So he turned twelve and now I have to say goodbye. I have to say goodbye to scavenger hunts and obstacle courses, to cakes doused with candies and pin the tail on the donkey. My baby celebrated his "twelfth night" with a disco. The gods can be cruel sometimes but this was about as low as one goes. I guess his education is not complete. Doesn't he know disco sucks? Not only did he want a dance party and not only did he want to invite ....girls..(yuk Cooties) ...but he did. He invited girls, he had a dance party...and guess what? He danced!
What happened to staying up all night decorating a cake because your four year old wants a Winnie-the-Pooh driving a John Deere tractor cake or a cake with flags from all around the world...or the one shaped like Zaboo from Zaboomafoo. What happened to endless breathes of balloon blowing and stashes of prizes for booty at the end of the party, gift bags, and funny hats?
I am sure someone out there can relate to this rant, maybe? I mean couldn't they all just run into the bushes and do what ever teenagers do and then come back for cake and ice cream? Okay we had cake and we saved on the ice cream which just would have been a mess but that is not the point. Who is the party for anyway? What did my son ask us to supply him with? A stick and a bottle. Sure we helped find someone with musical taste (aka not his parents) to mix a playlist or what ever you do with a playlist and we supplied ample amounts of liquid refreshments and pretzels that looked like a fleet of trucks ran over them but he really "needed" a bottle and a stick. What was he going to hold up a liquor store for fun?
Okay, the stick was for limbo dancing which when you are twelve (and a boy) is a lot easier because you are closer to the ground. For us old foggies limbo dancing is like trying to put on socks in the morning...something is going to cramp. My wife so innocently asked what the ominous bottle was for. My youngest just rolled his eyes as if he had the dumbest parents in the world.
What happened? Did she forget about playing spin-the-bottle in Junior High? That evil game that has become a passage of rite for kids for years? Did she forget the time she was locked in a closet for seven minutes in hell (or heaven) with some pimply faced geek (Ta Da). We forgot all this stuff and yet wow.
So he has grown up way cooler than I ever was or will be. He danced, he laughed...he had a good time with his school friends and he never seemed fazed by anything. He has the moves, really he looked like he was having great fun and it is very nice to see that. It was also nice to see how many nice friends he has in his class.
So I will miss the cake decorating and the dress up in costume and resign to the dress up to look sharp and making playlists. He is still my baby....and look at him dance!
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Exercise Your Spirits
How long has it been since you looked in your lover's eyes and rediscovered the spark that ignited when you "knew"? There are times when that feeling seems completely absent in my life and I am worried that we "out grow" the ability to be ...for lack of a better word..."enchanted". I often look at my kids and think how jealous I am having many of their "firsts" still ahead of them. Remember your first crush/love? Just sit back and try and recapture the feeling the first time you looked at another and your heart was firing on all pistons. In my case I never even said a word to the girl but that didn't matter. It wasn't being with that girl that was important, it was just the fact of being in love and knowing that you have it in your heart to have that strong a feeling was so..so enchanting and mystifying.
A quick retreat to the Goo Goo and I see enchanted is defined as "great charm and fascination", it is also a movie with Amy Adams and Susan Sarandon (no relation to the cling wrap). The definition leaves me less than enchanted. There is an odd combination of charm, wonder and suddenness that really describes the feeling I am driving at. I am sure you know it too. I suppose we can best describe the feeling in terms of human experience. For example, I felt that way the first time I touched the skin of a dolphin or when canoeing down the south fork of the Potomac having a bald eagle swoop over our craft as both the eagle and I looked for a good fishing spot. Sometimes the same experience at a different time has charm like powers. I probably made a face the first time I tasted coq au vin but when I was twelve it was the most marvelous dish I had tasted next to my mother's marinated chuck steaks. You might think this feeling is trivial but to me it seems basic and well...healthy. There are probably special hormones created at these times that are fundamental for a healthy life.
How long has it been since you looked at a bird with simple amazement as it flapped its wings and rose to take on the breeze and challenge the sky? We have the time. I know we have the time. I regularly look up at the moon or study the changing mountains here in the desert but I rarely marvel at them. Am I just too jaded? I would like to think we can't out grown those feelings. Sometime when I look at "older" people, I wonder if I am seeing the real them or if this is just what is left after the life has slowly drained from them. I guess I also wonder if I am going to be the kind of retiree that complains about nearly everything and examines things rather than appreciating them. Will any of my patience be left when I am seeing the other side of life? As if I have any patience to begin with.
When do we lose that abilty to marvel at the simple. It isn't just a case of stopping and smelling the roses either. I feel my generation is so lucky in that the amount of "free" time we have to stop and enjoy life is good and plenty. Sure that dosen't inherently mean that we use that time to "appreciate life". That was what was so cool about being twelve (or whatever) you didn't have to stop life to turn the masonary work on the sidewalk into a playground, a fantasy game, or an easel to bleed your creativity upon.
