quinta-feira, 23 de julho de 2015

Estranho fenômeno musical 'orgasmos de pele'

Fonte: bbc

Vocabulário:

  1. bolt of lightning
  2. as chills or tingles
  3. endanger our survival
  4. arousal in response
  5. an outpouring of those sensations
  6. it is bland
  7. the boundary between the familiar
  8. as a penchant for pattern recognition


Texto:

By David Robson

22 July 2015
Sometimes music strikes the body like a bolt of lightning (=relâmpago). “I was in a friend’s dorm room in my third year as an undergraduate,” Psyche Loui remembers. “Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No. 2 came up on the radio and I was instantly captivated.” A chill down the spine, fluttering in her stomach, a racing heart – the musical movements still send the same feelings surging through her body to this day. “There are these slight melodic and harmonic twists in the second half that always get me!” she says.


Loui is an accomplished pianist and violinist, but you don’t need to be an expert for a song or score to electrify the senses in this way; it can strike anyone, anytime – in a cathedral or a shopping mall, at a wedding or on the Tube. You may know these physical feelings as chills (=calafrios) or tingles (=arrepios) – but some people feel them so powerfully, they describe the sensations as “skin orgasms”. “The aesthetic experience can be so intense that you can’t do anything else,” says Loui.
We normally only respond like this to experiences that might ensure or endanger (=por em perigo) our survival – food, reproduction, or the terrifying plummet of a rollercoaster. How can music – hardly a life-or-death pursuit – move the mind and the body as powerfully as sex? Years after her first dalliance with Rachmaninov’s concerto, Loui became a psychologist at Wesleyan University, and recently reviewed the evidence and theories explaining the phenomenon with her student Luke Harrison.

Loui and Harrison point out that the sensations can be extraordinarily varied beyond the shivers people normally report. A 1991 study of professional musicians and non-musicians, for instance, found that around half of all the respondents experienced trembling, flushing and sweating, and sexual arousal (=excitação) in response to their favourite pieces, as well as that familiar feeling of a shiver down the spine. Such varied and potent experiences may explain the origins of the term “skin orgasm”, and indeed, many cultures openly recognise the similarities. North Indian and Pakistani Sufis have long discussed an erotic dimension to deep music listening. Even so, Loui and Harrison tend to prefer the term “frisson”, since it avoids embarrassing connotations for experimental subjects describing their experiences.

As Loui has noticed herself with Rachmaninov’s concerto, people are often able to pick out specific measures that release an outpouring (=derramamento) of those sensations. Using those reports, researchers have then been able to pinpoint the kinds of features that are more likely to trigger the different sensations during a musical frisson. Sudden changes in harmony, dynamic leaps (from soft to loud), and melodic appoggiaturas (dissonant notes that clash with the main melody, like you’ll find in Adele’s Someone Like You) seem to be particularly powerful. “Musical frisson elicit a physiological change that’s locked to a particular point in the music,” says Loui. Our YouTube playlist below offers you some of the songs that seemed to elicit the most skin orgasms in lab subjects.
Goose Bumps

By asking subjects to listen to their favourite tracks while laying in an fMRI scanner, neuroscientists have then been able to map the regions of the brain that respond to chill-inducing tracks – helping them to chart some of the mechanisms that may correspond to this peculiar phenomenon. (See BBC iWonder’s interactive graphic of the brain’s response to musical tingles.)
Sweet anticipation

One major component seems to be the way the brain monitors our expectations, says Loui. From the moment we are born (and possibly before), we begin to learn certain rules that characterise the way songs are composed. If a song follows the conventions too closely, it is bland (=sem graça) and fails to capture our attention; if it breaks the patterns too much, it sounds like noise. But when composers straddle the boundary (=fronteira) between the familiar and unfamiliar, playing with your expectations using unpredictable flourishes (like appoggiaturas or sweeping harmonic changes), they hit a sweet spot that pleasantly teases the brain, and this may produce a frisson.

