[A neuroscientist] was recording neuron activity in the brains of rats as they navigated a difficult maze. (The machines translated the firing of brain cells into loud, staccato pops.) One day, he left the rats connected to the recording equipment after they completed the task. (Wilson was preoccupied with some data analysis.) Not surprisingly, the tired animals soon started to doze off, slipping into a well-deserved nap. And that’s when Wilson heard something extremely unexpected: although the rats were sound asleep, the sound produced by their brain activity was almost exactly the same as it was when they were running in the maze. The animals were dreaming of what they’d just done.

Based on this and other studies scientists think our dreams are a mechanism our brain uses in  ” … sifting through the helter-skelter of the day, trying to figure out what we need to remember and what we can afford to forget.” Fascinating, but I can’t stop thinking about those poor rats dreaming of their race …

We have the Snallygaster, the Goatman, and the Bunny Man that I can think of off the top of my head, but none of those seem as cool as a rotten toothed, vertically challenged, harbinger of doom. Maybe I will just have to make up my own creeps unless any of my Maryland people can think of some more interesting local monsters?

Digging spring, can’t stop snapping pics of the jelly fish like clouds.

But it turns out my faith was unfounded, because Sat­ur­day, March 27 was, in fact, the last beau­ti­ful day.

On Sun­day, the sky over the city was gray-​​​​green. Mon­day was worse, and the week that fol­lowed was a cage of dark clouds that trailed cur­tains of cold rain. There was light­ning. It went on like that, week after week, month after month, all across the city, the penin­sula, and the headlands—the sun sim­ply refused to shine. And today, about a mil­lion of us are still stuck liv­ing in a weather non sequitur.

Go check it out, it’s worth it.

In his natural habitat.

Besides the usual rations and cold weather clothes he will be hauling a shotgun for bears, a PDA to blog/tweet about his trip, cameras to document it, an MP3 player to pass the 30 some odd days of solitude, and a pee bottle for, well, you get the idea. For some reason the stuff I shove in my bag for work doesn’t seem quite as interesting anymore.

Unfortunately, it appears that he has had a setback with his gear when a fuel container he was carrying on his sledge burst and contaminated 70% of his food supply. I hope he is able to get back on the “road” soon.

Blue Monk by Thelonious Monk — is a good song for a Sunday.

TV Sets: Fantasy Blueprints of Classic TV Homes — “This book of architectural blueprints is a loving, if obsessive, tribute to the minutiae of televised domestic life. Author Mark Bennett’s excrutiatingly detailed plans span 25 years of television history, from Tiger’s doghouse on The Brady Bunch to The Addams Family‘s entire manor, including Lurch’s harpsichord, Gomez’s train set, and Uncle Fester’s laboratory.” Awesome. (via)

Expiration Date — Pomplamoose’s covers are good, but their original songs are great.

Grain & Gram — The New Gentlemans Journal — The only thing I don’t like about Grain & Gram is the lack of a way to subscribe to be notified of the next edition. (via)

Link drops are occasional selections of items from my full list of links.

The can never stood a chance. [embiggen]

A fake tattoo from McDonald’s I believe.