So, is this just an age thing? or can be turn back the emotional clock and recapture the ability to wonder with amazement? I am afraid it isn't just a matter of yoga and meditation although not far from those practices. I think it is a skill. Just like other skills, if we do not exercise that skill, train and properly hone the talent we lose it it gradually even if we excelled at it when we were younger. So what do we do? First we have to decide that we want to be enchanted. This is a big step and one that is too easily overlooked. At times I feel like I am done with being enchanted. Let's just live and forget the crap, but then too much time goes by and the feeling of life becomes hollow. We must experience to nourish the soul. So, having gotten here we have to consciously decide to practice our wonder and amazement. I am no expert but I suggest that new experiences are the most important spark in developing these feelings and fortifying the ability to recreate them. Even the word virgin pulls triggers in our subconscious that are powerful. We have to trod in virgin territory and savor each step. Place yourself in many marvelous situations and consciously lead our mind down the positive. Arts, sports, social activities wherever you can find it. Be greedy with your desire to experience and never feel like it is enough. As we develop we have to construct and use a language of positiveness and enrich it with charming amulets of syntax (I always liked that word syntax..especially the syn part). The language we infuse in our lives is the language of our feelings. It isn't necessary to express feelings with other people but to describe to ourselves how we are and what kind of spiritual progress we are making.
So let's do it. Lets go out into the world and marvel, wonder and be enchanted. Recently a friend of mine was describing a situation with a family member calling her progress a small miracle. Do you know the what the difference between a small miracle and a large miracle is?
Nothing.
See you after your next miraculous enchantment.
A quick retreat to the Goo Goo and I see enchanted is defined as "great charm and fascination", it is also a movie with Amy Adams and Susan Sarandon (no relation to the cling wrap). The definition leaves me less than enchanted. There is an odd combination of charm, wonder and suddenness that really describes the feeling I am driving at. I am sure you know it too. I suppose we can best describe the feeling in terms of human experience. For example, I felt that way the first time I touched the skin of a dolphin or when canoeing down the south fork of the Potomac having a bald eagle swoop over our craft as both the eagle and I looked for a good fishing spot. Sometimes the same experience at a different time has charm like powers. I probably made a face the first time I tasted coq au vin but when I was twelve it was the most marvelous dish I had tasted next to my mother's marinated chuck steaks. You might think this feeling is trivial but to me it seems basic and well...healthy. There are probably special hormones created at these times that are fundamental for a healthy life.
How long has it been since you looked at a bird with simple amazement as it flapped its wings and rose to take on the breeze and challenge the sky? We have the time. I know we have the time. I regularly look up at the moon or study the changing mountains here in the desert but I rarely marvel at them. Am I just too jaded? I would like to think we can't out grown those feelings. Sometime when I look at "older" people, I wonder if I am seeing the real them or if this is just what is left after the life has slowly drained from them. I guess I also wonder if I am going to be the kind of retiree that complains about nearly everything and examines things rather than appreciating them. Will any of my patience be left when I am seeing the other side of life? As if I have any patience to begin with.
When do we lose that abilty to marvel at the simple. It isn't just a case of stopping and smelling the roses either. I feel my generation is so lucky in that the amount of "free" time we have to stop and enjoy life is good and plenty. Sure that dosen't inherently mean that we use that time to "appreciate life". That was what was so cool about being twelve (or whatever) you didn't have to stop life to turn the masonary work on the sidewalk into a playground, a fantasy game, or an easel to bleed your creativity upon.
So, is this just an age thing? or can be turn back the emotional clock and recapture the ability to wonder with amazement? I am afraid it isn't just a matter of yoga and meditation although not far from those practices. I think it is a skill. Just like other skills, if we do not exercise that skill, train and properly hone the talent we lose it it gradually even if we excelled at it when we were younger. So what do we do? First we have to decide that we want to be enchanted. This is a big step and one that is too easily overlooked. At times I feel like I am done with being enchanted. Let's just live and forget the crap, but then too much time goes by and the feeling of life becomes hollow. We must experience to nourish the soul. So, having gotten here we have to consciously decide to practice our wonder and amazement. I am no expert but I suggest that new experiences are the most important spark in developing these feelings and fortifying the ability to recreate them. Even the word virgin pulls triggers in our subconscious that are powerful. We have to trod in virgin territory and savor each step. Place yourself in many marvelous situations and consciously lead our mind down the positive. Arts, sports, social activities wherever you can find it. Be greedy with your desire to experience and never feel like it is enough. As we develop we have to construct and use a language of positiveness and enrich it with charming amulets of syntax (I always liked that word syntax..especially the syn part). The language we infuse in our lives is the language of our feelings. It isn't necessary to express feelings with other people but to describe to ourselves how we are and what kind of spiritual progress we are making.
So let's do it. Lets go out into the world and marvel, wonder and be enchanted. Recently a friend of mine was describing a situation with a family member calling her progress a small miracle. Do you know the what the difference between a small miracle and a large miracle is?
Nothing.
See you after your next miraculous enchantment.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Seder - the tradition of being well red
It is interesting to note that the holiday with the most restrictions and religious legal demands also leaves room for a huge range of tradition and variation. Have you ever wondered if your holiday traditions run specific to your own family?
