if i end up in hell, i hope i’ll be right next to the ice…
Just finished the book, too, by Richard Wiseman. He gives ways to spot the gorilla.. one way is to play more!
Another is to have the “problem” in your mind, work on it, and then let it sift to the background, do other things and let the subconscious mind make connections (When the old idea gets coupled up with something that has nothing to do with it, new ideas can be generated).
An exercise he gave… write a couple lines for a plot.
Then he threw out various words without any connection at all, and had the plot writer rewrite the plot, based on these unrelated words step by step… interesting.
When you see something new, don’t just let it go at that… for me, that might be about cameras (or the eye). Ok, so I know how to take a picture, but how does that thing — that machine body part) work?
Wiseman suggests making it a point to learn new things. “To help yourself become more curious, ask yourself a new question each week.”
On another note, I’m learning an amazing amount of stuff by playing a scrabble-like game with my daughter, via the cellphone… the last lesson i learned was at about 4 am this morning. I find that I’m picking up the game at odd times and just reshuffling cards, as a way to relax my mind, and in the process of this play (by the way, i used to hate games — now I’m loving them), i figured out how to use all my little chips (you get huge bonus points when you do that) — the word I “found” (by accident) was “nitwits…”
The funny thing is, I’m beginning to see that I can approach lots of other situations with the same game-playing mentality and maybe i can take something that’s been a pain and make it fun!
B and I thought it would be a good idea to collect Martha’s observations, comments, sayings, etc… so, here’s the first.
Martha said while leaving the table to get more coffee… “Ok, don’t say anything interesting until I get back.”
not great. Parents hated it. Kids weren’t impressed. One voice option only, sort of a cross between a robot and a munchkin…
the night goggles. Terrible. (Here’s my original post...)
They were from National Geographics, too. I don’t know what I was expecting. Something high tech? These were very uncomfortable, with a teeny little flashlight on the bridge over the nose. I think I was expecting to see things kind of green. No. Could barely see anything. Did like the earphone thingy, though. Enhanced the night sounds. Probably liked it because I had no expectations…
The little rings from National Geographics were kind of cool. A whole package for under $25.
All three generations of us had fun with two games, though, Telestrations and Would You Rather. Telestrations is kind of like Telephone, but with Illustrations. And Would You Rather posed dilemmas, and you got to pick which one you’d like to struggle with.
Here’s my entire day project yesterday…
…and I finally made last christmas’s video (2010). I am catching up!
I had made these little cream cheese cupcakes. Nick and I were attacking them.
Nick: We shouldn’t be eating these.
Me: I know. Do you want another?
Me: Me, too.
Love that headline. Of course, it had to do with food.
The secret, the blogger said, was to throw the steak (or fish) on the grill to get those black lines, and then to finish it off in the oven. How else, he asks, would those restaurant cooks or caterers responsible for big parties deliver all that perfect looking food?
But for me, “burnt outside inside raw,” feels like the beginning of a philosophical discussion. The real question (as far as humanly possible) is how to avoid that state? I wouldn’t mind being the same temperature through and through, perfectly consistent in texture and feeling, appealing and delectable. Don’t you agree? And, also, would it be cheating to finish it off in the oven, and how does that relate, physically (or mentally) speaking?
Now, I’ve heard about trial by fire, but there’s gotta be an easier way.
I had just made home-made broccoli soup. Two cups. Nick was drinking the second cup.
Nick: Be careful of broccoli, ma. It’s full of testosterone and that’s not good for you. It will make you all mean.
Me: What’s wrong with a little self-assertiveness?
Nick: I thought you wanted to be a sweet little old lady.
Me: (speechless, as usual.)
Yes, he takes the place of mom, but i return the favor, and sound just like her when I’m with him.
Yes, mom. I’m afraid there is a god!
I’m just popping the tab on my second diet coke of the day… “Mom, that’s why you get headaches…”
(Nick doesn’t know it, but one of his missions in life is to take the place of my mom… Look for more Nicolisms, plenty to come).
and, ps, I did get a headache.
in Ft. Lauderdale, click on photo for closer look…
For me, this day was the calm before the storm. And it looked clear!