Scribd and jukepopserials

Maria (mariathermann.wordpress.com/) suggested me jukepopserials and scribd- and after my initial trying five sites, i loved these two very much. Thanks a lot Maria, these helps mean a lot to me, God bless your huge heart and your amazing talent!

Scribd-

It gives you the promise of quite a good readership, it clearly shows you what you have shared, and how many persons have accessed that plus it allows you to sell your work, collects its commission from your sales.

I really love websites where i dont have to fumble around like walking in a maze.

the site address is scribd.com
my profile there is scribd.com/ sharmishthabasu

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Next one is jukepopserials, I loved it too… if you go there and check out the way it helps its writers you will know why Maria praises it and I too have started to like it.

my user profile there is sharmishthabasu again, I try to keep this id wherever I can… the same spelling helps :)

the site id is – jukepopserials.com/

If you want to make some money and have confident on your works try it out.

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FB page n profile

family traits

goodbye ladies n child

“Be back for us…” she wiped her tears. She just will not stop… nothing can stop her when she is in one of those moods.

Last night a man came to their home, “A strange malady has struck the village of your parents… almost everyone is dead.”

The bearer of the bad news have told them, she has inquired about her elderly parents but the man knew nothing about them.

Her husband was away, on a trip, Anna said she will go there and bring her grandparents back with her if the man was true. She begged her again and again to wait till her father comes.

But the little girl was as adamant as her father.

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Thursday Thoughts 17.7.14

thursday thoughts

Plants can talk, say scientists

Plants feel pain, say scientists.

Every stroke of those pruning shears could have the average shrub writhing in agony.

Researchers in Bonn, Germany, found plants give off a gas when under ‘attack’.

Super-sensitive microphones picked up a ‘bubbling’ sound from a healthy plant. But this rose to a piercing screech when it was under threat. Even a tiny insect bite could have an effect.

‘The more a plant is subjected to stress, the louder the signal,’ said Dr Frank K¸hnemann.

Plants do not actually scream in pain. But different sounds are heard when the gas they emit, ethylene, is bombarded with lasers.

The research could help to work out which pieces of fruit and vegetables are likely to stay fresh longer, as a cucumber which is starting to go off produces a squealing sound. It could then be separated from the fresher ones.

Fruit exporters are already showing interest in the research. Wolfgang Praetorius, of Cologne- based Fruchthansa, said: ‘Individual pieces of fruit could be tested after being harvested. We’d know which ones to ship together.’
D r K ¸ h n e m a n n believes plants give off ethylene to warn others of an ‘attack’. He said: ‘Perhaps plants and trees are ‘talking to each other.’

Musegames on wednesdays 16.7.14

musegames 16.7.14

She looked at the flower and thanked the plant for staying alive. Three thousand bucks for a handful of a earthen pots, a rose plant, and a bag full of soil in which the weight of rocks and cement slabs was heavier than soil. In which even grass does not grows.

These people blame luck for their poverty. They should blame their brazen dishonesty, that can charge more than they owe and even after that shamelessly cheat in every manner they can.

How can this country ever grow truly? The necessary element for true growth is almost gone from it, honesty.

Only the hypocrites boast otherwise, and they are the main reason behind this darkness.

Musegames on wednesdays 3.4.14

the thursday post critiques-story of this week is-up-in-etherealpaints-wordpress-com

TTPC

I have posted the Thursday post critiques in etherealpaints.wordpress.com – a flash fiction is there- please tell me if it is acceptable as flash fiction or not! be honest :)

I am trying my hands on flash fiction, will love it if you love them too! if no then tell me, I will try to improve.

my recent posts and wordpress blogs

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I often have one or more sticky posts that stay frigid while i keep adding fresh posts, sometimes my friends too get confused when they are looking for the new posts, well they are lined up in the right side column.

FOR REASONS KNOWN ONLY TO ITSELF THIS THEME SHRINKS JPG FILES/PHOTOS REFRESHING THE PAGE WORKS FOR MY COMPUTER, I HOPE AND PRAY IT WILL WORK IN YOUR COMPUTER TOO!

