,
and the sun
a lighter flick simple
hides the brilliant orange ash
behind his back
blown on by stars who get bored
with twiddling space junk
(a satellite flipped, end over end between knuckles of one hand
big aluminum trick)

on the fridge
placed under magnet of orion
the pleasure of walk, hyphened
the dust taking tread
televised dirt
the covers to your bed
pinned by dresser drawer and couch bend
a flashlight and conversation
spinning the big colander on a stick above us
this is how it happened, you whisper,
a big bang so be careful;

holy. visuals.

i cannot comment on the actual song. The song is not the issue here. This video = hot all over the place.

Transit of Venus
by Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon

The actors mill about the party saying rhubarb
because other words do not sound like conversation.
In the kitchen, always, one who’s just discovered
beauty, his mouth full of whiskey and strawberries.
He practices the texture of her hair with his tongue;
in her, five billion electrons pop their atoms. Rhubarb
in electromagnetic loops, rhubarb, rhubarb, the din increases.

i guess
they call it
grey matter
for a reason—

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Happy birthday to my sister Summer AND my niece(her daughter), Madelyn. They share a birthday and it is today. I cannot wait to see them. More later.