“Brittany Wenger isn’t your average high-school senior: She taught the computer how to diagnose leukemia.
The 18-year-old student from Sarasota, Fla. built a custom, cloud-based “artificial neural network” to find patterns in genetic expression profiles to diagnose patients with an aggressive form of cancer called mixed-lineage leukemia (MLL). Simply put, this means Wenger taught the computer how to diagnose leukemia by creating a diagnostic tool for doctors to use.”
Eff. Yes. This girl is such a bad-ass.
Early this morning Yahoo announced it would be acquiring Tumblr for $1.1 billion in cash – roughly a quarter of the purchase price Disney put up for Lucasfilm – and promised to “not screw it up.” Naturally, there were some long-time users who were skeptical of the deal and decided to express their feelings. On Tumblr.
Yahoo CEO Marissa Mayer, in an apropos move, announced the deal on her own Tumblr with a post titled “Tumblr. + Yahoo! = !!” and a GIF of the “keep calm and carry on” meme, which naturally was the Tumblr community’s cue to panic and freak out. No sooner had the deal been announced than users from the site’s 100-plus-million blogs began to chime in with their thoughts.
“Do not distroy the fandoms. Please,” implored one user. “So Yahoo bought Tumblr, which means it’s time to pack my bags and move on,” laments another. “It’s been real good knowing you, Tumblr.” Others, naturally, posted their own response GIFs, like the Simpsons logo mashup above which was posted with the caption “Enough said.” And in the grand re-blogging tradition, a separate Tumblr has been established called Meltdowns About Yahoo Buying Tumblr to catalog the reaction posts. (Meta enough for you yet?)
So my parents just found out about my fourteen year old brother smoking weed because they found this on his window ledge. So in the middle of a huge lecture my dad decides to open the Baggie and smell it to see how strong it is. He immediately starts crying with laughter. THIS NIGGA HAS BEEN BUYING AND SMOKING FUCKING OREGANO. FUCKIN ITALIAN HERBS. SON. I CAN’T. I CANNOT. I CAN’T DO THIS.
To hold our tongues when everyone is gossiping, to smile without hostility at people and institutions, to compensate for the shortage of love in the world with more love in small, private matters; to be more faithful in our work, to show greater patience, to forgo the cheap revenge obtainable from mockery and criticism: all these are things we can do.