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the list of my blogs in wordpress:

1. Sharmishtha Basu’s Poetries: http://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com : Mainly Poetries.
2. Thoughts: http://magicthought.wordpress.com : Stories mainly.
3. My cyber novels: http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com : novel, long stories, musings, cartoons etc
4. Window to my soul : http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com : mainly form poetry
5. Sharmishtha Basu : http://sharmishthabasu.wordpress.com : My haiku, piku, lanturne, tanka blog.
6. Ethereal heights: http://etherealheights.wordpress.com- Celebrating peace and beauty.
7. Earth in black and white: http://earthinbw.wordpress.com – The real world.
8. Colours and words waltz: http://coloursandwordswaltz.wordpress.com – poetry and paintings.
9. Daintypetals: http://daintypetals.wordpress.com – portfolio blog- no rigid contents.
10.And I dreamed….: http://andidreamed.wordpress.com – portfolio blog – again, no rigid contents.
11. Wing of dreams …: http://wingofdreams.wordpress.com – story blog dedicated to small stories.
12. ethereal paints…: http://etheralpaints.wordpress.com – stories mainly, smaller ones are tried.

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4 and 9 are partially private, shared with those who are interested to read my blabberings, if you want to read do leave a message here, dont click the button supplied by wordpress, the results dont reach me… I will send you the invitation in the email id attached to your comment.

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JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER WRITER UNDER THE STARS I TOO DREAM OF MY WORKS GETTING PUBLISHED. SO IN CASE YOU THINK MY WORKS ARE WORTHY ENOUGH PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CONTACT ME AND MAKE ME ONE HAPPY PERSON.

My hotmail ids are acting haywire so DONT WRITE ME ANY MAILS IN sharmishthabasu@live.in :)

one thing wont surprise me, that will be if some is using that email address, because even though i quite correctly filled up the form supplied by hotmail it bluntly said that the informations are not accurate, so, chances are high that someone hacked in and changed the information. I have finally called it quits and have CLOSED TWO OF MY HOTMAIL ACCOUNTS, ONE IS THIS ONE.

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MY ONLY FB ACCOUNT FOR FRIENDS

and in case you dont already know, i have joined facebook this february and my address there is facebook.com/sharmishtha.basu.50 – my doors are always open for friends. if you feel something is missing there, that is your invitation has been mishandled or something weirder do let me know!!! here. you can try my new email id in yahoo too- sermistabasu@yahoo.co.in

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DPS 23.3.13

THANK YOU FROM THE DEEPEST DEPTH OF MY HEART TO ALL OF THOSE WHO THINK ME WORTHY OF THESE BEAUTIFUL THINGS. I HOPE YOU WILL FORGIVE MY SHYNESS TO SHOW THESE OFF!

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sharmishtha basu
1.3.14

Some other stories & posts in other blogs

spr 2.2.13

Dear Son,

So many times you asked me about the places I go to visit when I am away on my trips. But I never answered you. Well, if you want to know… I can show you the way.

But beware, if you dont practice caution you may never come back to your home.

I have left you a diary and a key. They will reach you any day now…

I have left the instruction to post them to you in case I am not reporting to them for more than six months, so, I must be either dead or lost. If I am dead I hope I dont have any consciousness, or else I will be missing this world so much, if I am lost, come find me.

with all my blessings.
dad.

He folded the letter back to the envelope. Its been more than six months, his father has packed and left. He was a journalist with a science channel, often he went out on his own to investigate or with his team to work. So, not seeing him for months at a stretch was not a surprise for Jay, but this letter, that reached him yesterday made him call everyone his father knew and they all drew blank, no one had any clue where he was.

A small box arrived that very afternoon. The box was antique, it seemed it was carved from some unknown stone. He has never seen anything like that in his whole life, It looked like a crystal, the only thing was he has never seen a crystal that huge, that could carve a 6 inch x 6 inch box, about another six inch high in it. A beautiful oval shaped box.

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He opened the box with eager hands.

There was a key inside it. A key made of the same crystal, apart from that there was another note.

Dear son,

think deeply, if you decide to move forth, join a journey of adventure use this key to open the locker in my reading desk.

the drawer you always wanted to see inside but never could. There is a diary. First read it, then use the set of keys there.

May your heart be your guide.
affectionately yours,
your father.

He quickly went upstairs and opened the drawer. His father was right, he has tried to open it so many times when he was a kid. Waiting for a single chance when his father might leave the key by mistake. But he never did.

There was a diary inside it, as promised and a set of keys made out of crystal, but every key had each own colour, he counted, there were twenty keys in total.

He locked the keys back in the drawer and took the diary to his bed.

