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Because I care, Yule:
In the inbox today, right on top of each other, these two subject lines;
Considering that I'll probably die of stroke or an aneurism, and I just had a backup issue, this is probably fated to happen sooner or later. Still, odd. Maybe I should write up "5 Steps to " something.
How about "5 Steps to taking 5 Steps"?
I have no idea where this came from. I can't seem to find the source any longer. Surely it's something from the pop press. I sent it to myself in an email while doing research on a different issue back in June 2006.
[ Continue reading "The Law of Consistency, source lost" ]Take, for instance, the example of the man who always buys a certain brand of car. He says it's the best and professes this profusely to anyone who buys another type of car. When he's shown in writing that the maintenance and repair record of that car is much worse than other cars of similar size and cost, he will most likely find some reason to dismiss the information and continue believing that his car is still the best.
The group came over to my folks' house in 1988 during Christmas break. Not too sure about the date, to be honest. Could be 1988 or 1989. Could be 1987, to be honest. Now that I'm looking at it, I bet it is.
The guys were all friends. Paul Kinney introduced L and I to our church in Chicago, indirectly, by inviting us to a Christmas party he and his wife threw at their Chicago apartment in 1993. We met a newly married couple who were studying at Moody, who happened to be going to a church that had just bought a new building. Well, a used building but new to them.
"Wait until January," they advised. "The plaster will be done falling off the walls."
Anyone who has gone to that church will laugh at that. The last big plaster fall was in 2003 or so, when the angels above the altar came crashing down, debris falling as far as row seven or so.
It could be 1983. But there's a lot of us there. Even the Kinney's cousin, who was from a suburb (I've now forgotten her name, although she was swell). We went to Six Flags north of Chicago for a day in June or July on this choir tour. It was freezing, and all of us were wearing shorts.
I'll admit it: I fell in love on that tour. Pretty much that day. My first real romance.
You know, I can't recall most of the names of the folks in this picture. Jim, Paul, Becky, Steve, Dawn, Eric, .... well, I can do some of the names, I guess.
So, I opened up my gmail account, where I get mail associated with some of the high potential people that I run into. There, at the top, where you get a link to (usually) some "top story" on CNN or Wired, was this:
[ Continue reading "Google Ad: "Loving Family Looking for a Surrogate"" ]Surrogate Needed $30,000 - www.ThrivingSurrogate.com - Seeking loving mother who wants a family's baby dreams to come true.
Notes for myself on what I am reading. Oddly enough, they all seem to be science related, and many of them dealing with ideas from evolutionary psychology / sociobiology.
I recently listened to a podcast from Radio Lab of WNYC that described recent results that confirmed William James's earlier suspicion, that our emotions are mainly centered in our bodies. You feel afraid because your body senses the bear, not because your mind recognizes the bear and says that you should be afraid of the bear.
This is an amazing discovery because it implies that much of psychotherapy is simply wrongheaded: you can't think yourself out of your responses like fear. Much of it is built in. It turns a lot of our thinking upside down, including how we behave.
[ Continue reading "Emotions Are Body, Not Mind" ]