Bobby Fischer by Harry Benson, c. 1972
This is now my favorite Fischer photograph. For those who don’t know - this was taken at the Fischer v. Spassky World Championship Match in 1972 at the height of the Cold War. Spassky was a Russian. Fischer was from New York City.
The stress drove Fischer insane. Truly a Pyrrhic victory. and easily in the top 10 best games ever played.
God himself paused to watch.
Sigmund Freud (via addicted-doc)
Technically, nowhere. Memories are formed by neural connections in the hippocampus - when you forget something, this connection isn’t destroyed. Rather, your conscious mind just can’t access it. A study showed that when participants were shown information that they had forgotten, neural pathways associated with memory and recognition lit up, even if the subject said the information was unfamiliar. What’s not clear, however, is whether details can vanish permanently or are broken up or remain intact, but inaccessible.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hippocampus (also this guy does spatial navigation in addition to memory and no one remembers that this guy does that too even though it’s really important)
Now you knoooooooooooooooooooow
Went to the one place I should never go today: the bookstore. Goodbye paycheck. Hello new books for my bookshelf!!! As much as I love audiobooks, there’s something about the physical book and turning the pages and the smell. Especially the smell.
Things to be found in John Green books.
THIS IS THE GREATEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN
Idea: John Green has a daughter and names her “Fox”. When she becomes a teenager and starts dating, she’ll dump a boyfriend/girlfriend. John Green will then show up at the Dumpee’s house and whisper “no one can catch the motherfucking fox” and fade away into the blackness.