There are a few things of interest for me to say today.
1. Ike Turner is dead.
Typically when I read about the deaths of people who have had some sort of musical influence I get pretty sad. Sad wasn’t really an emotion that I initially felt when I read about good old Ike. I’m not saying that I was happy to hear of it either. Just because someone was a bad abusive beater doesn’t mean that I think they should necessarily die. Basically I was confused. I was confused that I wasn’t sad and I was confused that I didn’t feel bad about not being sad and then I decided that I would just let it go. So I did.
2. Sticky Toffee Pudding Ice Cream is awesome.
Some time ago Haagan Dazs had a contest to find a new ice cream flavor. They narrowed it down from five finalists who got to create three versions of their product, get it reviewed by judges and then choose one ultimate example of what their flavor should be. The five finalists were: Chocolate malt, Toasted Coconut Sesame Brittle, Something with Fig, Cannoli, and Sticky Toffee Pudding. Out of those I wanted to taste the fig, the brittle, and the Sticky Toffee Pudding. I absolutely hate chocolate ice cream so the malt was out of the question and I have never been a huge fan of cannolis. At the first elimination the fig and Malt got the ax so the remaining three went cross country for taste tests. Apparently Sticky Toffee Pudding blew everyone out of the water and was ultimately named the winning flavor thus being put into production.
Sticky Toffee Pudding is sticky and there is some toffee type thing going on but it is definitely not a pudding in the sense that I would think of pudding. It is more like cake. In fact, it is like a moist delicious spice cake. It is then topped with a sticky toffee sauce. In fact, it is remarkably like Dave’s Gravy cake but with different flavors. It also has a name that you just can’t help but say. I wanted some!
Our neighborhood store doesn’t have the largest ice cream selection and I have not seen Sticky Toffee Pudding there. Months and months passed since I watched the pick a new flavor special on the food network and I had essentially forgotten about it. Then, while picking up my prescriptions I walked past the ice cream case and there it was. I had to pick some up. I want to hug it. The spice cake is simply wonderful and spicy and great. The Sticky toffee sauce is very sugary but simply divine. I am so glad they made it.
3. I heart dinosaurs
When I was younger I loved Dinosaurs. What kid didn’t? Last night on the National Geographic Channel there was some great dino stuff going on. First they found a pit of dinosaur fossils in China. There were hundreds of dinosaurs on site and in one particular pit they found five (4 different species) piled one on top of the other. How cool. Unfortunately, I was falling asleep and only got to understand some parts of the show. Luckily it taped so I can learn more later. That show was followed by one where they found a “dinomummy” and were going to put it though a cat scan. Awesome. I was totally asleep by that point but I watched a little this morning. You could see scales and everything and they learned that this species had a much bigger ass than was previously believed. It also had different sized scales which lead them to reconstruct a striped pattern on its body. I can’t wait to see what else they uncover. It made me feel five again.
1. We are two mariners/ Our ships sole survivors/ In this belly of a whale. _________, The Decemberists. Partially identified by Identified by Monica
2. To me/ Coming from you/ Friend is a four letter word/ End is the only part of the word/ That I heard. Friend is a Four Letter Word, Cake. Identified by Phil
3. I let the beast in too soon/I don't know how to live/ Without my hand on his throat/ I fight him always and still
4. Have mercy on me sir/ allow me to impose on you/ I have no place to stay/ And my bones are cold right through
5. Sleepwalking through the all night drugstore/ Baptized in flourescent light/ I found religion in the greeting card aisle/ And now I know Hallmark was right.
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Thursday, December 13, 2007
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
BYE BYE BOOKS
I have got to weight in on this thing that is Kindle. As a book and gadget lover, I am both excited and horrified by this product. In case you didn’t know, Kindle is a wireless device developed y Amazon.com that can download and store up to 200 books from a database of 90,000. It can also receive magazine and newspaper subscriptions. Kindle is about the size of a standard paperback and has a very high resolution and quite readable screen. Downloads take about one minute. I hear that the color resolution isn’t the best but unless you are reading science or children’s books that probably won’t be much of an issue. You can download first chapters of books for free and the most expensive titles are $9.99.
