The Malleability Yet Stupidity of The Brain (My Brain, Specifically)

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Johannes Mudi</a> | <a href="undefined">Elle Beau ❇︎</a> | <a href="undefined">Avi Kotzer</a>| <a href="undefined">O.M. Fernandes</a> | <a href="undefined">Maia Sham</a>| <a href="undefined">Sam Branstner</a> | if you’re up to it and anyone else interested to smash that writer’s block, join in on this tiny challenge and write a response, wherever it takes you! It can be a tiny poem, a shortform piece or an essay — whatever comes into that brain noodle!</p><div id="f0c0" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/submit-to-the-brain-is-a-noodle-d9f9398fea4"> <div> <div> <h2>Submit to 🧠The Brain is a Noodle🍜!</h2> <div><h3>The Brain is a Noodle is inviting writers like you to submit poetry and articles!</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*xZM6tmvOvYvGS9eg0C-5AQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="3426">Hi I’m <a href="undefined">Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她)</a> and sometimes I start writing a poem with a hilarious and dumb experience in mind and then when it settles into verse form I realize how it too-closely resembles a larger scale issue and it’s no longer funny anymore. And in those moments, my mind thinks: “one bite of sugar, one bite of poo”, a Cantonese saying that I think means that life is a mixture of the tasty and the disgusting, but I also personally misuse it to mean “Give someone sugar so that

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it’s easier to follow up with poo” in a “foot in the door” tactic. Here, the celery is the bluetooth headphones meme, the hummus is the political commentary. It’s very bland hummus because I’m too afraid of being too flavorful amidst all that has happened to people who have spoken up.</p><div id="6219" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/what-would-you-do-with-an-extra-hour-in-your-day-3530474e2d99"> <div> <div> <h2>What would you do with an extra hour in your day?</h2> <div><h3>🧠🍜 Sunny Side Updates Week #16!!!</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*k3ucbwWRlCQzg4T6DkACZw.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="e918" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-diamond-merchant-who-looted-the-bank-and-fled-the-country-aa0f2838b092"> <div> <div> <h2>The Diamond Merchant Who Looted The Bank And Fled The Country</h2> <div><h3>Now he is a man on the run</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*zV733n6zuekf2ab2rwAx9Q.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="e323">^ by <a href="undefined">Dr. Preeti Singh</a></p></article></body>

a poem and a writing challenge

It’s amazing how fast the human brain gets used to convenience and unlearns years of careful safety measures.

(Sounds ominous)

but truthfully, this was about wireless headphones, that allowed me the freedom to get up and pee while still listening to the music or podcast that I had on my laptop

they broke (I’m sad) and now only work through wired connection

and every day my bladder rings my body rises and my entire desk set up collapses under the weight of the freedom I used to have no longer afforded to me.

This was a meme poem, but I shook at that final verse. How something so simple and funny could be an adequate a parallel to all that’s lost.

Writing Prompt: wireless (whether bras, headphones or beyond)

Hi I’m Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) and sometimes I start writing a poem with a hilarious and dumb experience in mind and then when it settles into verse form I realize how it too-closely resembles a larger scale issue and it’s no longer funny anymore. And in those moments, my mind thinks: “one bite of sugar, one bite of poo”, a Cantonese saying that I think means that life is a mixture of the tasty and the disgusting, but I also personally misuse it to mean “Give someone sugar so that it’s easier to follow up with poo” in a “foot in the door” tactic. Here, the celery is the bluetooth headphones meme, the hummus is the political commentary. It’s very bland hummus because I’m too afraid of being too flavorful amidst all that has happened to people who have spoken up.