5 Exonerated in Central Park Jogger Case Will Settle Suit for $40 Million JUNE 19, 2014

The five men whose convictions in the brutal 1989 beating and rape of a female jogger in Central Park were later overturned have agreed to a settlement of about $40 million from New York City to resolve a bitterly fought civil rights lawsuit over their arrests and imprisonment for a sensational crime they did not commit. [via]

started my research on the Central Park Jogger case at John Jay in NYC. I spent years studying false confessions, psychological coercion, reading transcripts of the custodial interrogations of these kids, watching video of the confessions elicited, hoping there would be a settlement but more importantly, admission of wrong doing on behalf of the prosecutors’ office. We won’t get the latter, but they will get the former (after a pass by the judge, comptroller and de Blasio). This case; Antron McCray, Raymond Santana Jr., Kevin Richardson, Yusef Salaam and Kharey Wise are solely responsible for inspiring me to do my work, and I’m glad it’s almost closed. Twenty-five years is too long.



Jesse Lee Herald of Edinburg, Virginia, received an unusual sentence for child endangerment, hit-and-run driving, and driving on a suspended license: 20 months in prison, five years of probation, and a vasectomy. As part of his plea deal, Herald had to agree to get snipped when he got out of jail. He’s not allowed to undergo a reversal until his probation is up. 



Herald has a fairly long rap sheet already, including a previous hit-and-run conviction, but it wasn’t just his life of petty crime that inspired the mandatory vasectomy, according to what assistant prosecutor Ilona L. White told NV Daily
White said her motivation in offering the vasectomy option to Herald stemmed from concerns raised at sentencing hearings in earlier cases about how many children have been traced to him from different women.
"It was primarily due to the fact he had seven or eight children, all by different women, and we felt it might be in the commonwealth’s interest for that to be part of the plea agreement," White said of the vasectomy provision.  [via]

So, it’s an option when the judge offers it in a plea, but if said plea is accepted, it’s mandatory temporary eugenics. 

Jesse Lee Herald of Edinburg, Virginia, received an unusual sentence for child endangerment, hit-and-run driving, and driving on a suspended license: 20 months in prison, five years of probation, and a vasectomy. As part of his plea deal, Herald had to agree to get snipped when he got out of jail. He’s not allowed to undergo a reversal until his probation is up. 

Herald has a fairly long rap sheet already, including a previous hit-and-run conviction, but it wasn’t just his life of petty crime that inspired the mandatory vasectomy, according to what assistant prosecutor Ilona L. White told NV Daily

White said her motivation in offering the vasectomy option to Herald stemmed from concerns raised at sentencing hearings in earlier cases about how many children have been traced to him from different women.

"It was primarily due to the fact he had seven or eight children, all by different women, and we felt it might be in the commonwealth’s interest for that to be part of the plea agreement," White said of the vasectomy provision.  [via]
So, it’s an option when the judge offers it in a plea, but if said plea is accepted, it’s mandatory temporary eugenics. 
Jacques from Lazarus 3D pops in the lab sometimes with cool 3D printed brains, skulls and spines…and anything else you need whipped up. 

Jacques from Lazarus 3D pops in the lab sometimes with cool 3D printed brains, skulls and spines…and anything else you need whipped up. 

rrrick:

Speculum humanae salvationis

More pithily, friends said that Gage “was no longer Gage.” via

rrrick:

Speculum humanae salvationis

More pithily, friends said that Gage “was no longer Gage.” via

But the information concerning what he was doing was not broadly available to his mind. That’s important, because he wasn’t able to control his behaviour in the light of all his beliefs. He responded automatically, without being able to ask himself whether he valued what he was doing.

A whole range of information which would normally have stopped him (screams, the sight of blood, his mother-in-law’s terrified face) couldn’t interact with the mechanisms causing his actions.

The Canadian court found Parks not guilty on the charge of murder (an acquittal later upheld by the Supreme Court). I think they were right to do so.

Neuroscience provides evidence that in the absence of consciousness, we can’t control our behaviour in the light of our values. And that’s a good reason to excuse us.

What does it mean when you unconsciously kill someone? 

Neuroethicist & co-guest @ the Neuroethics & Law Blog, Neil Levy writes about it.


