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Thursday, November 22, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
I'd very much like to marry this man:
David Eagleman.
He is my hero.
His books are marvelous. Here's a most intriguing essay on the brain's perception of time:
http://eaglemanlab.net/time/essay-brain-time
Take a quick survey on word aversion to help David's team with their synesthesia hypothesis:
http://words.eaglemanlab.net/questionnaire/
He is my hero.
His books are marvelous. Here's a most intriguing essay on the brain's perception of time:
http://eaglemanlab.net/time/essay-brain-time
Take a quick survey on word aversion to help David's team with their synesthesia hypothesis:
http://words.eaglemanlab.net/questionnaire/
Sunday, November 18, 2012
"The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won't."
I'm having one of those nights when I'm tired but can't seem to fall asleep. I have a lot of studying to do, plenty to choose from as far as reading material is concerned yet I find that I can't keep my mind focused on the material. I think it unwise to continue to read if I won't retain so here I am. I have tests and a final project to start on. The impending end of my contract at work is nearing quickly and I have yet to hear back on the position I interviewed for a week ago. I need to start working on maths again so that I can be finished with my A.S. by next summer. Which means that I'm going to need to apply to C.U. soon and for financial aid. I need to get my car washed, go to the grocery store, do some yoga.
The gong bath was nice on Tuesday. I felt rejuvenated in a muted sort of way, one that kind of crept up on me. I couldn't stop smiling on Wednesday. You'd have thought I met a boy or something. I feel more centered and peaceful, ready to finish the semester with renewed vigor and approach this next week with a positive attitude in favor of being presented with the job. I have this subtle sense of confidence that everything is going to work out just the way I want it to. I realize once again the amount of control I have over my decisions therefore over my life. I have been reminded of my ability to successfully control my thoughts although I struggled tonight.
It's funny the way that someone becomes imbedded in your life, so deep that they are forgotten except every once in a while when we are reminded of them, whether by their inclination or our own, a memory recalled suddenly because of some insignificant prompt like the cold weather. Years can pass, months and hours tick by unnoticed and then there they are once again, a refreshed feeling coupled with a desire for tangibility: to reach out and touch them. Just to know that there is a reality which spurred these recollections is an unmatched satisfaction. The possibility, usually, to do this is rare and I find myself in this last hour wishing for just that, an acknowledgement of what I remember. In these moments of defiant lethargy my mind likes to perpetuate the stubborn nature of it all by fixating on small things like wondering if perhaps I am ever the focus of such contemplation. I know that I am to some, on occasion, but this curiosity is of a reciprocal nature: does the person attached to these specific memories find themselves thinking of them as well? Or am I alone in fond reminiscence of times that feel a lifetime away?
These things are of little concern though. They are just silly little distractions that a part of my brain conjures when it is bored thinking of spatial dispersion and utilitarianism. The following quote is quite fitting, all things considered:
And while we're at it, since "This Side of Paradise" is marvelous, a personal favorite:
"She is one of those girls who need never make the slightest effort to have men fall in love with them. Two types of men seldom do: dull men are usually afraid of her cleverness &intellectual men are usually afraid of her beauty."
DL-2012.11.18
The gong bath was nice on Tuesday. I felt rejuvenated in a muted sort of way, one that kind of crept up on me. I couldn't stop smiling on Wednesday. You'd have thought I met a boy or something. I feel more centered and peaceful, ready to finish the semester with renewed vigor and approach this next week with a positive attitude in favor of being presented with the job. I have this subtle sense of confidence that everything is going to work out just the way I want it to. I realize once again the amount of control I have over my decisions therefore over my life. I have been reminded of my ability to successfully control my thoughts although I struggled tonight.
It's funny the way that someone becomes imbedded in your life, so deep that they are forgotten except every once in a while when we are reminded of them, whether by their inclination or our own, a memory recalled suddenly because of some insignificant prompt like the cold weather. Years can pass, months and hours tick by unnoticed and then there they are once again, a refreshed feeling coupled with a desire for tangibility: to reach out and touch them. Just to know that there is a reality which spurred these recollections is an unmatched satisfaction. The possibility, usually, to do this is rare and I find myself in this last hour wishing for just that, an acknowledgement of what I remember. In these moments of defiant lethargy my mind likes to perpetuate the stubborn nature of it all by fixating on small things like wondering if perhaps I am ever the focus of such contemplation. I know that I am to some, on occasion, but this curiosity is of a reciprocal nature: does the person attached to these specific memories find themselves thinking of them as well? Or am I alone in fond reminiscence of times that feel a lifetime away?
These things are of little concern though. They are just silly little distractions that a part of my brain conjures when it is bored thinking of spatial dispersion and utilitarianism. The following quote is quite fitting, all things considered:
"...his ideas were still in riot; there was ever the pain of memory...
yet the waters of disillusion had left a deposit on his soul,
responsibility and a love of life,
the stirring of old ambitions and unrealized dreams."
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
"She is one of those girls who need never make the slightest effort to have men fall in love with them. Two types of men seldom do: dull men are usually afraid of her cleverness &intellectual men are usually afraid of her beauty."
DL-2012.11.18
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
I love...
... the little sounds my laptop makes. It reminds me of one of those little guys from that movie 'Short Circuit'. Cute.
... that I received a "no, no, thank you" from my boss tonight. I'm not sure if it was because I stayed late to write rules or simply because he finally sees my worth, but either way, I'm grateful for the recognition, regardless of what it's for.
... that I got called for a job interview for a position I had entirely written off.
... that I'm doing well in school despite the rocky start. When those three classes started all at once, whew! Ethics was difficult enough on it's own at the time but I have, the bad ass that I am, dominated that whole situation. I suppose it was merely a matter of adjusting. If I keep this up, which it's impossible not to, I shall be well on my way to getting my BS (about half way) by this time next year. How exciting! Oh man how I'm pumped for that!
... that (speaking of Ethics) I have completely owned my philosophy class. My prof's remarks are AWESOME! "What can I say? Excellent essay." My second-most difficult class and there you have it, a standing A because of perfect essays.
... that Saira graduated! I am so dang proud of her! New mommy and finished school. She's a bad ass too.
... the cute little noises my cats make when they first wake up or stretch. It's squeaky.
... The Walking Dead.
... my glasses.
... how fortunate I am, for so many reasons.
... that I received a "no, no, thank you" from my boss tonight. I'm not sure if it was because I stayed late to write rules or simply because he finally sees my worth, but either way, I'm grateful for the recognition, regardless of what it's for.
... that I got called for a job interview for a position I had entirely written off.
... that I'm doing well in school despite the rocky start. When those three classes started all at once, whew! Ethics was difficult enough on it's own at the time but I have, the bad ass that I am, dominated that whole situation. I suppose it was merely a matter of adjusting. If I keep this up, which it's impossible not to, I shall be well on my way to getting my BS (about half way) by this time next year. How exciting! Oh man how I'm pumped for that!
... that (speaking of Ethics) I have completely owned my philosophy class. My prof's remarks are AWESOME! "What can I say? Excellent essay." My second-most difficult class and there you have it, a standing A because of perfect essays.
... that Saira graduated! I am so dang proud of her! New mommy and finished school. She's a bad ass too.
... the cute little noises my cats make when they first wake up or stretch. It's squeaky.
... The Walking Dead.
... my glasses.
... how fortunate I am, for so many reasons.
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