Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Chromatics, Goethes’s Farbenlehre, 1810. Published by Cotta, Tübingen. The complete book: Via Linda Hall Library, Kansas.
*Man, that’s some tasty eating.
MODELING A TYPICAL SYNAPSE IN THE BRAIN OF AN ADULT RAT
Cross-section through the area where an nerve axon creates neurotransmitters
A synapse has two sides; this is axon terminal, the side where neurotransmitter chemicals are produced and released. Neurotransmitters are packaged into vesicles beneath the synaptic terminal’s membrane. [WP]
(A) A section through the synaptic bouton [that is, the synaptic terminal] indicating 60 proteins.
(B) High-zoom view of the active zone area.
(C) High-zoom view of one vesicle within the vesicle cluster.
(D) High-zoom view of a section of the plasma membrane in the vicinity of the active zone.
Clusters of syntaxin (yellow) and SNAP 25 (red) are visible, as well as a recently fused synaptic vesicle (top).
Displayed synaptic vesicles have a diameter of 42 nm.
Science 30 May 2014: Vol. 344 no. 6187 pp. 1023-1028 // ”Composition of isolated synaptic boutons reveals the amounts of vesicle trafficking proteins.” Benjamin G. Wilhelm
Read Virginia Hughes write-up of this article: Now THIS Is a Synapse
(I wonder if my intense desire to find the truth — the end of truth — has finally eclipsed the truth itself. Or meddling intellect perhaps misshapes the beauteous forms of things. We murder to dissect. My mind is a tangled knot I can no longer untie, daily I fight the urge to sever it completely, to stop this descent.)
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek (forgetting find) and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me, remember me
|—||E.E. Cummings, 16 (via stxxz)|
I’d like a holiday where the theme is you have to talk or write about what are the key emotional valences and arguments of the people whose views you find most repugnant and distasteful, and what’s considered successful and cool on this holiday is presenting them in the most sympathetic light, and you have to emerge with one little thing however small that you’re going to sign onto that you hadn’t before, or you don’t get to eat dinner, and dinner is really good, and it doesn’t count if it’s some bullshit way of sneaking up on your ideological enemies from behind, and it’s not about reaching some imaginary land of facile ‘moderation’ or difference-splitting, it’s about my side, usually the right side, would get better and we could use words for something other than whatever good feeling it is that people get from pissed-off solidarity that I was apparently born more or less unable to take pleasure in