As a gadget this thing is pretty awesome. Sure the price tag is a little high ($399) but, like most gadgets that will very likely lower in the next few years. Kindle has a reported battery life of about 6 hours and that is extended if you turn the wireless features off. It fully recharges in two hours, which is a little long but could be much worse. It is light and thin and uses cell phone networks so you don’t’ have to be in a wi-fi hotspot to download your materials and it doesn’t have any wireless charges. You can even email yourself files for reading anything you wrote or some business type stuffs on the go. Everything you purchased is stored online so if you needed to clear space for a particular book you won’t be deleting something forever. You can click on a word you don’t know and look it up instantly. You’ll never need to bookmark a page, Kindle remembers
So why does it scare me? The answer is simple. I think we may be witnessing the downfall of the printed page. Any avid reader knows there is something about holding a book in your hand. You turn the pages and new stories unfold. As you read you can measure your progression by how many pages have moved from one side of the book to the other. You can tell how loved a book is by the creases in its binding and the notes scribbled in the margins (if you write in your books like I do). All of this is impossible with a machine. Well all except the notes, you can make annotations with this thing too.
Remember the smell of old books? Cherish it. In two generations it may be gone. I will always remember the smell of Happiness is a Warm Puppy. I don’t know if they used some kind of special paper or what but no other book I have ever read has smelled that way. Think of the way libraries look, both at home and in the public. The bookshelf could become an obsolete piece of furniture. There is a lot at stake here. Sure we love our books now but what about the kids who grow up with these things. How much cheaper would getting your books for college be with one? In 20 years how hard will it be to buy a real book?
I can’t promise I will never go digital. This product looks pretty amazing. I didn’t understand how awesome mp3 players were for years but my iPod has changed my life. Kindle could do the same thing for books that mp3 players have done for CDs. Who am I to say this is a bad thing? I can’t go into the bookstore and buy a brand new book for $9.99. I am safe for now because not only are they expensive but they are sold out on Amazon. Not to mention that the thought of having one kind of makes me want to vomit. The revolution is now.
As a gadget this thing is pretty awesome. Sure the price tag is a little high ($399) but, like most gadgets that will very likely lower in the next few years. Kindle has a reported battery life of about 6 hours and that is extended if you turn the wireless features off. It fully recharges in two hours, which is a little long but could be much worse. It is light and thin and uses cell phone networks so you don’t’ have to be in a wi-fi hotspot to download your materials and it doesn’t have any wireless charges. You can even email yourself files for reading anything you wrote or some business type stuffs on the go. Everything you purchased is stored online so if you needed to clear space for a particular book you won’t be deleting something forever. You can click on a word you don’t know and look it up instantly. You’ll never need to bookmark a page, Kindle remembers
So why does it scare me? The answer is simple. I think we may be witnessing the downfall of the printed page. Any avid reader knows there is something about holding a book in your hand. You turn the pages and new stories unfold. As you read you can measure your progression by how many pages have moved from one side of the book to the other. You can tell how loved a book is by the creases in its binding and the notes scribbled in the margins (if you write in your books like I do). All of this is impossible with a machine. Well all except the notes, you can make annotations with this thing too.
Remember the smell of old books? Cherish it. In two generations it may be gone. I will always remember the smell of Happiness is a Warm Puppy. I don’t know if they used some kind of special paper or what but no other book I have ever read has smelled that way. Think of the way libraries look, both at home and in the public. The bookshelf could become an obsolete piece of furniture. There is a lot at stake here. Sure we love our books now but what about the kids who grow up with these things. How much cheaper would getting your books for college be with one? In 20 years how hard will it be to buy a real book?
