Wow. What a cracking interview with melanoma researcher Georgina Long on 730. This was more than about just (incredible) cancer research. When you take words away from Sarah Ferguson, that is quite something.
20 odd years ago my ex travelled to Fiji with a suitcase full of footy boots donated by local soccer teams to give to the kids. Tonight Fiji gave the Aussies a run for their money. Maybe one of the guys wore our boots.
And so it ends @MotoGP Phillip Island. I will never question the cancellation of a race for rider/driver safety. So now we head off to Adelaide and the decimation of a local forest for (checks notes) rider safety.
Oh dear. Not all the @supercars drivers sang the national anthem. Looks like @BulldogRitchie has a column tomorrow.
Hey, @Bankwest Instead of offering one special rate to a bloke with hats and dogs and spending your money on ads trumpeting it, why not just spend the dollars on giving me, a long time customer, a better rate. Just a thought.
As a goalie, this is the truth. I have never seen it si well expressed.
A puck shot from close range gets to an NHL goalie faster than the human brain can react to it. That means the best saves you've ever seen on a highlight reel happened before the goalie consciously knew there was a shot.
Flames goalie Devin Cooley just stopped 34 of 36 shots against the reigning Stanley Cup champs. When Sportsnet asked how he felt out there, he said "I felt nothing."
He meant it literally. His conscious brain, he said, is "really bad at playing goalie," and when he's having too much fun he slips into thinking mode and gets slower.
The math backs him up. A shot from 20 feet hits the net in about 150 milliseconds, and the average person needs around 200 just to react to something they see. If Cooley waited to see the puck and then decided where to go, it'd already be in the net. So he has to start moving off the shooter's stick and hips before the puck even leaves, and that read happens in a part of his brain he can't talk to. Ask him how he made a save and he'll tell you he has no idea.
Scientists have been poking at that split for decades. In the early '90s, two researchers named Melvyn Goodale and David Milner worked with a woman called DF, who'd lost the ability to make sense of shapes after carbon monoxide poisoning. They'd show her a slot and ask her to tilt a card to match its angle, and she was pretty much guessing. Then they'd tell her to just mail the card through the slot, and she'd turn her wrist and slide it right in.
Her hand knew something she couldn't tell you.
Cases like hers led Goodale and Milner to argue your brain runs one visual system for seeing the world and a separate one for acting in it, and the acting one doesn't wait around for the seeing one to finish. A goalie lives in the acting one.
You've felt what happens when you drag the thinking part back in. Start paying attention to each step on the stairs and you'll trip. Cognitive scientist Sian Beilock calls it paralysis by analysis. Her team had college soccer players dribble while noticing which side of their foot touched the ball, and they got slower and sloppier. Less skilled players didn't fall off the same way, since they were still dribbling consciously to begin with. Only the guys who'd trained the skill deep enough had something to lose.
Cooley got his the long way. He went undrafted out of the University of Denver and bounced around the minors, including two stints in the ECHL, before landing a full-time NHL job at 28. Ever since his debut in San Jose he's leaned on a mantra, "Nothing matters. Nobody cares," which is about the most efficient way I can think of to keep the thinking part of your brain off the ice.
Ten years of reps gave him a brain that can stop a puck before he knows it's coming, and now most of his job is just not getting in its way.
If ever you needed an example of how algorithms are out of control (our control) in Australia, today is that day. My thoughts are with someone who was simply serving her electorate.
Had a pie in the park this morning. This bloke dropped in for a chat.
Be nice to magpies and they will be nice to you.
Dog's Nose. retweeted
Nation Sighs As NewsCorp Kicks Off This Anthem Shit Again ift.tt/n15EMDo
As an old journo I miss the days when every headline didn't start with How, Who, or What, and some bait to click. The days when Who, What, When, Where, Why, and How was addressed in the first two paragraphs that you could actually see.
Quite the thing that Americans are more upset about some girls not singing the national anthem than a bunch of children being slaughtered in their schoolroom by someone with rifle bought at Walmart
Here's a thought. Instead of having horses running in circles with miniature men strapped to their backs whipping them, let's put them in a giant paddock. You can bet on whether they gallop, lie down or eat grass. The miniature men can serve drinks.
Looks like every AFL player is buying a skullshaver and manscaper during the off season.
Wouldn’t it be cheaper to have all the #afl players in jails with good training ovals and gyms, and just let them out on game day🤷♂️. (JK BTW)
The Trump administration press secretary role is like the large hadron collider. Finding smaller and smaller particles.
I'm just glad that guy still has a fresh lettuce for his salad.
#Zacharia
Watching Threads.
1984. Iran at the centre. Russia and America adversaries.
Not far off today. But now America is Russia's allie.
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Dear @NewcastleJetsFC Are your books in order? If yes, you have legal avenues to take on the mastheads. If no, pull your head in, cop factual reporting and get your house in order. You don't ban journos!
And stop shitting on our game.
@newcastleherald
Hi Jets. Sydney FC fan here. Former journalist (work attached for authentication but just an example. Former national journo. Comms consultant) Why are you banning journos? This doesn't end well for you. If you need a comms guy, call me.
@NewcastleJetsFC
Last night for the dogs at Wenty. Looking back at a feature I did for Total Sports in 1999 on a night on the punt. Dogs, trots, ponies ... The dishlickers were the highlight. Including a memorable quote from former Mirror journo Noel Christensen. @Gatty54