I remember the first time we did Passover seder with a family whose tradition it was to use Romaine lettuce for Maror. I thought this was the most weird and exotic thing. I mean after all, doesn't everybody use the horseradish for Maror? It was only at this time did I realize that many of the rituals I had learned were actually traditions that took centuries to develop and evolve. Not only would I find out that there is more than one way to skin a "Maror" but that often "my" traditions were in the minority. So why was this seder different from all other seders?
Passover demands many things from its followers. Not only do we have to rid leavened products from our diet but from our homes and every thing we come in contact with. We are not even allowed to own products that might become leavened. Typically one will start cleaning the house a few weeks before the holiday but the end game from house to house is similar, but come seder night each table can look distinctly different.
Just look at the Haroseth on the table. This food is meant to remind us of the hardship of slavery, perhaps symbolic of the mortar that held the bricks together and yet is usually a sweet dish. It may have apples, honey, dates, prune juice, cinnamon, walnuts, raisins or other dried fruits. Haroseth is one of the main guests on our seder plate and yet a myriad of traditions as to what this dish is and to what is symbolizes.
One of the main complications in traditions comes from the tradition of some to not eat certain foods which are not outright forbidden but have been removed from the "fly list" by years and years of practice. This becomes an issue when inviting other people over, but if we can remember that each person's tradition can be mutually honored than a solution will present itself.
I can't help think about the future of our traditions. What of the traditions that we have now will my children take with them and what rituals will they adopt along the way. Adopting and inventing are two things that come hard for me even though intellectually I believe it is good. My life partner and I have similar Passover traditions so we have less tension around holiday ritual, but perhaps those tensions are used to expand our horizons, like me and the Romaine lettuce which I now find out has a very substantial following and even stronger Halachic background. I can't go back on my radish for Karpas though. I draw the line at having the radish to dip in salt water.
For me the seder is complete when I see the radish because I can hear my father (even when he is doing his seder far away in his home) say with an ironic voice. "... and now we will eat the radish...a green vegetable...(laugh laugh)...borei pri HaAdomah". My father always says the word Adomah with a Yiddish accent. It was only later in life when my Hebrew was a bit better that I understood the double-entendre...since Adomah (meaning the earth but also the color red) accurately describes the color of the radish too.
Next year in Jerusalem! (with lots of radishes)
I remember the first time we did Passover seder with a family whose tradition it was to use Romaine lettuce for Maror. I thought this was the most weird and exotic thing. I mean after all, doesn't everybody use the horseradish for Maror? It was only at this time did I realize that many of the rituals I had learned were actually traditions that took centuries to develop and evolve. Not only would I find out that there is more than one way to skin a "Maror" but that often "my" traditions were in the minority. So why was this seder different from all other seders?
Passover demands many things from its followers. Not only do we have to rid leavened products from our diet but from our homes and every thing we come in contact with. We are not even allowed to own products that might become leavened. Typically one will start cleaning the house a few weeks before the holiday but the end game from house to house is similar, but come seder night each table can look distinctly different.
Just look at the Haroseth on the table. This food is meant to remind us of the hardship of slavery, perhaps symbolic of the mortar that held the bricks together and yet is usually a sweet dish. It may have apples, honey, dates, prune juice, cinnamon, walnuts, raisins or other dried fruits. Haroseth is one of the main guests on our seder plate and yet a myriad of traditions as to what this dish is and to what is symbolizes.
One of the main complications in traditions comes from the tradition of some to not eat certain foods which are not outright forbidden but have been removed from the "fly list" by years and years of practice. This becomes an issue when inviting other people over, but if we can remember that each person's tradition can be mutually honored than a solution will present itself.
I can't help think about the future of our traditions. What of the traditions that we have now will my children take with them and what rituals will they adopt along the way. Adopting and inventing are two things that come hard for me even though intellectually I believe it is good. My life partner and I have similar Passover traditions so we have less tension around holiday ritual, but perhaps those tensions are used to expand our horizons, like me and the Romaine lettuce which I now find out has a very substantial following and even stronger Halachic background. I can't go back on my radish for Karpas though. I draw the line at having the radish to dip in salt water.
For me the seder is complete when I see the radish because I can hear my father (even when he is doing his seder far away in his home) say with an ironic voice. "... and now we will eat the radish...a green vegetable...(laugh laugh)...borei pri HaAdomah". My father always says the word Adomah with a Yiddish accent. It was only later in life when my Hebrew was a bit better that I understood the double-entendre...since Adomah (meaning the earth but also the color red) accurately describes the color of the radish too.
Next year in Jerusalem! (with lots of radishes)
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Forget It
It is Passover time. It is spring and that means chocolate covered food products, odd shaped bread, budding romances, and sharing your home with friends and family, but before we can get to all that we need to prepare. Yup time to clean out the old in preparation for the new.