I can’t promise I will never go digital. This product looks pretty amazing. I didn’t understand how awesome mp3 players were for years but my iPod has changed my life. Kindle could do the same thing for books that mp3 players have done for CDs. Who am I to say this is a bad thing? I can’t go into the bookstore and buy a brand new book for $9.99. I am safe for now because not only are they expensive but they are sold out on Amazon. Not to mention that the thought of having one kind of makes me want to vomit. The revolution is now.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
VIDEO GAME REVOLUTION
Apparently this is real old news but it’s new to me and it makes me happy so I want to blog about it. About a year and a half ago a team of researchers at the National University of Singapore made a human Pacman game. Players wear VR goggles and see big cookies in the middle of the road that they run over to gobble up Pacman style. You can choose to be either a Pacman or a ghost and run around with your friends eating virtual cookies or chasing the ones who are eating virtual cookies. Does this sound like the best thing ever or what?
This product could change my life. I would want to leave the house and socialize with other people on a more regular basis. I would possibly even run a little bit which would not be a bad thing. I would stay outdoors for extended periods of time on a regular basis rather than the few days a year when I actually go to a festival or the beach or something like that. I would be the envy of everyone who didn't have this game and might even make some new friends.
Think of the other games that could be brought back to life with this type of technology. We could hunt many a Wumpus, we could Dig various Dugs, and we could invade space. Think of what would happen if the virtual gaming opportunities grew to include RPG classics. We could actually run around town playing Zelda or Kings Quest and scavenge for random goodies on the way. Instead of arcades we could have open air parks dedicated to people running around with goggles on their heads in various teams completing any goal their little hearts desired. The Wii got gamers moving again but this would get people off their couches like never before. Imagine the glory. It would be a dream.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t look like I will be getting human Pacman or any other virtual game any time soon. The equipment costs 10K-20K and I think a PS3 is too expensive. It also seems that one would have to program certain geographic areas into the game so that you don’t bump into things like buildings so playing areas would be limited and there seems to be no way to avoid moving things like cars and buses. In a city environment this could be quite dangerous. Then again, if my park arcade idea catches on maybe we would be onto something. I wonder how you can register non-playing people on the monitor or do you just run into everyone who isn’t plugged into GPS? Then again, if only players are allowed in the park arcade then everyone would have some sort of GPS signal. Maybe I am getting closer to the ultimate solution.
While the drawbacks are obviously many, the fact that the technology exists and is being improved constantly is incredibly exciting. Maybe a version of human Pacman that is affordable and doesn’t cause you to bump into things will be available before I can no longer walk. Here’s to hoping.
This Hear of Stone, Rolling Stones- I love this song. It is so utterly mean and horrible. Last night I watched John Tucker Must Die (I know I know I planned to fall asleep but didn’t) and this song is like John Tucker except that they did break his heart of stone hahaha.
History of Lovers, Iron & Wine- This is off one of the Iron and Wine albums that I downloaded after I decided that I wanted to listen to as much of their music as possible and then haven’t listened to. It has a great beat and while you could dance to it you would look like a cracked out hippie. Note to self: perfect an unrivaled hippie dance before Pitchfork Festival.
Stupid Girl, Garbage- Really? Really? Did this actually come on and am I actually excited about hearing it as I never put it on purposefully? Both things are true. Man am I ever enjoying this song. I miss the 90s so much.
This product could change my life. I would want to leave the house and socialize with other people on a more regular basis. I would possibly even run a little bit which would not be a bad thing. I would stay outdoors for extended periods of time on a regular basis rather than the few days a year when I actually go to a festival or the beach or something like that. I would be the envy of everyone who didn't have this game and might even make some new friends.