For instance, violated expectations seem to startle (albeit gently) the automatic nervous system, in its most primitive region, the brain stem - producing the racing heart, the breathlessness, the flush that can signal the onset of a frisson. What’s more, the anticipation, violation, and resolution of our expectations triggers the release of dopamine in two key regions – the caudate and the nucleus accumbens, shortly before and just after the frisson. You see a similar response when people take drugs or have sex, which may explain why we find shiver-inducing songs so addictive, says Loui. (Along similar lines, when pharmacologist Avram Goldstein at Stanford University blocked the brain’s opiate signalling - a system that controls reward and addiction - he found that it significantly reduced volunteers' ability to feel skin orgasms.)

Once you get to know a song, these feelings may become even more powerful. Even though you have lost the initial sense of surprise, you may have become conditioned to feel the frisson – just like Pavlov’s dogs salivating when the bell rang for their food.
On top of all this, a favourite piece of music will speak to our empathy as we try to imagine what the composer or singer was feeling. It will also evoke our memories as the song becomes entrenched in the central events of our lives. The result is a heady emotional cocktail whenever you listen to the piece – and it is partly why our taste is so individual, says Loui. “Our own autobiographical experiences interact with the musical devices – so that everyone finds a different piece of music rewarding.”


These insights are particularly interesting, when you consider the evolution of music. Some experts, such as the cognitive scientist Steven Pinker, have argued that music simply piggybacks on other cognitive machinery – such as a penchant (=propensão) for pattern recognition – that evolved for other, more important functions. It is, he says, no more than “auditory cheesecake”. “It’s that idea that music sure is yummy, but it’s not very nutritious,” explains Loui. In this sense, you could put skin orgasms in the same bracket as cocaine highs, or masturbation to pornography: pleasurable activities that just happen to hijack the brain’s responses to more basic human needs.

Loui, however, doesn’t subscribe to Pinker’s idea. Instead, she tends to prefer the idea that music is a “transformative tool” that helped us build the human mind and further society. Think of it as a kind of sandbox, she says. After we have performed all the most important duties to survive, we use music as an arena to play safely, train our minds and expand our experiences. During that playtime, we also use it to develop our emotional awareness, and to bond with others. “You don’t play alone in sandboxes but with other people,” she says. Music may have also helped us exercise our emotional communication.
If that’s the case, musical frisson could be our reward for exercising our minds and our societies in this way. There is no hard evidence, but Loui is intrigued by recent studies showing that the denser the wiring between the auditory, social and emotional parts of the brain, the more skin orgasms you feel. That could, perhaps, be a neurological signature of music’s social importance. Others have found that making music and dancing together produces more altruistic and cohesive groups, with one study finding that chill-inducing music is particularly good at promoting altruism in the lab’s subjects. Maybe it is the rush of endorphins from a skin orgasm that helps promote the communal goodwill.
These are just evolutionary just-so stories, of course. We may never truly understand why music first emerged. But even if it is just a form of auditory cheesecake, it is a legal high we could ill afford to live without today: it defines us, our friendships and offers a soundtrack to the most important moments in our lives. The fact it tickles the same pleasure centres as cocaine helps underline all these benefits, and means we will always keep coming back for more. As Loui herself might agree: who needs sex and drugs when you’ve got Rachmaninov?


quarta-feira, 22 de julho de 2015

Mariano Rivera é o último número 42

Source: http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/15/sports/baseball/15rivera.html?_r=0

Novo vocabulário:

  1. I’ve been very pleased
  2. for so long from afar
  3. In late January
  4. by vexing issues
  5. demanding owner


Texto:

Yankees’ Mariano Rivera Is the Last No. 42

She had long wanted to meet him, but when they finally shook hands this past winter it was Mariano Rivera who was captivated by the presence of Rachel Robinson. He wears the number. She lived the legacy.

“It was wonderful,” he said. “I was honored.”
Mariano-Rivera-42

Rivera is the last of a dozen players who were allowed to continue to wear number 42 — made famous by Rachel Robinson’s husband, Jackie — when Major League Baseball retired it in 1997. It happened to be the same year Rivera became the Yankees’ closer.

Two years earlier, when the clubhouse attendant first handed Rivera his jersey, he was a 25-year-old Panamanian rookie with no idea that the number on the back symbolized the breaking of baseball’s color line on April 15, 1947.