One theory goes that when most homes were heated using coal, by the end of the winter the grime needed to be cleaned out of the system. Spring afforded the first opportunity to open the windows and sweep the chimney. If you were already sweeping out the chimney you had to move everything outside (or cover it). This prompted a whole series of cleaning issues and so the cleaning would go on ad nauseum until the end of spring.
My theory goes farther back. I like to believe that our holiday cycle is tied with agrarian roots. Since wheat was a major stabilizer for the home unit the wheat cycle dictated many holiday practices. At the end of the winter, families would clean out their granary before harvesting the new. The importance can not be downplayed. Old grain will spoil and jeopardize the new harvest so thorough cleaning is a matter of feast or famish. Clearing out the old created a temporary excess of food. This late winter excess was now "use it or loose it". So people partied. Sort of a last hurah before the harvest. After all the status of the crops was already determined, time to party. This is the carnival season. Once the goodies are consumed you are left with only the bare minimum to scrape through until the grain is processed, this would be the period of austerity, Passover, Lent etc.
In the Passover ritual we are focused on leavened and unleavened bread. It is well documented that the ancient Egyptians mastered the arts of yeast in bread and beer. The Egyptians were advanced in many sciences and food production was no exception. Leavened breads became a symbol of the dynasty while anything not Egyptian was unleavened. If on the passover holiday we are emphasising our not Egyptian qualities no better way to embody the message but by forbiddening yeasted products.
I want to know if we can clear out the chametz we have in our minds, get rid of our spiritual chametz, detox the chametz completly out of the system. Can we dislodge those stuck chametzadik memories and stubborn qualities from our mind, or can we filter out so that essentially the memories do not exist.
I always wondered about meditation as a way to control these thoughts. I know that some people use yoga or meditation and such but I had one bad experience with meditation and I can't imagine trying again. I won't go into the details but lets just say it involved a certain mention of JC (who is not my father!).
I find it rather funny that about a month before Passover (from Purim on, perhaps) bread ceases to be bread but it is seen as chametz. I wonder if we end up eating more of it (to make up for what we will be denied) or less of it (in psychic preperation for the unleavened hoiday)? There also seem to be a few weirdos that think it is some kind of a mitzva to not eat bread before Passover starts. Guess what? It is no mitzva. So essen mine kinder. I don't know how many of you feel this way, but after we have cleaned and scrubbed and burned and rid our selves of chametz, the first crumbs of matza that "soil" the kitchen counter are like holy water on the altar. We need a little mess in our lives, even if it is K4P.
In the end, this time period, is all about cleaning. Interestingly we do not focus on the spiritual cleaning. We reserve the spiritual cleaning for after the summer, before we return to the fields to plant. That is when we need divine intervention the most. The Passover season is saying thanks for the intervention that we have been gifted with. Now we have to grab a dust buster and get cracking. So enough blogging and more cleaning. Oh, by the way, don't forget to empty your recycle bin and sent items etc. Don' t focus on the past. Move on to the future.
Chag Sameach - Happy Holiday
BTW:
In the next Blog I will be asking you about your holiday memories. If you have any you want to share with me I might include them in the blog!
One theory goes that when most homes were heated using coal, by the end of the winter the grime needed to be cleaned out of the system. Spring afforded the first opportunity to open the windows and sweep the chimney. If you were already sweeping out the chimney you had to move everything outside (or cover it). This prompted a whole series of cleaning issues and so the cleaning would go on ad nauseum until the end of spring.
My theory goes farther back. I like to believe that our holiday cycle is tied with agrarian roots. Since wheat was a major stabilizer for the home unit the wheat cycle dictated many holiday practices. At the end of the winter, families would clean out their granary before harvesting the new. The importance can not be downplayed. Old grain will spoil and jeopardize the new harvest so thorough cleaning is a matter of feast or famish. Clearing out the old created a temporary excess of food. This late winter excess was now "use it or loose it". So people partied. Sort of a last hurah before the harvest. After all the status of the crops was already determined, time to party. This is the carnival season. Once the goodies are consumed you are left with only the bare minimum to scrape through until the grain is processed, this would be the period of austerity, Passover, Lent etc.
In the Passover ritual we are focused on leavened and unleavened bread. It is well documented that the ancient Egyptians mastered the arts of yeast in bread and beer. The Egyptians were advanced in many sciences and food production was no exception. Leavened breads became a symbol of the dynasty while anything not Egyptian was unleavened. If on the passover holiday we are emphasising our not Egyptian qualities no better way to embody the message but by forbiddening yeasted products.
I want to know if we can clear out the chametz we have in our minds, get rid of our spiritual chametz, detox the chametz completly out of the system. Can we dislodge those stuck chametzadik memories and stubborn qualities from our mind, or can we filter out so that essentially the memories do not exist.
I always wondered about meditation as a way to control these thoughts. I know that some people use yoga or meditation and such but I had one bad experience with meditation and I can't imagine trying again. I won't go into the details but lets just say it involved a certain mention of JC (who is not my father!).