Think of the other games that could be brought back to life with this type of technology. We could hunt many a Wumpus, we could Dig various Dugs, and we could invade space. Think of what would happen if the virtual gaming opportunities grew to include RPG classics. We could actually run around town playing Zelda or Kings Quest and scavenge for random goodies on the way. Instead of arcades we could have open air parks dedicated to people running around with goggles on their heads in various teams completing any goal their little hearts desired. The Wii got gamers moving again but this would get people off their couches like never before. Imagine the glory. It would be a dream.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t look like I will be getting human Pacman or any other virtual game any time soon. The equipment costs 10K-20K and I think a PS3 is too expensive. It also seems that one would have to program certain geographic areas into the game so that you don’t bump into things like buildings so playing areas would be limited and there seems to be no way to avoid moving things like cars and buses. In a city environment this could be quite dangerous. Then again, if my park arcade idea catches on maybe we would be onto something. I wonder how you can register non-playing people on the monitor or do you just run into everyone who isn’t plugged into GPS? Then again, if only players are allowed in the park arcade then everyone would have some sort of GPS signal. Maybe I am getting closer to the ultimate solution.
While the drawbacks are obviously many, the fact that the technology exists and is being improved constantly is incredibly exciting. Maybe a version of human Pacman that is affordable and doesn’t cause you to bump into things will be available before I can no longer walk. Here’s to hoping.
This Hear of Stone, Rolling Stones- I love this song. It is so utterly mean and horrible. Last night I watched John Tucker Must Die (I know I know I planned to fall asleep but didn’t) and this song is like John Tucker except that they did break his heart of stone hahaha.
History of Lovers, Iron & Wine- This is off one of the Iron and Wine albums that I downloaded after I decided that I wanted to listen to as much of their music as possible and then haven’t listened to. It has a great beat and while you could dance to it you would look like a cracked out hippie. Note to self: perfect an unrivaled hippie dance before Pitchfork Festival.
Stupid Girl, Garbage- Really? Really? Did this actually come on and am I actually excited about hearing it as I never put it on purposefully? Both things are true. Man am I ever enjoying this song. I miss the 90s so much.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE ME A MONTHS VACATION SOMEWHERE ELSE
They are coming. There is nothing I can do about it but wait and be grossed out. People tell me not to be afraid, that they are harmless, fleeting. I can’t help it. They are disgusting, terrifying, and loud. They could be here any day. Yes, people, I am talking about the cicadas.
They are huge (1-2 inches) and loud (up to 106db) and super scary and gross looking. They burrow out from the ground and strive to climb as high as possible. In a city environment, that may only mean to the tops of blades of grass so be careful where you walk. The lucky ones that climb threes will have nice cozy spots to transition from the nymph to adult phase leaving gross molted cicada cases all over the place.
I am terrified. I realize that these creatures do not bite or sting or do anything particularly bad except make a loud noise and exist in large amounts. Many people I have talked to think I am overreacting. Last night, my Mom told me that they have to lie undisturbed in the ground for 17 years and that in my rapidly developing community it didn’t seem likely that much area would have been disturbed for that long. I told her they go deep and there are plenty of places that probably haven’t been disturbed. Lakeiya told me that she isn’t scared, just annoyed. She is always so gosh darned rational. She said if one landed on her she would be freaked out for about 15 seconds and get over it.
If one lands on me I will lose my mind. I will be afraid to go out for days after it happens. In fact, once I saw on the news this morning that they could appear any second I was afraid to go out. On my walk to work I looked down and looked up and listened carefully (to the Eagles of Death Metal because these things are so loud it doesn’t matter that I have headphones on) hoping and fearing catching sight of mounds of dirt resembling large ant hills or gross creatures clinging to plant surfaces. I didn’t see any but it doesn’t mean they weren’t there.
I am seriously thinking of walking around with an umbrella open on warm and sunny days to avoid a cicada or the molted skin of a cicada landing in my hair. Am I being extreme? Maybe, but look at these things.
EEEEEWWWWWWWW, disgusting.
