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What weather are you today?
Posted on Oct 28th, 2009
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sandi
sandi
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for October 28, 2009:
Oh, definitely Sunny and bright, with the sunbeams flashing off the water droplets left by last night's rains, breaking into prisms that scatter everywhere. A breeze as light and warm as a breath, tickles the trees, causing giggles in the leaves. A day of promise.
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Prisms carry a wide brushstroke of color. In fact, a whole rainbow of color – the perfect symbol for you. I love your post Sandi, especially the part about giggling leaves.
Your words paint a joyful picture, Sandi. Thank you for a wonderful start to the day.
There is just something about the Sun rising and peeking through the beautiful foliage that gives rise to a joyful heart. If for no other reason than the fact that it's not raining! The Chicks were dried out this morning and promised to leave off with the groans and mutterings I heard while working for their benefit last night. Having surveyed the debris field this morning, I'm going to let them STEW in it for a while before I deal with it. Oh, the naughty squirrels are robbing me blind, right before my very eyes! The nuts aren't even ripe yet and they are already gathering the harvest. They should be as big as Pit Bulls by now, and dropping from the trees.
Good morning, Harmony! It's a beautiful day and I'm so glad to be able to share it with you. Thanks for coming by!
A breeze as warm and light as a breath, tickles the trees, causing giggles in the leaves. Ah sandi, what a wonderful spirit you are.
Ha, ha, this wonderful spirit is about to put on big, rubber boots and go out to play in the mud, Carlton. I wish you could come play too. Poor Chicken Ladies, with their carrying-on over a little mud. Better that you don't come today, there may be rough language out there! More like, for sure! Thanks for your visit!
I just pictured your foot slipping out of your mud-stuck boot.
Such language coming from you would even make the Chicken Ladies blush.
Oh, yeah, I can just see the wretched old biddies cackling, I've just been out there to take them some old, stale corn chips from the cupboard, wouldn't it be nice if we were all so easily pleased? I take that back, I'm not eating stale corn chips!
I'm not eating stale corn chips!
would you be cackling?
maybe some chocolate chips?
Describing the gentle breeze as breath is very poetic, I won't forget that way of seeing. Thanks Sandi…
Chocolate did someone mention chocolate.
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Thanks, Jeannie, I see that you are getting toothier by the day. Somehow when I think of your friend breathing, I want to cover my eyes.
JM, I believe Gabby's been in the illegal corn again, he's had the munchies for 2 days running. He did mention chocolate, and every other blessed thing to eat…cookies, chips, ice cream, Lordy, I don't know what all. He's probably eat the corn too.
Giggles in the leaves:) hehe now thats my kind of magic Sandi. Right ON!
Hope you guys are drier today. Its gusting over here….go figure;) LOL
Gabby, those chips were for the chickens, I'm wondering, are YOU cackling?
Hi, Liza, I might as well 'fess up, It's so beautiful here today that I haven't done a single useful thing, wee, except the ordinary stuff. I've been out to the woods and found someone's nice dog. It thought he was extra-nice till I remembered the package of Pork Skins in my jacket pocket. No wondered he was stuck to me like a cockle-burr. I took some pictures of the Chicken Ladies and let me remind you, they don't make good models, they won't stay still. Yes, it's squishy, but sunny, I think we'll have your gusts in a few days. Thanks for dropping in, now I have to get useful! Have a Great Day!
I hear buffalo chips are a delicacy?
Is that true, JM?
Gabby, they don't call eggs cackleberries for nothing.
I'm wondering, have you ever grown dingleberries?
Gabby, I'm wondering about your manners.
good lord … a 20-comment blog … don't any of you people work? eat? watch tv? feed the chickens? vacuum?
Sandi - You added photographs of The Chicken Ladies – gosh but they're pretty!
Gee, Barbara, I Have been working, but at home today. I get a lot done, now and then. You'll want to check out Laurie's blog on the kneecap recap. I do all over the above and have today. I'm cramming in as much sunshine as I can while we have these golden days, I hate to miss one by staying inside. TV, I let slide, nothing to hold my interest there. It's been a good, busy day with a lot of variables thrown in for good measure. Tomorrow it's back to work for The Man.