But he has saved a few games over the last 13 years, always with a persistent professionalism. He grew nicely into greatness.

“Being the only one carrying the number right now, and forever, this means a lot to me,” Rivera said when asked about Thursday’s 63rd anniversary of Robinson’s big-league debut.

Yankee fans might actually believe that Rivera, 40, will pitch in perpetuity, given his competitive agelessness. But someday, nobody knows just when, the magic will leave Rivera’s slender right shoulder and 42 — at Yankee Stadium, at least — will carry even greater historical significance, if that is possible.

Given her deep Dodger roots and a soft spot for the Mets, Rachel Robinson has never been one to get her baseball fix in what was once sworn enemy territory, the Bronx. At 87, she attended opening day last week at Citi Field. But her plan was to be at the Stadium on Thursday night with her daughter, Sharon, and her grandson, Jesse Simms, for what has become an annual celebration of her husband’s indelible mark on American history.

The No. 42 jerseys will again be worn in major league parks, but only Rivera’s will be seen again and again, or with every jog in from the bullpen until, well, sometime within the next decade.

“I’ve been very pleased (=satisfeito) that he is the last one to wear Jack’s number,” Rachel Robinson said in a recent telephone interview. “I had admired Mariano Rivera for so long from afar (=tanto tempo longe).”

In late (=final) January, they were brought together when Rivera, along with Hank Aaron, attended a fund-raising reception for the Jackie Robinson Foundation in Lower Manhattan. In a Q. and A. forum, Rivera talked about “the privilege and the pressure” of wearing 42. The privilege was for obvious reasons, he said. The pressure was “because of the way Jackie Robinson conducted himself to make the best for his people, and for all minorities.

“So I know I am always watched, under the microscope,” he said.

Rivera paused, not for effect but because he is a serious, contemplative man. He added: “It’s a challenge, you know?”

Rachel Robinson said Rivera had nothing to worry about; he had long since risen to the number’s principles and behavioral standards.

“I believe there is integrity attached to it,” she said. “And I would hope it would always represent individuals who stand up for the things they believe in. I know that the Latino population has suffered through many of the challenges we have as African-Americans, so to have someone who conducts himself in the way Mariano Rivera does, that’s what we want to teach our young people.”

Unequivocally, Rivera said he does not consider himself a groundbreaker because he did not come first, or anywhere close to it, as Jackie Robinson had. All Rivera does is pitch and do what he can, quietly, in his community.

“After the legacy that Clemente, Cepeda, Marichal and many others left for us, I don’t think anyone can say anything about Latino players,” he said. “If there was something there before, something people didn’t like, I think it’s already changed.”

He might be surprised outside the big-market bubble, in a country that is polarized by vexing (=inquietantes) issues, immigration among them, said Alan Swyer, the director of “Beisbol, Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow,” a documentary on Latinos’ historical impact on the sport.

If early stereotypes — like the perro caliente, or hot dog — no longer resonate, new ones have arisen. “You have steroids, the idea that Latino players will take anything,” Swyer said. “You have the belief that they are front-runners or they aren’t team players — Manny being Manny. But Mariano is the flip side of Manny Ramirez. There is a dignity to him that is really important, especially as the U.S. becomes more Hispanic.”

On the game’s biggest stage, for baseball’s most credentialed team and most demanding (=exigente) owner, Rivera has looked in for the sign and right into the camera with a dispassion that borders on hypnotic.

“I think the key word is cool,” said Representative José E. Serrano, who represents the 16th District in the Bronx, describes himself as a Yankees fanatic and believes that Rivera has presented a very different kind of Latino face to American sports.

“I never thought there was anything wrong with playing with passion, but people didn’t understand the Latino culture,” Serrano said. “Mariano is so interesting because he just comes in, does the job, nothing flashy, like working people do every day.”

He has hardly been the only calm, collected Latino ballplayer, a lone Rivera, Serrano cautioned. He mentioned Bernie Williams, for one, but agreed that no one else had created such an aura facing forward while carrying the weight of No. 42 upon his back.

In January, Rivera told Rachel Robinson that he wore the number with great pride. “Every day,” he said.