I find it rather funny that about a month before Passover (from Purim on, perhaps) bread ceases to be bread but it is seen as chametz. I wonder if we end up eating more of it (to make up for what we will be denied) or less of it (in psychic preperation for the unleavened hoiday)? There also seem to be a few weirdos that think it is some kind of a mitzva to not eat bread before Passover starts. Guess what? It is no mitzva. So essen mine kinder. I don't know how many of you feel this way, but after we have cleaned and scrubbed and burned and rid our selves of chametz, the first crumbs of matza that "soil" the kitchen counter are like holy water on the altar. We need a little mess in our lives, even if it is K4P.
In the end, this time period, is all about cleaning. Interestingly we do not focus on the spiritual cleaning. We reserve the spiritual cleaning for after the summer, before we return to the fields to plant. That is when we need divine intervention the most. The Passover season is saying thanks for the intervention that we have been gifted with. Now we have to grab a dust buster and get cracking. So enough blogging and more cleaning. Oh, by the way, don't forget to empty your recycle bin and sent items etc. Don' t focus on the past. Move on to the future.
Chag Sameach - Happy Holiday
BTW:
In the next Blog I will be asking you about your holiday memories. If you have any you want to share with me I might include them in the blog!
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Upgrading My Memory
I don't remember what I wrote about last week. I don't even remember what I had for breakfast. Do you think in the future we will be able to upgrade our memory? Think about it. Our memories must be stored in cells in our brain and the common thought is that we do not utilize 100% of our memory capability.
As an example:
Imagine that the website, "Facebook" represents the total body of knowledge in the universe. Then we are most definitively screwed.
It is well accepted that cinnamon can boost your memory capability. I read that and after about thirty or forty lines of "premo cinnamo" (also know on the street as Smacker Jacks, Having a Lemur on Your Back, Sri Lankan Puddle Brown, and the bewildering Buns), my memory was increased so large I completely forgot what the hell I was doing. When the best they can say is that "...[cinnamon] could help the memory", that isn't what I am looking for. That's like saying "you may prevent forest fires" , or "alcohol can kill brain...things in your head amjig.", or that "12 million tons of concrete may make the Hoover dam.". Okay so that last one might be true but the point is I need a sure thing, and not a boost either, I need full throttle supersonic rocket ignited acceleration for my deadened memory cells.
It won't be long before someone comes up with a way to change our diet, take a drug, or somehow change the chemical properties or the physical properties of the brain that will increase our memory capabilities. How about that?
On the down side we will be flooded with e-mails spamming us with subject lines like: "Add 5% to Your Capabilities Today!". I suppose it will also cut down on the number of times I can be excused for something because I forgot.
We may talk about, not brain transplants, but brain expansion kits. Would that be 128 GB? or did you want to add the super 1T size? If we do not use all of our current capability, what is the best guess for total memory function. That's right 100% maxed out ability. Unfortunately when I tried Goo Gooing this question most sites referred to my memory abilities. Anything would be an improvement for improving my memory, even a swift kick in the medial temporal lobe will knock a few memories loose and clear out some free cells (which would immediately be snapped up by important plot twists in Gilligan's Island episode number 30 in which the Skipper gets cracked on the head and he loses his memory).
I am sure the military is already working on this problem and if not than the comic book industry would do well to create their next super hero from memory enhancement therapies. Can you imagine, "Deep in the heart of Up To Know Good Labs scientists have isolated a new protein from the neural core of a Norwegian Sweat Moth that is so powerful they think it will give normal people the memory capability of..well of a Norwegian Moth. But who to test it on?"
My guess is that there would be no lack of volunteers for the trials. The only problem is reminding the volunteers to show up on time.
"Oh, that was TODAY. Sorry I have a very important toenail to cremate."
Now if we could upgrade our memories, in what way would you like to be able to upgrade? Would you like to be able to store more memory? to have a faster recall, to be able to remember things down to the minute details? Perhaps one of the upgrades will be to more efficiently erase bad memories keeping only the good stuff for long term storage.
I'm guessing that we don't want to mess with this stuff. I kind of like not remembering everything. Sure it would be nice if I could remember ALL of my kids names but hey, 50% is passing...I think. Upgrading memory might just be a case of TMI. I mean, there has to be a healthy level of information and beyond that we just end up thinking too much and we don't want people thinking too much, especially Californians.
In the western expanse of North America, the same land that brought us, "Total Recall" and "Willard", we now find out that researchers have been able to revive "old memories in mice!" I didn't read the entire article (I think...well maybe I did) but I would be scared to revive old memories of rodents with sharp claws and teeth using psychodelic drugs and possible electro-shock therapy.. I mean isn't that what slugs are for.
I love how at the end of the article the researcher from Boston University supports the idea of rodents and "mental time travel". So were the mice the only recipients of the drug therapy?
So now we not only have a super hero whose memory is too big for his pants (or whatever) and now we have very angry mice with stimulated rodent memories that can travel time and are right now...even as we speak...looking for their car keys.