Sandi - Tomorrow you'll be working for The Man. It's Thursday, so I'll be writing for The Man – all day long IN MY PAJAMAS from my home office – Hallelujah! I'm signing off for the evening 'cause I'm up at 4:20am. Make it a great Thursday!
Hi, Laurie, I hope your day was as great as it looked to be. I had all I take and then some, I just hate it had to get dark and end. Well, I sat outside by the fire for awhile, that was great too. If you'll look where the chicken's leg bends, that's a kneecap. Thanks, I'll tell them you said so, I think they are pretty myself. The one that you can see side ways is Camilla.
You know the odd thing about chicken kneecaps?
They're at chest height (right up there in the feathers - take a close look at the pictures if you don't believe).
Sometimes nature is far weirder than anything anyone can dream up on drugs! ;)
Buffalo chips a delicacy Gabby I guess that depends on the bovine bingo choices you make.
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Gabby, well, if we find a little brown jug being used as a fishing buoy off the coast of N.Z., we could hazard a guess.
Whoa, Gabby! Put those down, wash your hands, and get the Listerine quick!! I know where those things have been!
Must be a love thing.
Laurie's in her PJ's today?
Is there room for two?
Rain or shine, being with all of you makes my day.
I love you.
A couple of days ago there was a very interesting program on TV - Documentary Channel “Beautiful minds” on savants. It was fascinating that it seems that everyone has these savant like abilities, but they are masked by the abilities that allow us to interact socially.
Ailsa and I were talking this morning about how our minds just do their own stuff, and we seem to float above, not able to directly control, yet by choice of a context of thought, very much able to influence what thoughts we have.
In that context I was thinking about Gabby's corn and Sandi's jug buoy, and I thought back to my one conscious experimentation with LSD over 30 years ago - it had no effect whatever. I came to the conclusion way back then that my brain just does naturally what LSD makes brains do for most people.
It seems to me that I have always had the ability to drop into “savant” like states - like when I am programming, I am often incapable of social interaction - I am just totally focussed on the problem at hand. I can put myself in a state where when I look at a TV, I see thousands of little dots changing colour quickly (fascinating in a childlike way), but I cannot see any pictures - just lots of little dots.
It seems we all have all of these abilities, most of us are just unfamiliar with how to consciously change context to switch between the various modes available to brain, and at the same time reserve space for some small part of our awareness to keep some sort of overview that it time to change contexts again.
“reserve space”
There is always reserved space for you, friend.
Ted, I know the space you're speaking of. When I was younger, in my teens and early twenties, I was way more into my art work than I am today. Back then I had worlds more time to devote to it. I would go into a trance-like state for hours, working madly, not stopping for anything. 8, 10, 12 hours or more would pass before it lost it's grip and I came up for air. I would be amazed at what I had accomplished because I had no idea how it happened, I had no or little formal training, but things would be perfectly proportioned and light opposed to shadow correct. I actually won several awards at school and went on to do portraits and other work that I sold. I still don't know how that worked. Maybe there really is a certain savant that comes through when our minds are not other-wise occupied. Interesting idea and one I've considered before. I would be in such a state of concentration the house could have burned down and I wouldn't have known.
Laurie did mention that you are in Mensa, you must have the ability to retain a lot more than the average person, pulling it back up is the trick though. It's the original thought that is so elusive. One that is truly yours and not derivative of some other situation. I feel that every thing that runs through my head is just a rehash of some thing else I've picked up. Nothing new here. Hope you didn't mind the crack about the brown jug, it was in jest. I don't even know if y'all have moonshine in N.Z., it'll make you crazier than an out house rat, like LSD, only sicker!
Hey, Ted, just a note. Having dismembered many chickens in my life, I really do know where the kneecap and a chicken is, I just couldn't see me explaining to Barbara while she was on a tear and I was starving to invisability. Thanks for helping out, I was seeing spots before my eyes at the time.
Hi Sandi
I think there is a very real sense in which none of us ever have an original thought, and we do have original combinations of thoughts we have borrowed from elsewhere.