The first page said-

We are the descendants of one of the greatest sorcerers that world has ever known. It is believed that our ancestor thousands of years ago created a world of magic beautiful and evil both. That was so powerful that it took generations to capture them and close them behind doors that kept them inside by spells.

The following generations used those realms as training arenas.

Then came our times, we the ones without any magical power, with only one hunger- hunger for wealth and adventure. So many has lost their lives behind those doors. Yet I will go… and every time I can return I will share the stories ….

In the end his father’s name was signed.

He turned the next page.

The red door –

I turned the key into the hole and the door opened. There was a small ante room before another door. In that room there was a cloak and a ring, and a letter.

My son, if you are following my footsteps, do not forget to keep the ring, cloak and the letter back there for your son.

So, I picked up the letter and started reading it. It was not actually one letter, I could see a huge stack lying beside, seems every man has left one after coming out of the room, for his son. Dont worry, the paper stack and inkpot keeps replentishing itself. Feel free to use.

Now, my son, the cloak will make you air, for it is a scary world inside for sure, it is the easiest one too. I wont spoil the surprises, just remember two things- the cloak will turn you into air, and if you are hungry or thirsty then you will have to open it to eat or drink, that is to use your body you will have to open it, but beware, it is a land filled with dangers. If you feel trapped, scared or tired rub the ring in your palm twice, you will come back to this room.

I passed six months in this realm. With priceless memories.

With much love,
your loving father.

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He placed the diary down on his bedside table.

What was behind those doors…. he wondered. What lured men so much, that they ignored the fear of death. But above all, where was the gate to the place that lead to those worlds? He laid there watching the ceiling, trying to sleep but could not.

He threw away the covers and turned on the light. He picked up the diary and as if in answer to his questions a letter fell.

A sealed letter in his name.

He opened it and started reading instantly.

Dear son,

Open the same drawer from which you found the diary, you will have to locate the lever that will open the panel at the back, there is another key and the direction to the gateway.

Wish you the very best. But my son, dont forget to read my diary entries and letters about the rooms before you enter them.

Wish you a long and happy life.

With love and blessings,
your father.

He scrambled downstairs and opened the drawer, after minute search he located the lever, the compartment opened, it had a sealed envelope inside it.

He opened the envelop, there was a map with clear directions and two sets keys, one was normal- appeared like house keys, the other was very extraordinary- very beautiful, it was folding, when he completely opened it it measured somewhere around 1 feet by six inches, it was made of metal, with a fire coloured phoenyx as its main body, the bird was an exquisite work of art.

he folded it back and concentrated on the map.

He packed up for the trip next day, because it will take him to a small island in Andaman, owned by his family for generations- a fact he came to know just now. His father never even mentioned it. But he could see why he taught him all sorts of sports and driving every possible vehicle, starting from small ships to helicopters and small plane. He knew scuba diving and mountaineering. He was not even in his thirties…

He boarded a plane to the airport named in the directions, from there he was supposed to take HIS boat, that was in HIS house there. He thought he knew his father … he never thought he had so many secrets!

He reached his house in port blair, it was a lovely little beach house. His boat, a small and very sturdy schooner was lying in the harbour, meticulously maintained by the man who took care of the house and their small property there.

There was another thing in that sealed envelope, a bracelet, with his name carved on it, he was supposed to wear it on his arm, from the day he arrived at Port Blair, and after that for the rest of his life.

The name of the man who took care of their property was Marx, he was somewhere in his sixties but was very well built and extraordinarily handsome. If Bodhisatva was of jealous type he might have gotten jealous of his looks at that age, he was more attractive than Bodhi.

“So you are heading for the island?” Marx asked.

“Yes.” Bodhi answered, “Have you ever been there?”

“None but the descendants of your family can place their foot on that island. Better beware of that fact young master.” Marx chuckled.

“Where are you from…? around here?” Bodhi asked.

He nodded in disagreement. He seemed an amicable but silent man, and Bodhi never bothered people who preferred silence so they had their dinner early and both retired to their chambers. He could see from the arrangements that his father treated Marx as equal so he treated him like his father’s brother.

He passed a restless night.

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the rest is in earthinbw.wordpress.com

IF IT INTRIGUES YOU, THEN YOU CAN CHECK OUT THESE PAGES TOO :)

earthinbw.wordpress.com/a-little-bunch-of-stories/
magicthought.wordpress.com/long-stories-collection/
magicthought.wordpress.com/special-short-stories-collection/
etherealpaints.wordpress.com/some-long-stories/

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Have a wonderful weekend and time ahead my dear friends, wish you a fabulous time ahead.

lots of love.