They are huge (1-2 inches) and loud (up to 106db) and super scary and gross looking. They burrow out from the ground and strive to climb as high as possible. In a city environment, that may only mean to the tops of blades of grass so be careful where you walk. The lucky ones that climb threes will have nice cozy spots to transition from the nymph to adult phase leaving gross molted cicada cases all over the place.
I am terrified. I realize that these creatures do not bite or sting or do anything particularly bad except make a loud noise and exist in large amounts. Many people I have talked to think I am overreacting. Last night, my Mom told me that they have to lie undisturbed in the ground for 17 years and that in my rapidly developing community it didn’t seem likely that much area would have been disturbed for that long. I told her they go deep and there are plenty of places that probably haven’t been disturbed. Lakeiya told me that she isn’t scared, just annoyed. She is always so gosh darned rational. She said if one landed on her she would be freaked out for about 15 seconds and get over it.
If one lands on me I will lose my mind. I will be afraid to go out for days after it happens. In fact, once I saw on the news this morning that they could appear any second I was afraid to go out. On my walk to work I looked down and looked up and listened carefully (to the Eagles of Death Metal because these things are so loud it doesn’t matter that I have headphones on) hoping and fearing catching sight of mounds of dirt resembling large ant hills or gross creatures clinging to plant surfaces. I didn’t see any but it doesn’t mean they weren’t there.
I am seriously thinking of walking around with an umbrella open on warm and sunny days to avoid a cicada or the molted skin of a cicada landing in my hair. Am I being extreme? Maybe, but look at these things.
EEEEEWWWWWWWW, disgusting.Wish me luck.
1. Andy/ Would bicycle across town/ In the rain to bring you candy/ And John would buy the gown/ For you to wear to the prom/ With Tom/ The astronomer who’d name a star for you.
2. No words to say/ No words to convey/ This feeling inside/ I have for you. For You, Tracy Chapman. Identified by CSMC
3. Desmond has a barrel in the marketplace/ Molly is the singer in a band. Ob-la-di Ob-la-da, The Beatles. Identified by Jeff
4. Lime green lime green and tangerine/ The sickly sweet colors of the snakes I’ve seen. Wrong Number, The Cure. Identified by Brooke.
5. Girl close your eyes/ Let that rhythm get into you/ Don’t try to fight it/ There ain’t nothing that you can do. Rock With You, Michael Jackson. Identified by Brooke.
1. Andy/ Would bicycle across town/ In the rain to bring you candy/ And John would buy the gown/ For you to wear to the prom/ With Tom/ The astronomer who’d name a star for you.
2. No words to say/ No words to convey/ This feeling inside/ I have for you. For You, Tracy Chapman. Identified by CSMC
3. Desmond has a barrel in the marketplace/ Molly is the singer in a band. Ob-la-di Ob-la-da, The Beatles. Identified by Jeff
4. Lime green lime green and tangerine/ The sickly sweet colors of the snakes I’ve seen. Wrong Number, The Cure. Identified by Brooke.
5. Girl close your eyes/ Let that rhythm get into you/ Don’t try to fight it/ There ain’t nothing that you can do. Rock With You, Michael Jackson. Identified by Brooke.
Monday, March 19, 2007
CHIPPING AWAY AT REALITY
As you avid readers know I have be reading a book on the nature of memory. Today’s Manic Monday topic, chip, fit well into my ponderings on the subject. When asked what shapes a person, many will reflect back on their past experiences. In order to really know what we are like as humans we must remember things we have seen, done, or understood. In this way, it can be said that we are made up of our memories. If we can’t remember, we are doomed to suffer an incomplete notion of ourselves.
This led me to think of time and how, as time passes, parts of our memories are chipped away. I don’t think that our brains have a limited capacity for memory. I believe that as new memories are introduced it interferes with our previous engrams (the memory linkages encoded within the brain) and these new experiences act as chisels, slowly chipping out and disrupting linkages and connections so that, while the memory remains, our ability to retrieve it is shattered.