I think most of the really great ideas we have as individuals is when our brains take an idea from one domain and apply it to another and it works (mostly they don't so we give up trying; some of us are more willing to fail a lot than others). As I see it, we all have this ability built in, it's just that we are taught by culture, school, parents, the law, …. to ignore it or banish it and to follow the rules.
When you were in your painting state, you weren't following any rules - you were being - in what I call the holographic processor state. The way in which we store and retrieve information has it's closest physical analogy in the way holgrams are made - and one of the things to come out of doing things that way is that associations are formed - as a by-product - so to speak.
When we take our rational, law abiding critical part of our being and lock it in an internal cupboard (by whatever trick we learn to do this) the remaining parts of our being are free to self express without criticism.
This is what I do when I am coding (or blogging) - I lock up the critic, do the work, then let the critic out to tidy up all the detail. The critic cannot do the big picture stuff, and the holographic side is not good at detail - but if they each get a fair chance at a project, in their turn, then it usually works out well.
I have done a bit of hooch brewing in my time, and far too much drinking of the stuff, probably lost a few billion brain cells to it - hard to be a fisherman for 17 years and not have some serious encounters.
The mensa thing is an odd one. Mostly I put it down to being tongue tied as a kid (so I was unable to make an “r” sound, and a lot of other sounds weren't “right” either), and most people not being able to understand anything I said - so I got out of the habit of socialising, and into the habit of looking closely at things, finding out how they worked. Even after they cut the skin under my tongue (about age 6) I still didn't get into socialising (I guess the weirdness had spread to other areas by that stage, and the habit of being outcast just sorta stuck).
It seems that we all have about equal abilities at the hardware level - anyone who can speak or write is “way up there” on the intelligence scale - computationally it is incredibly difficult - from a computer programming perspective. It is just that we each get into different habits of applying that brain power to different areas. I have sorta specialised in being a generalist - I work at building marketable abilities in some specialist areas, and mostly I try to maintain interest and abilities in all areas.
The brain is very much a use it or loose it thing. Like all of the body. Seems the best thing for most ailments is a little rest, followed by a lot of exercise. Most seem to overdo the rest, and then let fear get in the way of the exercise - I see it in myself, and consciously work to overcome it in all areas.
Another typically rambling - stream of consciousness - blog from me - there is relationship in there, hope it is visible to some ;)
Lotsa love
Ted
Ted, it's really nice to communicate with some one who can answer some of these questions that have rolled around in my mind so long they are as smooth as marbles. To tell the truth, I am still in awe of anything holographic, I mean a piece of gift wrap, holograms printed(?) on Mylar can hold me fascinated for minutes at a time, while I turn a sheet over and over, thinking, “how'd they do that?”. But I do catch your drift on the holographic side of the brain and the letting the clean-up crew come in for inspection. If I don't think to edit what I write sometimes, I don't even know what I'm saying!
I don't know if it's common to fishermen as a whole, but up in Newfoundland there is a beverage called Newfie Screech. I believe it is probably the roughest form of rum distilled, one step out of the Molasses barrel and out of the worm (still). Since the sailing companies at the time of the whalers and such would come across the Atlantic through the Azores, into the Caribbean and West Indies, let off a load of whatever, pick up a cargo of sugar, molasses, and rum, rum being the most profitable, then tear off up the East Coast. They had the Gulf Stream to push them on and when they got to Newfoundland they were ready to dump it all for a load of salt cod and head home.
I like the fact that you specialize in generalities, I wish I could find a doctor that did the same. God willing, I won't need one for decades yet. Still, it's something I never want to lose, my interest in about anything I can think of. I have never been so focused on any one thing so long that it eclipses all else, something new comes along.
Now that I've rambled on and on, I'll thank you for taking the time to answer my questions, I don't know if you noticed but my blog today was my Museum of Why? Smiles and hugs, Sandi
Hi Sandi
I don't think “why” has a very long history - just a few thousand years. Prior to that it seems there was only “how”, “when”, “where” and “what”, at least in relation to most things happening on this planet.