On the East coast however researchers think they are closer to cracking the memory caper. Scientists were able to isolate specific neurons that controlled specific memories. That's right! They could remove the neuron and remove the memory altogether. They say this proves that memories are physical rather than conceptual. I think it means we should watch out for MIT guys with sharp pointed sticks. Perhaps someday they will be able to create new memories and plant them in our brains and we wouldn't know the difference. Hmmmm. Now where was I last summer?
Of course this is only in the future. For now our world is safe from four legged memory perturbed rabies monsters. Has anyone seen my car keys?
(Please share this with a friend, another human, or even with a Californian.)
As an example:
Imagine that the website, "Facebook" represents the total body of knowledge in the universe. Then we are most definitively screwed.
It is well accepted that cinnamon can boost your memory capability. I read that and after about thirty or forty lines of "premo cinnamo" (also know on the street as Smacker Jacks, Having a Lemur on Your Back, Sri Lankan Puddle Brown, and the bewildering Buns), my memory was increased so large I completely forgot what the hell I was doing. When the best they can say is that "...[cinnamon] could help the memory", that isn't what I am looking for. That's like saying "you may prevent forest fires" , or "alcohol can kill brain...things in your head amjig.", or that "12 million tons of concrete may make the Hoover dam.". Okay so that last one might be true but the point is I need a sure thing, and not a boost either, I need full throttle supersonic rocket ignited acceleration for my deadened memory cells.
It won't be long before someone comes up with a way to change our diet, take a drug, or somehow change the chemical properties or the physical properties of the brain that will increase our memory capabilities. How about that?
On the down side we will be flooded with e-mails spamming us with subject lines like: "Add 5% to Your Capabilities Today!". I suppose it will also cut down on the number of times I can be excused for something because I forgot.
We may talk about, not brain transplants, but brain expansion kits. Would that be 128 GB? or did you want to add the super 1T size? If we do not use all of our current capability, what is the best guess for total memory function. That's right 100% maxed out ability. Unfortunately when I tried Goo Gooing this question most sites referred to my memory abilities. Anything would be an improvement for improving my memory, even a swift kick in the medial temporal lobe will knock a few memories loose and clear out some free cells (which would immediately be snapped up by important plot twists in Gilligan's Island episode number 30 in which the Skipper gets cracked on the head and he loses his memory).
I am sure the military is already working on this problem and if not than the comic book industry would do well to create their next super hero from memory enhancement therapies. Can you imagine, "Deep in the heart of Up To Know Good Labs scientists have isolated a new protein from the neural core of a Norwegian Sweat Moth that is so powerful they think it will give normal people the memory capability of..well of a Norwegian Moth. But who to test it on?"
My guess is that there would be no lack of volunteers for the trials. The only problem is reminding the volunteers to show up on time.
"Oh, that was TODAY. Sorry I have a very important toenail to cremate."
Now if we could upgrade our memories, in what way would you like to be able to upgrade? Would you like to be able to store more memory? to have a faster recall, to be able to remember things down to the minute details? Perhaps one of the upgrades will be to more efficiently erase bad memories keeping only the good stuff for long term storage.
I'm guessing that we don't want to mess with this stuff. I kind of like not remembering everything. Sure it would be nice if I could remember ALL of my kids names but hey, 50% is passing...I think. Upgrading memory might just be a case of TMI. I mean, there has to be a healthy level of information and beyond that we just end up thinking too much and we don't want people thinking too much, especially Californians.
In the western expanse of North America, the same land that brought us, "Total Recall" and "Willard", we now find out that researchers have been able to revive "old memories in mice!" I didn't read the entire article (I think...well maybe I did) but I would be scared to revive old memories of rodents with sharp claws and teeth using psychodelic drugs and possible electro-shock therapy.. I mean isn't that what slugs are for.
I love how at the end of the article the researcher from Boston University supports the idea of rodents and "mental time travel". So were the mice the only recipients of the drug therapy?
So now we not only have a super hero whose memory is too big for his pants (or whatever) and now we have very angry mice with stimulated rodent memories that can travel time and are right now...even as we speak...looking for their car keys.
On the East coast however researchers think they are closer to cracking the memory caper. Scientists were able to isolate specific neurons that controlled specific memories. That's right! They could remove the neuron and remove the memory altogether. They say this proves that memories are physical rather than conceptual. I think it means we should watch out for MIT guys with sharp pointed sticks. Perhaps someday they will be able to create new memories and plant them in our brains and we wouldn't know the difference. Hmmmm. Now where was I last summer?
Of course this is only in the future. For now our world is safe from four legged memory perturbed rabies monsters. Has anyone seen my car keys?
(Please share this with a friend, another human, or even with a Californian.)
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Stronger Memories
So you have brushed your teeth and are about to climb into bed when something reminds you of a memory. Sometimes, for me, it is a song that is playing, an advertisement on the radio, a smell, or just random neurons that fire in a logic that defies all logic. My wife and I like to refer to this phenomenon as "synapses". Does this happen to you?
Now if the memory was a good one, it might ease the transition to REM, but if it is a painful memory it might be enough to postpone the much desired sleep until the wee (I think this refers to the mid hours of the night when I usually have the urge to get up and pee) hours of the night.
