For the next time, would you visit directly my other blog?
For the next time, would you visit directly my other blog?
Disdain, vexations, cast aside, harried, epiphany, squandered, tailgated, mitigate, knuckleheads, larking, stalemate, coevals, tell-tale, deleterious, presbycusis…
Let’s make one sentence with all these words!
Forget it… Just kidding.
All these are words that are flying around and I am not able to figure out, right away, the meaning for them. I have to dig into “googlictionary” [nice made up word, doesn’t it?] to patch the holes. But I would like to put them in my lines. Oh, uhh… I just did it, for all of them!
I am an awful lazy person and I enjoy the fact that I am not alone being so. However, I impose myself on writing, at least, one little hundred words each day. Is it a little or not?
I have a bad habit to start following an idea but with the irrepressible desire to have everything very clear and, par consequence, I look to describe every single concept and so I find myself on a cluttered path to nowhere. It is as describing, by words, the way out of Labyrinth to someone who knows nothing either about English or about Labyrinth or even is deaf. It is so frustrating…
I hope you got the idea or you need more explanations?
Each time – right now it happens again – when, so seldom, I am in the mood to write, once I start suddenly appear, from nowhere, a lot of ideas which link some other ideas and all this bunch of ideas asks for a way out from my head at once. It happens much faster that my search for words in English – which is not my main language in the day-by-day life. And happens also when I am on my way to/from work or [!!!] at work.
Right now I am in the cafeteria, enjoying, more or less, my lunch, reading a Pocket saved article (The Useless Agony of Going Offline) and eavesdropping to what people around me are chatting. The above brief collection of words represents some of those, either from the text I am reading or from the people who are talking next to me or just they are flying around (the words, not the people).
The language, other than the mother tongue, is a mask. We hope to be in hiding behind it. Because we don’t completely absorb the sense of the words we find ourself in the position to put “en place” our own sense.
Here comes the meaning to belong to a culture and the paraphrase of “my country is my language” which describes it. Wherever the country is.
By the way, do you know what “Stockholm Syndrom” is?
couldn’t agree more…
Source: Being A Male
I am sure everyone already knows these by personal experience but is nice to see it put together in this way (from lifehack).
If I wasn’t already caught by this slippery subject, of “pursuing happiness”, maybe I never was looking at this post. Maybe is too much to be said but “I am not looking for happiness, I am looking at happiness”.
As I can figure out, the happiness is not the goal but a by-product of life. It is neither the travel nor the destination of the whole life, but we might “stumble upon“, someday, somewhere, along the path.
We still can improve our condition by the mean of gratitude: here comes the essence of the above-mentioned post.
The Happiness is a state of Mind.
A released Austrian study has people across the Internet buzzing about a possible link between those who drink black coffee and psychopathy.
I like black coffee!
Where I lost my axe …? Now I have to do it with the chainsaw…
I have some comments to add to this material.
Please see the source; the comments are under each of original titles.
Our skills to judge, in a glimpse, the person who just bypassed, who is introduced to us or who comes to us as a candidate looking for our votes, belong to feeling side rather than to logical side of our self. During the steep and very long path from the dark deeps of the beginnings until today, the Evolution endowed us with the necessary tools to keep us far enough from the danger. So, the feeling side is much closer to the instincts, which keep us alive, than the logical side, which takes to much time to yield a life-saving result.
Years ago I used to “entertain” my acquaintances with the graphological analysis of their handwriting. At the first sight, this seems to be something like divination, a kind of pseudo-science. It is based on observations and patterning: some traits of handwriting seem to be more often viewed for a certain type of personalities.
The link between the hands activity and the cortex stood at the core of the studies about the human evolution because the complexity of hand movements is directly reflected in the flexibility and versatility of human cortex. Among the complex movements of hands are the handwriting, the play of a musical instrument, the use of tools and so on.
In our technologized word the analysis of handwriting is no more a feature that gives a path to understanding the behavior and personality of someone because the handwriting is replaced with (hand)texting.
The fluidity and the harmony of the handwriting (that means each word is written with a continuous movement for the whole length, with all the words separated with clear white spaces) show up a very high level of intellectual activity where the flow of thoughts is faster than the flow of the words that come from the tip of the pen. In our days, a Ph.D. person might have a very handicapped form of handwriting and, from here, the interpretation of his/her personality would be awfully wrong.
A grinning note comes here: the handwriting is performed with an instrument as a pen or alike. This NOT apply for the writing made by hands on the tiny keyboards of the gadgets.
Once, I had to take the Lüscher color test. Meanwhile, I learned it is no more used as before but still gives some (amazingly) good precision; there are some other tests which show better what is behind our forehead.
Back then, I was completely thrilled by the accuracy of this test. During my teen years, I was looking for some meanings of my existence. The hard work for school gave me enough good impression about myself but, anyway, I was looking for some crystal ball capable of telling me more about who I am and what can I expect from my type of personality.
Nothing was able to give me the long searched for the answer. Until then, when the Lüscher test gave me all the details in a concise and clear language.
Indeed, the preference of colors tells a lot about us and must not be a disputed territory (as the Latin adagio says: De gustibus et coloribus non est disputandum – google for it!).