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As you all know I have made daintypetalsofwords.wordpress.com and window2mysoul.wordpress.com private, if you want to read these blogs let me know, i will send the invitation to the email id that i get when you post a comment, do let me know if you get it, if not i will send again and again till you do.

Clicking the option that wordpress provides you wont work, for some reason those requests are not forwarded to me, leave a comment here mentioning the blog/s you want to read and I will invite you, let me know if you face some complication!

Dont be scared, there wont be many posts there, just one or two each week, and they will be quite seriously written, may be quite blunt and harsh…fair warning!

The others are in their usual places,
sharmishthabasu.wordpress.com; coloursandwordswaltz.wordpress.com; etherealheights.wordpress.com; etherealpaints.wordpress.com; earthinbw.wordpress.com; magicthought.wordpress.com; mycybernovels.wordpress.com; andidreamed.wordpress.com; wingofdreams.wordpress.com

andidreamed.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-stories-10-7-14/
mycybernovels.wordpress.com/2014/07/09/musegames-on-wednesdays-9-7-14/
mycybernovels.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-scribbling-10-7-14/
magicthought.wordpress.com/2014/07/09/musegames-on-wednesdays-9-7-14/
magicthought.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-thoughts-10-7-14/
mydomainpvt.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-pages-10-7-14/
earthinbw.wordpress.com/2014/07/11/friday-fury-11-7-14/
earthinbw.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-blog-10-7-14/
etherealpaints.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/the-thursday-post-critiques-10-7-14/
etherealheights.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-seven-10-7-14/
coloursandwordswaltz.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-pedagogy-10-7-14/
sharmishthabasu.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-paints-10-7-14/
wingofdreams.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-fun-n-frolics-10-7-14/

AND THE PRIVATE BLOGS

daintypetals.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-Bouquet-10-7-14/
window2mysoul.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-introspections-10-7-14/

my fb account is sharmishtha.basu.50, if you want to join me there, do leave me a message, to tell me, and if you find any discrepancy, or something confuses you about the account, like an old friend of mine got confused and ended up in the account of another sharmishtha basu, a married woman with a kid, and only after he congratulated me on my kid did he realized that he was standing in front of a stranger’s house, that woman uses my spelling and our profiles are slightly different, now that is a little too annoying co-incidence! any way… just double check if you get confused. I use my signature photograph in my profile and the header of mydomainpvt as background pic in fb.

MY ONLY FB ACCOUNT FOR FRIENDS

THESE TWO IMAGES TO BE PRECISE:

sign 16.2.14 SM

visions 1.4.13 CAWW

watch out on wet roads

hitchhiker 15.8.12

“This street is haunted by the ghost of a hitchhiker who was killed in an accident.” Malay said in a theatrical tone, “They say he asks for a lift and then after a while the driver sees that there is nobody in the car but him…poof… he just vanishes in the blink of an eye.”

“Watch out!” Sunita shouted.

He almost struck him…

He looked in the rearview mirror, there was no one in the road… a chill went down his spine.

“When you are driving in rain, you should be watching the street, not chatting with your friends, you almost struck me…” A voice right beside him said.

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Have a wonderful weekend and time ahead my dear friends, wish you a fabulous time ahead.

lots of love.

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As you all know I have made daintypetalsofwords.wordpress.com and window2mysoul.wordpress.com private, if you want to read these blogs let me know, i will send the invitation to the email id that i get when you post a comment, do let me know if you get it, if not i will send again and again till you do.

Clicking the option that wordpress provides you wont work, for some reason those requests are not forwarded to me, leave a comment here mentioning the blog/s you want to read and I will invite you, let me know if you face some complication!

Dont be scared, there wont be many posts there, just one or two each week, and they will be quite seriously written, may be quite blunt and harsh…fair warning!