So on such a given night I might lay awake trying to find away to exorcise the bad feelings, perhaps by replacing them with a more positive memory. I also like to try and run fantasy scenarios in my head to distract me, but I find I have to put a lot of effort into designing a fantasy or conjuring that good-vibed memory chock full of restorative energy that I start to wonder if "bad" memories are stronger than "good" memories.
So for this blog it is off to Goo Goo land. So I first delve into an article in Psychology Today entitled, "All Memory Is Not Created Equal--Positive Memory Seepage", in the introduction I learned that, "Intrusive thoughts are not just bad thoughts or flashbacks. They can be intrusive from positive memories as well."
So now I am completely screwed, not only do bad thoughts intrude on my personage but good ones too? Now I just want to block out everything. According to the article good memories are easier to recall than bad and that the bad memories serve an important function for "emotional reinforcement". Wow, if bad memories provide emotional reinforcement than I am Fort Knox.
I am not even close to being the only person blogging about this too. There seems to be a lot of discussion regarding emotional influence on our memories. I think that makes some sense to me, that events that inspired stronger emotions will have a longer staying power and I would imagine a greater chance to work their way into my life when I least expect it. That is probably why I don't remember any French even though I studied it for (gulp) seven years of hard labor..or is that laború or something. I was never inspired by my French studies and my only achievement was to juggle for my French teacher which at the very least amused her. It didn't help when she said, "Ah now we know what you are good at." Of course, she might have said something else, I didn't really understand because she said it in French (I think). I did learn something in French class though. I can ask for a cheese omelette but that is about it, on the other hand I can tell you what I was wearing and what I ate for lunch the day I sneezed all over Laurie S. (name withheld for the sake of some privacy and because my brain has erased some vital memory slots reserved for remembering all the words to every Monty Python sketch ever written) in Junior High. I went to an "open" junior high and so literally everybody in the school could see and hear my faux pas (more French!) as I covered the back of her head with adolescent snot molecules. Sure, you couldn't really see anything, but the coodie patrol was all over it. Actually, I think only I noticed it and that Laurie was rather non-chalant (French ?)..or as non-chalant as any young female teen can be, but to me I had dropped my pants in front of the entire school only to realize I was wearing Spider-Man pajama briefs underneath. This is a memory that will stick with me for the rest of my life and I would not describe it as particularly positive to me although if I saw it in a movie, or as a commercial for industrial strength shampoo it might cause a chuckle or two.
Now if the memory was a good one, it might ease the transition to REM, but if it is a painful memory it might be enough to postpone the much desired sleep until the wee (I think this refers to the mid hours of the night when I usually have the urge to get up and pee) hours of the night.
So on such a given night I might lay awake trying to find away to exorcise the bad feelings, perhaps by replacing them with a more positive memory. I also like to try and run fantasy scenarios in my head to distract me, but I find I have to put a lot of effort into designing a fantasy or conjuring that good-vibed memory chock full of restorative energy that I start to wonder if "bad" memories are stronger than "good" memories.
So for this blog it is off to Goo Goo land. So I first delve into an article in Psychology Today entitled, "All Memory Is Not Created Equal--Positive Memory Seepage", in the introduction I learned that, "Intrusive thoughts are not just bad thoughts or flashbacks. They can be intrusive from positive memories as well."
So now I am completely screwed, not only do bad thoughts intrude on my personage but good ones too? Now I just want to block out everything. According to the article good memories are easier to recall than bad and that the bad memories serve an important function for "emotional reinforcement". Wow, if bad memories provide emotional reinforcement than I am Fort Knox.
I am not even close to being the only person blogging about this too. There seems to be a lot of discussion regarding emotional influence on our memories. I think that makes some sense to me, that events that inspired stronger emotions will have a longer staying power and I would imagine a greater chance to work their way into my life when I least expect it. That is probably why I don't remember any French even though I studied it for (gulp) seven years of hard labor..or is that laború or something. I was never inspired by my French studies and my only achievement was to juggle for my French teacher which at the very least amused her. It didn't help when she said, "Ah now we know what you are good at." Of course, she might have said something else, I didn't really understand because she said it in French (I think). I did learn something in French class though. I can ask for a cheese omelette but that is about it, on the other hand I can tell you what I was wearing and what I ate for lunch the day I sneezed all over Laurie S. (name withheld for the sake of some privacy and because my brain has erased some vital memory slots reserved for remembering all the words to every Monty Python sketch ever written) in Junior High. I went to an "open" junior high and so literally everybody in the school could see and hear my faux pas (more French!) as I covered the back of her head with adolescent snot molecules. Sure, you couldn't really see anything, but the coodie patrol was all over it. Actually, I think only I noticed it and that Laurie was rather non-chalant (French ?)..or as non-chalant as any young female teen can be, but to me I had dropped my pants in front of the entire school only to realize I was wearing Spider-Man pajama briefs underneath. This is a memory that will stick with me for the rest of my life and I would not describe it as particularly positive to me although if I saw it in a movie, or as a commercial for industrial strength shampoo it might cause a chuckle or two.