I look at our memories as a complex sculpture. Try to imagine the face of a childhood friend who moved away and you lost touch with. Maybe you can see their hair, or their eyes, but their nose has been chipped into an idealized version of what truly was. Roxanne reminded me that she was at the Tori Amos concert I attended while in college. She had been chipped out of my memory by the fact that I only remembered that the college friends were there. Since I knew it happened in college it would logically follow that the people I always was with were the people that would have been in attendance. I was wrong. What was interesting was that Roxanne remembered Jenna being there as well. I could be wrong, but I think I drove to the concert and Roxanne and Jenna visited together during my Freshman year when I wasn’t allowed to have a car on campus. Roxanne drove out with me in, I believe, my Junior year so Jenna couldn’t have been with us. Tori played songs from “To Venus and Back Again” so that solidified the fact that it had to have been a later date then when Jenna was there.
The point is that we all remember events differently. Time chips away at the truth and we may or may not even be aware of it happening. We put our past together by filling in the gaps with reference information and create a world that we believe to be true. In all honesty, how can we ever know what fragments have been lost and what has been constructed to take their place? We can ask people who were there with us, but what has been chipped from their consciousness? What can we decipher as truth? What can we really rely on if we can’t rely on ourselves to tell us what has been?
It seems that we must be content to rely on fragments. Maybe while looking at the crumbs left from chipped memories scattered around our consciousness we will be able to reconstruct some of the lost truth. Maybe we have to understand that we are more than what we can recall. What has, in some instances been chipped away will remain hidden in other recesses of the mind waiting to be glued back to the event it was lost from and bring us closer to understanding what it really is that we are made of.
Now it is time to see if we can remember songs after seeing their first lyrics. Studies show that recollection is much easier after prompting.
1. Oh I'd rather go and journey where the diamond crest is flowing/ and run across the valley beneath the sacred mountain. Wasn't Born To Follow, The Byrds. Identified by Johnny Yen and kind of sort of by Monica but I'll give her credit cause I love her.
2. Try to see it my way/ Do I have to keep on talking till I can’t go on. We Can Work It Out, The Beatles. Identified by Jaclyn and Johnny Yen
3. I took my baby on a Saturday bang/ Boy is that girl with you/Yes were one and the same. Black or White, Michael Jackson. Identified by Sanni
4. This microphone explodes/ shattering the molds/ Either drop the hits like de la o/ or get the fuck off the commode. Bulls On Parade, Rage Against The Machine. Identified by Sanni
5. All the modern things/ like cars and such/ have always existed. The Modern Things, Bjork. Identified by Danielle
This led me to think of time and how, as time passes, parts of our memories are chipped away. I don’t think that our brains have a limited capacity for memory. I believe that as new memories are introduced it interferes with our previous engrams (the memory linkages encoded within the brain) and these new experiences act as chisels, slowly chipping out and disrupting linkages and connections so that, while the memory remains, our ability to retrieve it is shattered.
I look at our memories as a complex sculpture. Try to imagine the face of a childhood friend who moved away and you lost touch with. Maybe you can see their hair, or their eyes, but their nose has been chipped into an idealized version of what truly was. Roxanne reminded me that she was at the Tori Amos concert I attended while in college. She had been chipped out of my memory by the fact that I only remembered that the college friends were there. Since I knew it happened in college it would logically follow that the people I always was with were the people that would have been in attendance. I was wrong. What was interesting was that Roxanne remembered Jenna being there as well. I could be wrong, but I think I drove to the concert and Roxanne and Jenna visited together during my Freshman year when I wasn’t allowed to have a car on campus. Roxanne drove out with me in, I believe, my Junior year so Jenna couldn’t have been with us. Tori played songs from “To Venus and Back Again” so that solidified the fact that it had to have been a later date then when Jenna was there.
