In case you missed it, or you don’t read tech blogs, there’s a bit of a row going on at the moment regarding MG Siegler’s lukewarm review of the new Galaxy Nexus. Josh Topolsky at The Verge wrote a scathing editorial critiquing this bit…
Today is Friday the 13th. And while we would have loved to post something related to the Friday the 13th movies (or a picture scary hockey mask), we don’t have anything in our digital collections related to it. So in its place here is a scary cover from Collier’s Magazine that we found in our collection.
Kill your television. It trains ignorance.
Uber is awesome. My wife and I have been happy customers for almost 2 years. It’s been a joy to use.
Last night, however, we experienced our first really negative experience with Uber when we got a ride home from a friend’s house. We could have walked, as it’s only about a mile, but it was…
Check out this collection of famous doctored photographs including world leaders, world events, politicians, and models.
Moral of the story? Women matter less to the US government than a few downloaded copies of a Glee episode.
The Blind Man Who Taught Himself To See (Mens Journal, March 2011)
Daniel Kish has been sightless since he was a year old. Yet he can mountain bike. And navigate the wilderness alone. And recognize a building as far away as 1,000 feet. How? The same way bats can see in the dark.
Riding my bike to town nowadays I was reminded of how studying to ride a motorbike has been one particular of my most difficult and rewarding ventures in latest years. I believed I had to get my test prior to turning 60, so that they did not determine I was too old to let on the road! Now, a variety of years down the track (and in my 60’s), I can luxuriate in the sense of power, balance and absolute presence that riding my beautiful black machine promotes. Feeling the fear and doing it anyway On the other hand, it was a various story when I started finding out. The Fear was at times nearly overwhelming! You know, in your guts, that this piece of rather heavy machinery you are riding is unsafe. Its dead weight can conveniently fall more than. It can throw you off, squash you or crash you into something nearby if you make even a tiny mistake. If you squeeze the brakes also hard, it will throw you. If you don’t coordinate gear alterations and acceleration correctly, it will stall in the middle of traffic or hurl you forward into an additional car or obstacle. The controls are mainly on the manage bars, with gears on the left and acceleration and brakes on the correct and these have to be coordinated with footbrakes and the foot pedal controlling the other half of the gear altering mechanism. The predicament is that I have a dyslexic tendency to confuse left and appropriate. This sort of confusion is lethal on a motorbike! So the worry had a basis. I knew that I did not know how to ride this machine and that my worry was exaggerating the dyslexic tendencies and generating each my body and mind state rigid and “stupid”! When I say “stupid” - which has been a forbidden word for me for countless years - I am working with it to describe the carrying out of a thing that I “know” is incorrect or foolish. Or not undertaking what I know I should have accomplished! In other words, the thinking portion of my brain was severely clouded by the fear and tension hormones racing by means of my body. So I knew I was carrying out one thing that could seriously hurt me and I was frightened. But I also knew that I couldn’t know how to ride the bike until I had encounter of it and that I therefore had to ‘face the fear and do it anyway’! Mindful acceptance works! And this is where the connection with meditation and mindfulness training comes in. I had to let the worry to be present but not get lost in it. I learned to sit the fear on my shoulder feel my heart thudding loosen up my physique (once again and again) listen to the internalised directions I had received and BE PRESENT! There was absolutely nothing for it but to practice and trust. Fortunately, I had superb tuition from the instructor I had chosen and from Alan - my bikie husband. Each were supremely patient and Alan was especially excellent at identifying the mental blocks that were stopping me from safely approaching and managing the a number of roundabouts in the town I was finding out in. Roundabouts and road junctions involved integrating the left and right feet and hand controls, in order to preserve control of the bike and cease or go ahead safely. For the newbie - and in particular any one with left/ideal confusions - these are the true danger spots. Fortunately, as soon as Alan pointed out how my worry was causing me to abandon my typical auto driving anticipating habits (of attending simultaneously to the bigger picture and the immediate road ahead), it suddenly got a lot a lot easier, and a lot safer. The worry had restricted my view and disconnected me from my substantial body of experience as a driver. Once I consciously plugged back into this understanding base, I discovered I could drive the motorbike. From then on it was just a question of sustaining awareness and perfecting procedures. And that’s a thing I will always be operating on. Life is like a bubble As all motorbike riders know, you cannot afford to daydream or go on automatic. Bikes are significantly much less forgiving than automobiles. But then they do promote a fantastic sense of freedom, power and flexibility. They maintain you mindful and present. The ever-present edge of danger appears to sharpen the sense of being alive! There is none of the illusion of security that a automobile offers and so one particular learns to consciously contemplate and face the danger of sudden death. Life is like a bubble and so it appears important not to waste it. my bike In working as a psychotherapist with my exceptionally anxious clientele, I have located this comparatively latest knowledge of coexisting with worry to be valuable in understanding them and assisting them to regain their freedom, utilizing mindfulness and acceptance. The elevated capability to empathize with their fear strengthened our connection and elevated the inventive questioning potential, vital for identifying previously unseen opportunities for alter. In conclusion, I am grateful to my bike for teaching me about fear and how to let worry to be present, without running from it. I am grateful for how it reminded me - at a very visceral level - how there is a gap in between physique studying and psychological learning and how we have to link trust, patience and determination to get through this period ahead of the two come together. ‘True’ bikies might possibly laugh at my Virago as a beginner’s bike, but for me it is robust and potent. Most of all, I am grateful for how riding my bike continues to promote mindfulness and the joy of getting alive