If everybody including scientific studies say that positive memories are more accessible and long lasting than negative ones, why do I feel like the bad memories are winning the war for emotional balance? Why do I struggle with blocking memories? Perhaps if I can really relax the good memories will eventually win and the bad memories will subside and retire deep into my brain stem unless, of course, I have to sneeze again.
Cheese omelette anybody?
Cheese omelette anybody?
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Something Between Black and White
I imagine this will start to sound like a movie review and to some extent it is but to some extent it isn't. So where to start? If it were possible, I wish I could see a movie and have one reaction to it and then see it again in a different place and at a different time and my feelings towards the movie would be completely different. This is a hard experiment to create because our memories can be so vivid that re-watching the same movie has the power to transport us back to the time we first watched it and therefore not really see the same movie but in a different way, rather we are seeing the same movie in the same way we saw it the first time even if physically we are in a different spot. Sometimes, however, there are naturally born opportunities that create such an experiment.
For instance, the movie "Flight of the Phoenix", a 2004 movie about how survivors of a plane crash in the Mongolian desert work together to build a new plane. It is a movie that examines human reaction in the face of certain death. It examines issues of hope and it examines questioning leadership, but in truth I didn't really have much of a reaction to the movie when I saw it except to feel really hot and sweaty which is normal for me because I live in a desert; although I would like to think I am not stranded here.
Now we jump a few years into the future to the 2012 Liam Neeson starred, "The Grey" about survivors of a plane crash in the Alaskan outback being chased by wolves and, without reveling any spoilers, fight the wolves and the elements until the wind bitten end.
This time however, the movie for me at least was empirically metaphorical. In truth, at the beginning of the movie I was thinking that this was a remake of "Flight of the Phoenix" but just made on the snow and snarling CGI wolves, but then something changed. I think my opinion changed when the Liam Neeson character referred to a poem that was written by his father (in the movie):
Once more into the fray
into the last good fight I will ever know
Live and die on this day
Live and die on this day
Now on the surface...the two aforementioned movies should have affected me the same, but the later emotional took me places the first did not. I attribute this to two main reasons. The first reason is the slight differences in the production of the movies. The first being the nature of a the movie. "Grey" is cold and calculated, "Phoenix" is hot and slow paced. In "Phoenix" the build up is to a one possible escape scenario. "Grey" is about staring down the ultimate possibility and continuing anyway. "Phoenix" is a movie. "Grey" is a visual metaphor. "Phoenix" is to be watched with popcorn and lots of cold beverage. "Grey" to be watched while you are huddling beneath a warm blanket shared with only your sacred trust (and perhaps hot chocolate). The second reason has nothing to do with the movie but with where I am at (mentally, physically, emotionally) right now. In truth I don't like scary movies I never have, but with "The Grey" I was able to see beyond the celluloid (digital or otherwise) and construct an understanding of the art that is beneficial to me. I am looking for art that will not only relate to me but will help me process.
"Time wounds all heals" or so we learn. Sometimes, the passage of time is a mysterious curtain that allows you to try and peek beyond it, beyond into the past and if we are lucky to contemplate our lives from two different points on the curve of time.
When the lights come on after "Phoenix" the dangers of the expansive desert are behind you, but with "Grey" you leave the theatre and enter the cold world filled with unexpected realities and dangers with white sharp teeth and yet you, as the voyeur, are armed with a renewed strength to jump "once more into the fray".
For instance, the movie "Flight of the Phoenix", a 2004 movie about how survivors of a plane crash in the Mongolian desert work together to build a new plane. It is a movie that examines human reaction in the face of certain death. It examines issues of hope and it examines questioning leadership, but in truth I didn't really have much of a reaction to the movie when I saw it except to feel really hot and sweaty which is normal for me because I live in a desert; although I would like to think I am not stranded here.
Now we jump a few years into the future to the 2012 Liam Neeson starred, "The Grey" about survivors of a plane crash in the Alaskan outback being chased by wolves and, without reveling any spoilers, fight the wolves and the elements until the wind bitten end.
This time however, the movie for me at least was empirically metaphorical. In truth, at the beginning of the movie I was thinking that this was a remake of "Flight of the Phoenix" but just made on the snow and snarling CGI wolves, but then something changed. I think my opinion changed when the Liam Neeson character referred to a poem that was written by his father (in the movie):
Once more into the fray
into the last good fight I will ever know
Live and die on this day
Live and die on this day
"Time wounds all heals" or so we learn. Sometimes, the passage of time is a mysterious curtain that allows you to try and peek beyond it, beyond into the past and if we are lucky to contemplate our lives from two different points on the curve of time.
When the lights come on after "Phoenix" the dangers of the expansive desert are behind you, but with "Grey" you leave the theatre and enter the cold world filled with unexpected realities and dangers with white sharp teeth and yet you, as the voyeur, are armed with a renewed strength to jump "once more into the fray".
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