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City Life Changes How Our Brains Deal With Distractions
In an upcoming issue of the Journal of Experimental Psychology: Human Perception and Performance, a group of British psychologists reports that people who live in cities show diminished powers of general attention compared to people from remote areas. With so much going on around them, urbanites don’t pay much attention to surroundings unless they’re highly engaging.
Instead, as the researchers put it, city dwellers have developed a form of attention that puts priority on “the search for potential dangers or new opportunities.”
Read more. [Image: Shutterstock]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/3f785be65252a7a81a2af702fe12a69f/tumblr_mhg3ztcwa01qcokc4o1_500.jpg)
City Life Changes How Our Brains Deal With Distractions
In an upcoming issue of the Journal of Experimental Psychology: Human Perception and Performance, a group of British psychologists reports that people who live in cities show diminished powers of general attention compared to people from remote areas. With so much going on around them, urbanites don’t pay much attention to surroundings unless they’re highly engaging.
Instead, as the researchers put it, city dwellers have developed a form of attention that puts priority on “the search for potential dangers or new opportunities.”
Read more. [Image: Shutterstock]
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Photo reblogged from Suri's Burn Book
My body double showed up for work with white socks and black shoes, a coat that has Velcro, and a low-denomination bill. So I just decided to say screw it and wear a novelty hat. It couldn’t get worse at that point.
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Photo reblogged from Downton Abbey Appreciation
you’ve lived your life and i’ve lived mine, now it’s time we live them together
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This morning while I was getting ready I was watching Sesame Street.
They were doing this bit where some clown was trying to wash his hands but kept washing his feet or his elbows and Elmo would go, “no mister noodle, your HANDS!” and all the tv kids would laugh.
Around the fourth or fifth time he couldn’t find his hands, I heard a grown man yell from somewhere else in the motel, “GODDAMMIT, MR. NOODLE.”
LITERALLY MY FAVORITE STORY ON ALL OF TUMBLR.
(Source: handaxe)