The missing crowds make you lonely. You begin to complain about all the people you could be meeting. But no one listens or sympathizes with you, because this is precisely what you chose when you were alive. ― David Eagleman, Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives

The missing crowds make you lonely. You begin to complain about all the people you could be meeting. But no one listens or sympathizes with you, because this is precisely what you chose when you were alive. 
― David EaglemanSum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives

All the “love hormone" talk about oxytocin being an empathy builder or morality enhancer…deserves mention of the flip side:

So could oxytocin be a morality pill? Not so fast. Oxytocin’s catchy nicknames belie some of its more sinister effects on behaviour. 
For example, oxytocin increases envy and schadenfreude, makes people more likely to favour members of their own group over those in other groups, and can increase people’s dishonesty when lying benefits their team. Herein lies the second major obstacle for morality pills: most brain chemicals influence a diverse range of behaviours. 
Drugs that target these chemicals will therefore have a variety of effects, some good, some bad (and of course what counts as good or bad depends on whom you ask …).
[via, img/old news]

All the “love hormone" talk about oxytocin being an empathy builder or morality enhancer…deserves mention of the flip side:

So could oxytocin be a morality pill? Not so fast. Oxytocin’s catchy nicknames belie some of its more sinister effects on behaviour.

For example, oxytocin increases envy and schadenfreude, makes people more likely to favour members of their own group over those in other groups, and can increase people’s dishonesty when lying benefits their team. Herein lies the second major obstacle for morality pills: most brain chemicals influence a diverse range of behaviours.

Drugs that target these chemicals will therefore have a variety of effects, some good, some bad (and of course what counts as good or bad depends on whom you ask …).

[via, img/old news]

Dear 4th grade Star Wars metal lunch box:

I’m working on a project with Lucas Film artists and hearing cool stories of what went on at the Skywalker Ranch. Special s/o to you, mix matched, chunky thermos. You made me a lil awesome. xx

Lunch w/ the best lab ever…then chats at the table with BBC film producers, then a newspaper editor and a mayor’s wife visited. I need 5 more hours in the day. & no this view doesn’t get old. 

Lunch w/ the best lab ever…then chats at the table with BBC film producers, then a newspaper editor and a mayor’s wife visited. I need 5 more hours in the day. & no this view doesn’t get old. 

laughingsquid:

Kitten Tries To Catch the Bass Coming Out of a Subwoofer

I always figured cats for Chromesthesiacs.

psydoctor8:

How long I can put off starting a proposal, due tomorrow, that an Ex-Prime Minister of Canada is going to review? 

Non-surprising update: I put it off till the very last minute. I heard the other day how the review went. Me, desperate for approval voice: “So?? how’d it go?! Did he like it???!!!” Him, as if I asked about clouds: “Yes. He liked it.”
littleorphanammo's right. Why am I keeping these weird little nuggets a secret? This research died in the water anyway (shout-out to ex-lab who doesn't love clever experiments that involve a few sadists' brains, but would end up shedding light on neural networks in autism). SO I’LL SHARE.
Case history1. Plastic Dreams (his name, not mine) is a guy that found the internet late in his life, but just in time for a hotmail account and what he’s been after. His targeted audience has become bored, lonely and amateur-porn-numbed just enough to buy in.
He’s had at least 15-20 years to practice and perfect his plastic bagging technique. You could call him an expert, but he prefers artists. Don’t they all. He’s thoughtful enough to offer a variety of options: 1) unused, glossy black trash bags 2) clear, thin dry cleaning bags (which should not be mistaken for beginner use since those things can tie into a serious knot) and his favorite, 3) bodega store bags.
I speculate several reasons why the 3rd is his preference: ease of acquisition geographically, availability time-wise and economics. Fetishes are fucking expensive, but they don’t have to be. If you’re reading this, Plastic Dreams, you can use that. Price-wise, the mark up can be around 300% for plastic gear, and leather can be a whole other income bracket. But this 3rd option works out great because of the commonality of these bags and the spark it generates for Plastic Dreams. When do you not see one? In the stores, on the streets, dog-walkers, whatever, it’s that little moment, that glimpse of a secret that lives on his shelf that we don’t get to know about. That highly sexualized, tangible object hidden in plain sight, for him it’s everything. It’s literally a dream.
Anyway, in his posts, he includes a picture … is he what you’d expect? Damn right he is. He’s the real deal Holyfield of old school fet times, where if you’re into the aesthetics, you’re missing most of the point. It’s about the understanding, the anticipation, the self, passion, the psychological bond, living … not his whispy-thin ponytail or ‘listen-here-sweetheart-I’ve-seen-it-all’ goatee that’s had more Miller time this week than you’ve passed through your collective young and eager livers.
Plastic bagging provides him a much need balance, an exercise in control, suspense and power he’ll never have elsewhere in his life, while allowing him just enough risk he’s smart enough not to take for granted, and lastly, the added benefit of connecting with a stranger (they usually don’t come back) in what he considers, a meaningful way that gets him through the week.
Much like that one whale who’s song can’t be heard by any other whales for thousands & thousands of miles around, and is all alone … will anyone respond to his post? Tomorrow is Monday, for Plastic Dreams, that means another 11 hour day in a grease shop being ignored by mostly everyone, especially the ladies. True, he’s not attractive by any stretch of the popular imagination, or a gifted conservationist. Is he creepy? Hell yeah he is. But he has such unexpected depth and tenacity that the temporal shallow conditions that others base life mate decisions on, can’t derail him from perusing his fantasies. So, it’s plastic bags, so what. You keep truckin’ PD.  