The point is that we all remember events differently. Time chips away at the truth and we may or may not even be aware of it happening. We put our past together by filling in the gaps with reference information and create a world that we believe to be true. In all honesty, how can we ever know what fragments have been lost and what has been constructed to take their place? We can ask people who were there with us, but what has been chipped from their consciousness? What can we decipher as truth? What can we really rely on if we can’t rely on ourselves to tell us what has been?
It seems that we must be content to rely on fragments. Maybe while looking at the crumbs left from chipped memories scattered around our consciousness we will be able to reconstruct some of the lost truth. Maybe we have to understand that we are more than what we can recall. What has, in some instances been chipped away will remain hidden in other recesses of the mind waiting to be glued back to the event it was lost from and bring us closer to understanding what it really is that we are made of.
Now it is time to see if we can remember songs after seeing their first lyrics. Studies show that recollection is much easier after prompting.
1. Oh I'd rather go and journey where the diamond crest is flowing/ and run across the valley beneath the sacred mountain. Wasn't Born To Follow, The Byrds. Identified by Johnny Yen and kind of sort of by Monica but I'll give her credit cause I love her.
2. Try to see it my way/ Do I have to keep on talking till I can’t go on. We Can Work It Out, The Beatles. Identified by Jaclyn and Johnny Yen
3. I took my baby on a Saturday bang/ Boy is that girl with you/Yes were one and the same. Black or White, Michael Jackson. Identified by Sanni
4. This microphone explodes/ shattering the molds/ Either drop the hits like de la o/ or get the fuck off the commode. Bulls On Parade, Rage Against The Machine. Identified by Sanni
5. All the modern things/ like cars and such/ have always existed. The Modern Things, Bjork. Identified by Danielle
Thursday, March 08, 2007
ONE IN A MILLION
Sometimes bad things happen. Sometimes they are so funny that you can’t help but laugh. Yesterday at about 3:30 Tony called me at work and told me he had some very bad and somewhat sad news. I thought Mr. Snodgrass (our favorite fish) had died or something. Thankfully, nothing living was harmed.
He had been sitting at our computer and when he got up everything went POP, sparks came out of things, and a circuit was blown. Whatever could have happened? Well, here’s the story. The USB cable of our digital camera simply sits plugged into the computer. The cord was on the floor and when Tony moved it somehow fell directly into an open third prong socket on the power strip (you know, the fat prong). Part of the USB cord blew off from the power surge and the reminder is rather charred. Unfortunately, as it was plugged into the computer, the power surge appears to have fried the motherboard. Now the computer won’t even turn on.
I called my dad when I got home because he is my helpdesk. He told me that it is very likely that the hard drive is fine, which eased my pain a little bit. I’m thinking how to get things to him so he can check them out. I’m just glad Tony wasn’t hurt. He could have been electrocuted or something and that would have made yesterday an incredibly bad day for me. Instead it was just a relatively bad day. Plus, it makes for a really good story. I don’t think you could try to make that happen and succeed.
One strange thing was that I compulsively wanted to check my email last night. I usually check it once or twice at home but not that often. I guess simply because I couldn’t I was obsessed with doing it. I always found that to be something very strange about human nature. Obviously we are instinctively curious as a species, some people more than others. But we also have a tendency to want things we can’t have. Maybe that doesn’t apply to all humans, maybe it’s just me. I don’t think so. I guess it has something to do with desires of the ID as far as rebellion and mischief. Maybe I am reading too much into things. I think I really need to be back in school so I can use this excess pondering for some good.
