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January 07, 2004 -- 10:40 AM
posted by Beck

    Ah... the tidbits you can pick up from fark.com

    Question: Can you imagine circumstances where the loud dripping of plain water into basins set beneath your bed frightens you to death? Clue: You're blindfolded and strapped to the bed.

    Answer: In 1936, in India, recounts Nobel Laureate Bernard Lown in "The Lost Art of Healing," an astonishing experiment was conducted on a prisoner condemned to die by hanging. He was given the choice instead of being "exsanguinated," or having his blood let out, because this would be gradual and relatively painless. The victim agreed, was strapped to the bed and blindfolded.
    Unbeknownst to him, water containers were attached to the four bedposts and drip buckets set up below. Then after light scratches were made on his four extremities, the fake drip brigade began: First rapidly, then slowly, always loudly. "As the dripping of water stopped, the healthy young man's heart stopped also. He was dead, having lost not a drop of blood."
    Dying of fright can occur in one of two ways, explains Dennis Coon in his "Essentials of Psychology, Exploration and Application." The stepped-up heartbeat and other physiological reactions of the "fight-or-flight" response can kill directly; or "parasympathetic rebound" can be deadly, where the body works to calm itself and goes too far the other way, and actually stops the heart. Cases abound of soldiers dying of fright in savage battles or of people dying at other very emotional times. Voodoo deaths also pay testament to the amazing power of the mind over the body.

January 07, 2004 -- 12:08 AM
posted by Albert "Al" Yeong

So we've taken pictures from another planet... Yeah! Lets see if we can get pictures from another dimension...

January 06, 2004 -- 6:52 PM
posted by Par

    Check it out. The first colour photographs taken from the surface of another planet, composed to form a giant ... uh... composition. Below is what the internet kids call a "thumbnail" version. The link goes to one that's 3498x3851 (ie. ginormous) and is great for cropping into desktop backgrounds. Click on the photo below to get to the photo page.



    Oh yeah, and out of curiousity, is exactitude a word?

January 06, 2004 -- 4:54 PM
posted by Jsese

Pam I can bring the course pack to chilly's on wednesday if that works for you, cause I have classes solid from 8-330 tues and thurs, and am not coming to school any other day this week.

January 06, 2004 -- 4:08 PM
posted by Beck

    I bet you are all wondering what I did over christmas while I was 'netless

    Well I packed, moved, and killed God.
    Yes I did.
    I did it well, and not much changed after he died.
    It turns out that there is no paradise at the top of the tower in the middle of the world... only God "the Creator" waiting to laugh at whomever was able to make it to the top.
    So I kicked his ass.
    See for yourself!

January 06, 2004 -- 3:41 PM
posted by Pam

    Jesse- i want your 304 course pack- please and thank you- and if you have a 401 - that would be good to, but i am pretty sure you haven't taken that class yet.

    And as for the guess - i guess what "Zeeth" guessed - am i right? - am i right?

January 06, 2004 -- 3:08 PM
posted by Jere

Wait... sorry... there are parking lots at the bottom of the map... now is it Parking lot 1,2,3 or 4... actually I'll stay with chalet.

January 06, 2004 -- 3:05 PM
posted by Jere

No fair you forgot to put the parking lot on this map... crap now I'm out of ideas... I don't know... chalet?

January 06, 2004 -- 10:31 AM
posted by Al

Guess where I am right now

January 05, 2004 -- 9:57 PM
posted by pam

    my shoulders are burnt and my lips are blisstered from the sun- but thailand
    and the waters surrounding it surrived me-but i am home at last.

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