littleorphanammo's right. Why am I keeping these weird little nuggets a secret? This research died in the water anyway (shout-out to ex-lab who doesn't love clever experiments that involve a few sadists' brains, but would end up shedding light on neural networks in autism). SO I’LL SHARE.

Case history1. Plastic Dreams (his name, not mine) is a guy that found the internet late in his life, but just in time for a hotmail account and what he’s been after. His targeted audience has become bored, lonely and amateur-porn-numbed just enough to buy in.

He’s had at least 15-20 years to practice and perfect his plastic bagging technique. You could call him an expert, but he prefers artists. Don’t they all. He’s thoughtful enough to offer a variety of options: 1) unused, glossy black trash bags 2) clear, thin dry cleaning bags (which should not be mistaken for beginner use since those things can tie into a serious knot) and his favorite, 3) bodega store bags.

I speculate several reasons why the 3rd is his preference: ease of acquisition geographically, availability time-wise and economics. Fetishes are fucking expensive, but they don’t have to be. If you’re reading this, Plastic Dreams, you can use that. Price-wise, the mark up can be around 300% for plastic gear, and leather can be a whole other income bracket. But this 3rd option works out great because of the commonality of these bags and the spark it generates for Plastic Dreams. When do you not see one? In the stores, on the streets, dog-walkers, whatever, it’s that little moment, that glimpse of a secret that lives on his shelf that we don’t get to know about. That highly sexualized, tangible object hidden in plain sight, for him it’s everything. It’s literally a dream.

Anyway, in his posts, he includes a picture … is he what you’d expect? Damn right he is. He’s the real deal Holyfield of old school fet times, where if you’re into the aesthetics, you’re missing most of the point. It’s about the understanding, the anticipation, the self, passion, the psychological bond, living … not his whispy-thin ponytail or ‘listen-here-sweetheart-I’ve-seen-it-all’ goatee that’s had more Miller time this week than you’ve passed through your collective young and eager livers.

Plastic bagging provides him a much need balance, an exercise in control, suspense and power he’ll never have elsewhere in his life, while allowing him just enough risk he’s smart enough not to take for granted, and lastly, the added benefit of connecting with a stranger (they usually don’t come back) in what he considers, a meaningful way that gets him through the week.

Much like that one whale who’s song can’t be heard by any other whales for thousands & thousands of miles around, and is all alone … will anyone respond to his post? Tomorrow is Monday, for Plastic Dreams, that means another 11 hour day in a grease shop being ignored by mostly everyone, especially the ladies. True, he’s not attractive by any stretch of the popular imagination, or a gifted conservationist. Is he creepy? Hell yeah he is. But he has such unexpected depth and tenacity that the temporal shallow conditions that others base life mate decisions on, can’t derail him from perusing his fantasies. So, it’s plastic bags, so what. You keep truckin’ PD.