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Not sure if you can get into this link. About a guy who wants to better ice skate for hockey. In pursuit of the perfect stride, I trained with a world-class skating coach - and it worked - The Globe and Mail His skating is coached by a former Olympic figure skater. Various techniques and below how the brain learns on new movements. According to a neuroscientist, Gallucci: But the brain “doesn’t care about your goals, your hopes, your dreams.” It cares about its own survival as an organism. It is content with the status quo. This is especially true as we age. So the brain by its nature sets up hurdles. How to overcome? Part of it is the mindset. The self-belief. Gallucci said he has encountered many people even at age 30 with a self-limiting belief structure about their ability to learn new things or adopt new tasks. Part of it is the consistency and repetition. “Consistency over time is critical to creating the neuroplastic changes that we need,” he says. Gallucci has taken part in a project in which imaging machines showed how the brains of professional athletes are wired in real time. “The thing that makes an athlete an athlete when it comes to this sort of skill acquisition is the efficiency of movement.” The brain, he said, craves efficiency. Consistency drives the emergence of efficiency. And you want to keep it fun. That activates reward centres in the brain, which makes it more likely your brain will adopt the behaviour. Also, visualization helps. Watching, say, 10 minutes a day of good skating. He calls this “hacking the system.” “You can actually build the fibres [in neural networks] because large portions of the brain don’t know the difference between whether you’re doing it or not doing it.” And the visualization continues when you sleep. You learn while you sleep. “When you’re trying to build skill acquisition, that mostly happens during sleep.” He likens this process to a tennis match between Rafael Nadal and Novak Djokovic. Among different parts of the brain, “there’s a banter at night that goes back and forth ... that solidifies the learning.”

Distributor cap?

I had to look that up, that also doesn't sound like fun.

It is a little known fact that Zima confers protective benefits to those who drink it. Wounds become self-healing within minutes if you have enough Zima built up in your system.

I am still getting used to my cpap machine. One day, I will know how it works.

No. That has to be installed along with all the games.

I'd have to rank hydrocele right up top above Covid.

Just tell them to make it a long scar

Food poisoning is a great weight loss plan. I had a severe case from eating a fish sandwich at a restaurant when I was 15 YO and to this day I don't like to eat fish.

Dishwasher, Navy, Gas station attendant, District sales manager, Instrumentation technician, Process engineer, Steel mill technician, missile guidance system technician, Laser technician, Laser design engineer (junior), Hobby shop clerk. cable fabricator. That's an even dozen. And I forgot tire buster and battery/alternator mechanic while going back to school

Religious vocations? Less than zero. In the other sense of the word, I'd say two. I wanted to become an aircraft mechanic as a child, so I did. Later I was drawn towards database work. Being an instructor both in the military and college level certainly wasn't a vocation. I had to work too hard to be good at it and really didn't like it all that much.

..did you have during your working career?

Does it come with a link to SWF as the default page?

and now we wait.

Maybe that 4 hour condition? That seems like it could be fun under certain conditions.

Imagine if it was Zima. He probably would have lost the arm up to the elbow after 12 hours of arterial Zimafication.

I have only ever gotten real food poisoning from fresh produce. I have eaten a few things that wanted out fast, but those episodes were over in a few hours. Real food poisoning is the gift that keeps giving for several days.

Across the street, is an expensive private nursing home.... one does see ambulance often enough. @petitepedal For the people who stay to live until end/hospice, the "younger" folks live at least around 10 years after they move in the condo complex?

...and boy was she specific in all the things "wrong" in the neighborhood! Bushes needing trimming, flowers that weren't "right for that space", a tree branch that "could fall and kill someone", and too many people with DOGS!!! Remind me not to talk to any more Karens.

You got this, @Wilbur. Peace and mercy be the recovery.

6 weeks and I still don't have mine yet

Yep. You are a lot less likely to get it but it can still be hideous. I got it once from KFC and it was violent for 4 days. Haven't been back to a KFC since.

And who doesn’t love a poem about a dog? Especially this one by Jimmy Stewart. "Beau" by Jimmy Stewart He never came to me when I would call Unless I had a tennis ball, Or he felt like it, But mostly he didn't come at all. When he was young He never learned to heel Or sit or stay, He did things his way. Discipline was not his bag But when you were with him things sure didn't drag. He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me, And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me. He bit lots of folks from day to day, The delivery boy was his favorite prey. The gas man wouldn't read our meter, He said we owned a real man-eater. He set the house on fire But the story's long to tell. Suffice it to say that he survived And the house survived as well. On the evening walks, and Gloria took him, He was always first out the door. The Old One and I brought up the rear Because our bones were sore. He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on, What a beautiful pair they were! And if it was still light and the tourists were out, They created a bit of a stir. But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks And with a frown on his face look around. It was just to make sure that the Old One was there And would follow him where he was bound. We are early-to-bedders at our house-- I guess I'm the first to retire. And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me And get up from his place by the fire. He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs, And I'd give him one for a while. He would push it under the bed with his nose And I'd fish it out with a smile. And before very long He'd tire of the ball And be asleep in his corner In no time at all. And there were nights when I'd feel him Climb upon our bed And lie between us, And I'd pat his head. And there were nights when I'd feel this stare And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair. And sometimes I'd feel him sigh and I think I know the reason why. He would wake up at night And he would have this fear Of the dark, of life, of lots of things, And he'd be glad to have me near. And now he's dead. And there are nights when I think I feel him Climb upon our bed and lie between us, And I pat his head. And there are nights when I think I feel that stare And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair, But he's not there. Oh, how I wish that wasn't so, I'll always love a dog named Beau