The others are in their usual places,
sharmishthabasu.wordpress.com; coloursandwordswaltz.wordpress.com; etherealheights.wordpress.com; etherealpaints.wordpress.com; earthinbw.wordpress.com; magicthought.wordpress.com; mycybernovels.wordpress.com; andidreamed.wordpress.com; wingofdreams.wordpress.com

andidreamed.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-stories-10-7-14/
mycybernovels.wordpress.com/2014/07/09/musegames-on-wednesdays-9-7-14/
mycybernovels.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-scribbling-10-7-14/
magicthought.wordpress.com/2014/07/09/musegames-on-wednesdays-9-7-14/
magicthought.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-thoughts-10-7-14/
mydomainpvt.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-pages-10-7-14/
earthinbw.wordpress.com/2014/07/11/friday-fury-11-7-14/
earthinbw.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-blog-10-7-14/
etherealpaints.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/the-thursday-post-critiques-10-7-14/
etherealheights.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-seven-10-7-14/
coloursandwordswaltz.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-pedagogy-10-7-14/
sharmishthabasu.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-paints-10-7-14/
wingofdreams.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-fun-n-frolics-10-7-14/

AND THE PRIVATE BLOGS

daintypetals.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-Bouquet-10-7-14/
window2mysoul.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-introspections-10-7-14/

my fb account is sharmishtha.basu.50, if you want to join me there, do leave me a message, to tell me, and if you find any discrepancy, or something confuses you about the account, like an old friend of mine got confused and ended up in the account of another sharmishtha basu, a married woman with a kid, and only after he congratulated me on my kid did he realized that he was standing in front of a stranger’s house, that woman uses my spelling and our profiles are slightly different, now that is a little too annoying co-incidence! any way… just double check if you get confused. I use my signature photograph in my profile and the header of mydomainpvt as background pic in fb.

MY ONLY FB ACCOUNT FOR FRIENDS

THESE TWO IMAGES TO BE PRECISE:

sign 16.2.14 SM

visions 1.4.13 CAWW

Scribd account and a little help

I have opened an account in scribd, a friend suggested and after a cursory appraisal it appeared nice. Promised a solid number of readers, who may try your works if you have that magic in them. After all, i believe if you dont have that zing, no matter how hard you try to push sale your work wont stand for long.

Facts are,

I opened a free account (Dont have money to offer).
I loaded 11 posts (some containing multiple stories or poems)
some for free and some for their minimum charge- 0.99 USD
i categorized them under creative writing
I added a few common tags- sharmishtha basu, poems, stories, mini stories etc..

The questions are,

Am I walking in the right track? I wont mind earning from my writings as long as they have my name when they are published.

I will certainly love to be noticed by some literary agent or publisher.

How will I know if someone has bought my work and what will that buying mean?

How can I interact with other writers there? I tried to find them but could not.

my profile there is-

scribd.com/sharmishthabasu

Any help will be a great help.
thanks and love.

From the quill of Femme Sole

abuse of timeline

When I read about these incidents, or the incidents where young boys and girls have been bullied online, resulting in tragic incidents I thank God that when I was in that gentle phase of life our bullying meant directly, face to face or may be a note slipped in your bag, under your door, one that you could easily thrown into oven without reading, bothering to open.

My heart goes out to these people, even if it is something that they have actually done- like a roll on the hay with someone – that in my dictionary is not a sin, every normal human being does it, no one has the right to flash it all over the media.

These things can be avoided to a limit- the two things you can do is approve the things that will show up in your timeline, groups that you run or pages that you have- that is, the billboard of your life visible to everyone you count as your friend, relative. If you think you can approve comments too, I have seen a lot of my wp friends doing that.

Not everyone is worthy of being given a full liberty to do whatever they want in your personal life, and often a friend turned enemy is ugliest of them all.

What is the harm if you approve things before they show up in your timeline? It may save you from utter humilliation!

Just think seriously!

Thursday Thoughts 10.7.14

thursday thoughts

Can plants be intelligent? Some plant scientists insist they are — since they can sense, learn, remember and even react in ways that would be familiar to humans.

Michael Pollan, author of such books as “The Omnivore’s Dilemma” and “The Botany of Desire,” wrote the New Yorker piece about the developments in plant science. He says for the longest time, even mentioning the idea that plants could be intelligent was a quick way to being labeled “a whacko.” But no more, which might be comforting to people who have long talked to their plants or played music for them.

The new research, he says, is in a field called plant neurobiology — which is something of a misnomer, because even scientists in the field don’t argue that plants have neurons or brains.

“They have analagous structures,” Pollan explains. “They have ways of taking all the sensory data they gather in their everyday lives … integrate it and then behave in an appropriate way in response. And they do this without brains, which, in a way, is what’s incredible about it, because we automatically assume you need a brain to process information.”

