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Thursday, October 18, 2007
The Right Brain vs Left Brain test
The Right Brain vs Left Brain test ... do you see the dancer turning clockwise or anti-clockwise?
If clockwise, then you use more of the right side of the brain and vice versa.Most of us would see the dancer turning anti-clockwise though you can try to focus and change the direction; see if you can do it.
| LEFT BRAIN FUNCTIONS uses logic detail oriented facts rule words and language present and past math and science can comprehend knowing acknowledges order/pattern perception knows object name reality based forms strategies practical safe | RIGHT BRAIN FUNCTIONS uses feeling "big picture" oriented imagination rules symbols and images present and future philosophy & religion can "get it" (i.e. meaning) believes appreciates spatial perception knows object function fantasy based presents possibilities impetuous risk taking |  |
Sunday, October 22, 2006
so, what of it....
So, what of fall? And what of migrating birds overhead, flying, running away from death while we fall behind. What of the many-winged flutter and mutter of people around us? And of seeing all of nature (other than us) moving hurriedly into unexistancehood?
I stand in the struggling-flowing rot of the city. I don’t know enough about the rot to speak of it conclusively so far, other than it’s worst in the Fall.
So, what of a notebook breaking down – and I finding myself crazily -- and on a quietly flowing midnight – in the strangest (yet vaguely familiar in a distant sort of way) of all places: Staring at a white and demanding piece of paper as my fingers lazily rotate a pen between them. I look at my fingers – not recognizing them and I ask:
The exquisite flutter of present tense….the now….the real: “I suddenly realize: it’s the real that is spread in front of me”. The present tense with a real pen and a real crisp-woody-whitish piece of paper, and real loneliness . The present tense is where I find myself.......and to my surprise it’s the only place where life is. So, this one time, this one night, without links or pictures – no information – no constant connectivity – no tags no comments – no unmet-imagined friends – no tempting fires behind the glass that always dance but never burn – so what of it if this one time, this one night, I live in the now, I live in the real?
I stand in the struggling-flowing rot of the city. I don’t know enough about the rot to speak of it conclusively so far, other than it’s worst in the Fall.
So, what of a notebook breaking down – and I finding myself crazily -- and on a quietly flowing midnight – in the strangest (yet vaguely familiar in a distant sort of way) of all places: Staring at a white and demanding piece of paper as my fingers lazily rotate a pen between them. I look at my fingers – not recognizing them and I ask:
“does this moment have motiony walls?”
“is this a real moment?”
“is this a real moment?”
The exquisite flutter of present tense….the now….the real: “I suddenly realize: it’s the real that is spread in front of me”. The present tense with a real pen and a real crisp-woody-whitish piece of paper, and real loneliness . The present tense is where I find myself.......and to my surprise it’s the only place where life is. So, this one time, this one night, without links or pictures – no information – no constant connectivity – no tags no comments – no unmet-imagined friends – no tempting fires behind the glass that always dance but never burn – so what of it if this one time, this one night, I live in the now, I live in the real?
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