Month: December, 2012

Science Faction

Imagination

It is often said that ‘thoughts become reality’…Thinking on this, I began wondering about the stigma against the placebo effect… Indeed because of the nature of the deception it is bad however, the result could be positive in some instances.  It’s definitely a case for another matter, but the concept of thoughts becoming reality seems to hold true for me.

As a child my thoughts ran wild.  I suppose they still do, but as an adult the things I imagine don’t seem as fun.  Imagining the carpet was hot lava, or a pile of couch cushions as an impenetrable fortress, or fighting my way through a series of ‘bad guys’ to save my girl friend seemed more fun than imagining which chore I’m going to cross off my to-do list.  Most often I would imagine a plethora of friends to play with, not because I was lonely, but because I was bored.  Those thoughts became a reality.  But today when I’m bored, the thought of imagining hanging with friends seems silly since I can easily go and see them– Being an adult does have some advantages…With all the gadgets and wizardry available it seems I don’t have to use my imagination as much because there is less time for me to be bored.

Technology has made my life easier only when I compare it to a different time period– Periods where imagination was greater than the technology available. However, it’s interesting that most people still refer to ‘a simpler time’, which always includes ‘low tech’, but a much more vivid imagination.  It seems as though the creators of high-tech gadgets have a lot of imagination, and the exchange of their useful imagination is the unused imagination of others.  In the near future, when I look back on this time with the feeling of ‘it was a simpler time’, while speeding about in my automated vehicle, powered by the sun, I’ll l imagine what will come next, not because I’m bored, but because I’m curious.

There have been instances where I think about my imaginary friends from childhood– Those lucky bastards didn’t age, but I did.  And as an adult, I’ve thought about being an imaginary friend (being that ‘this world is an illusion, albeit a very persistent one…’ [Albert Einstein]). Indeed it sounds strange, but the field of science has proven it.  Interestingly, science still continues to be quite critical despite having proved itself to be an inconsistent study based on the evidence that our 5 primary senses can and are constantly fooled.  Furthermore, scientific evidence proves that the person(s) administering experiments can effect the outcome.

This funny little paradox makes it seems as though science itself is a bit of a placebo…

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The Hunter Has Become The Huntress: Holiday Edition

Holiday Huntress in Natural Habitat

It’s The Thought That Counts…

While most people condemn the holiday season and dismiss it as nothing more than hyped-up commercialism gone wild, it does bring together the shopper and the non-shopper.  The seasoned shopper who hunts for bargains regularly in the wild is well trained for the Christmas season.  They can be done early, or leave it until closer to D-day; in either case they know how to find the great deal and the right gift.  The non-shopper, the retired shopper who hasn’t had to hunt for bargains since last year makes a rare appearance in the bustling department stores and malls in an attempt to use their aged skills to sniff out a good deal.  However, with the added stress of the season, and a daunting ‘to-buy’ list, those out-0f-shape shoppers just aren’t fit for the retail jungle.  Furthermore, most non-shoppers believe their grocery hunting skills with suffice during the shopping madness.

The union of the the top and bottom hunters are overwhelming for the slew of ‘seasonal help’ hires, who are tasked with the learning curve of the job, and the attitude of the ‘past-thier-prime’ hunters.  This fact alone–togetherness is a good reason to rejoice. Furthermore, tis’ the season for merriment, so the sales associates’ rehearsed smile and glazed eyes shouldn’t be held against them.  With the exhausting extended hours, long lines, and product scarcity, it comes down to one thing: it’s the thought that counts.

Attitude is everything. In most cases shopping for oneself is a therapeutic experience– but because the holidays are usually about shopping for someone else, the focus then turns to ‘everyone else’.  And once the shift happens, most people become frustrated with what others are doing, because it is usually not in sync with what you want to do.  It’s usually only the grocery store hunting experience that requires a list, and interestingly it isn’t usually a pleasant experience (on weekends)– Shopping with any sort of list takes away for the enjoyable experience yet, once everyone is crossed off, the sense of accomplishment truly feels triumphant.

There are times when the hunt gets real physical between shoppers. It’s actually just Huntresses sharpening their skills in the field, because usually the battle is over whatever child’s toy is popular for the year.  This can take away from the shopping experience, so if you don’t feel prepared to get into a shopper’s ‘fight club’ where its the survival of the fittest, stick to shopping in the higher-end stores.  Those Wal-mart shoppers seem to be in a continuous training mode and can scrap with the best of them.

Of course no holiday hunt is complete without the Boxing Day Hunt Extravaganza– This is what all the days, months and years of training are all about.  For whatever reason, Boxing Day remains the Huntress’ ultimate warrior experience– It doesn’t even have to be a resource for it to be desired– as long as the deal is good, it’s as good as gone.  The melee that ensues on this day can only be described as…the cycle of life.

 

Re-read this, and had to bring it back because I think it’s rather clever.

My Not So Humble Opinion

Niccolo Machiavelli

Dear Machiavelli,

My friends want to throw me a bachelor party. Knowing them, it will involve strippers, booze, drugs, the works. I promised my fiancée I would stay away from that kind of stuff, but I’m really tempted to go, and I’d hate to let the guys down. What should I do?

Signed,

Tempted

My Liege,

I am unsure how to advise you in this instance, for your status in this world has much bearing on the matter. Are you a common man, or are you a prince? For it is well known that those actions which are considered most virtuous in a common man are in fact a vice in a prince, and that which would be vice for the lowest laborer is in fact raised to holy virtue when undertaken by a prince. Be you of the lower classes, stay true to your course and all…

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