And we assume you need ears to hear. But researchers, says Pollan, have played a recording of a caterpillar munching on a leaf to plants — and the plants react. They begin to secrete defensive chemicals — even though the plant isn’t really threatened, Pollan says. “It is somehow hearing what is, to it, a terrifying sound of a caterpillar munching on its leaves.”

Pollan says plants have all the same senses as humans, and then some. In addition to hearing, taste, for example, they can sense gravity, the presence of water, or even feel that an obstruction is in the way of its roots, before coming into contact with it. Plant roots will shift direction, he says, to avoid obstacles.

So what about pain? Do plants feel? Pollan says they do respond to anesthetics. “You can put a plant out with a human anesthetic. … And not only that, plants produce their own compounds that are anesthetic to us.” But scientists are reluctant to go as far as to say they are responding to pain.

How plants sense and react is still somewhat unknown. They don’t have nerve cells like humans, but they do have a system for sending electrical signals and even produce neurotransmitters, like dopamine, serotonin and other chemicals the human brain uses to send signals.

“We don’t know why they have them, whether this was just conserved through evolution or if it performs some sort of information processing function. We don’t know. There’s a lot we don’t know,” Pollan says.

And chalk up another human-like ability — memory.

Pollan describes an experiment done by animal biologist Monica Gagliano. She presented research that suggests the mimosa pudica plant can learn from experience. And, Pollan says, merely suggesting a plant could learn was so controversial that her paper was rejected by 10 scientific journals before it was finally published.

Mimosa is a plant, which looks something like a fern, that collapses its leaves temporarily when it is disturbed. So Gagliano set up a contraption that would drop the mimosa plant, without hurting it. When the plant dropped, as expected, its leaves collapsed. She kept dropping the plants every five to six seconds.

“After five or six drops, the plants would stop responding, as if they’d learned to tune out the stimulus as irrelevent,” Pollan says. “This is a very important part of learning — to learn what you can safely ignore in your environment.”

Maybe the plant was just getting worn out from all the dropping? To test that, Gagliano took the plants that had stopped responding to the drops and shook them instead.

“They would continue to collapse,” Pollan says. “They had made the distinction that [dropping] was a signal they could safely ignore. And what was more incredible is that [Gagliano] would retest them every week for four weeks and, for a month, they continued to remember their lesson.”

That’s as far out as Gagliano tested. It’s possible they remember even longer. Conversely, Pollan points out, bees that are given a similar dishabituation test forget what they’ve learned in as little as 48 hours.

Pollan says not everyone accepts that what Gagliano describes is really learning. In fact, there are many critics with many alternative theories for explaining the response the plants are having. Still …

“Plants can do incredible things. They do seem to remember stresses and events, like that experiment. They do have the ability to respond to 15 to 20 environmental variables,” Pollan says. “The issue is, is it right to call it learning? Is that the right word? Is it right to call it intelligence? Is it right, even, to call what they are conscious. Some of these plant neurobiologists believe that plants are conscious — not self-conscious, but conscious in the sense they know where they are in space … and react appropriately to their position in space.”
Pollan says there is no agreed definition of intelligence. “Go to Wikipedia and look up intelligence. They despair of giving you an answer. They basically have a chart where they give you nine different definitions. And about half of them depend on a brain — they refer to abstract reasoning or judgment.

“And the other half merely refer to a problem-solving ability. And that’s the kind of intelligence we are talking about here. … So intelligence may well be a property of life. And our difference from these other creatures may be a matter of difference of degree rather than kind. We may just have more of this problem-solving ability and we may do it in different ways.”

Pollan says that really freaks people out — “that the line between plants and animals might be a little softer than we traditionally think of it as.”

And he suggests that plants may be able to teach humans a thing or two, such as how to process information without a central command post like a brain.

Musegames on Wednesdays 9.7.14

musegames 9.7.14

“Brazen greed of those two legged things that were born last in this planet is ruining our homes.” The mother orca told her youngest kid, she was the matriarch of the pod.

“Their greed knows no reign they have defiled the earth, now it is ocean they are ruining.”

“Don’t worry, we have sent petition, their creators are coming for them. Soon they will be chastised.”

“They think that they have killed their God, their creator or they are just imagination… wait till they show up!”

Musegames on wednesdays 3.4.14