To get back to school means I have to take some tests. Since I am pretty sure I want to teach I need to take the basic skills test required for teachers and the content area tests for the subject I want to teach. I may also have to take some classes to round out things I didn’t take in college. The bad thing about designing your own curriculum is that it isn't always the most practical. However, I also need to decide what I want to teach. My heart says English simply because I love literature so much. Seeing people get excited by written word would make me so very happy. I have also been thinking a little about Biology though. I think it would be far easier to get a job as a Biology teacher. I wouldn't have to take any additional Bacjelor's level courses. Then again, would I want to talk about mitosis all day long? I also get slightly queasy for at least ten minutes during any dissection. I love doing them but about midway through I realize that my hands are in some carcass and the smell gets to me and I need to take a break. Then I am fine and I can go play around with brains and hearts. Huh, I really don’t know. I suppose I should just take the basic skills test as a start. It seems pretty easy but the practice tests are on the computer and mine is broken. I don’t think I can justify taking them at work. Oh, the dilemmas. Honestly, it seems pretty easy and I shouldn’t have to really study but I haven’t taken a real test since the MCAT and that was like seven years ago. Whatever, it still shouldn’t be hard. The passing requirements are dismally simple, which is a little sad.
1. Just as volcanoes erupt/Sometime human beings explode in your face
2. Slip slide/ dip and take a dive/ planets looking high when we traveling on a vibe. Time and Space, Digable Planets. Identified by Ern
3. Take a look at me/ Tell me do you like what you see/ Do you think you can/ Do you think you can do me. Do Me, Bel Biv Devoe. Identified by Brooke
4. Early in the morning/ early in the morning/ I’m calling you to/ I’m calling you to/ please come home/ Yes I could make it without you if I/ Just didn’t feel so all alone. Obviously 5 Believers, Bob Dylan. Identified by Brooke.
5. Who loves the sun/ who cares that it makes plants grow/ who cares what it does/ since you broke my heart. Who Loves The Sun, Velvet Underground. Identified by Jaclyn
He had been sitting at our computer and when he got up everything went POP, sparks came out of things, and a circuit was blown. Whatever could have happened? Well, here’s the story. The USB cable of our digital camera simply sits plugged into the computer. The cord was on the floor and when Tony moved it somehow fell directly into an open third prong socket on the power strip (you know, the fat prong). Part of the USB cord blew off from the power surge and the reminder is rather charred. Unfortunately, as it was plugged into the computer, the power surge appears to have fried the motherboard. Now the computer won’t even turn on.
I called my dad when I got home because he is my helpdesk. He told me that it is very likely that the hard drive is fine, which eased my pain a little bit. I’m thinking how to get things to him so he can check them out. I’m just glad Tony wasn’t hurt. He could have been electrocuted or something and that would have made yesterday an incredibly bad day for me. Instead it was just a relatively bad day. Plus, it makes for a really good story. I don’t think you could try to make that happen and succeed.
One strange thing was that I compulsively wanted to check my email last night. I usually check it once or twice at home but not that often. I guess simply because I couldn’t I was obsessed with doing it. I always found that to be something very strange about human nature. Obviously we are instinctively curious as a species, some people more than others. But we also have a tendency to want things we can’t have. Maybe that doesn’t apply to all humans, maybe it’s just me. I don’t think so. I guess it has something to do with desires of the ID as far as rebellion and mischief. Maybe I am reading too much into things. I think I really need to be back in school so I can use this excess pondering for some good.
To get back to school means I have to take some tests. Since I am pretty sure I want to teach I need to take the basic skills test required for teachers and the content area tests for the subject I want to teach. I may also have to take some classes to round out things I didn’t take in college. The bad thing about designing your own curriculum is that it isn't always the most practical. However, I also need to decide what I want to teach. My heart says English simply because I love literature so much. Seeing people get excited by written word would make me so very happy. I have also been thinking a little about Biology though. I think it would be far easier to get a job as a Biology teacher. I wouldn't have to take any additional Bacjelor's level courses. Then again, would I want to talk about mitosis all day long? I also get slightly queasy for at least ten minutes during any dissection. I love doing them but about midway through I realize that my hands are in some carcass and the smell gets to me and I need to take a break. Then I am fine and I can go play around with brains and hearts. Huh, I really don’t know. I suppose I should just take the basic skills test as a start. It seems pretty easy but the practice tests are on the computer and mine is broken. I don’t think I can justify taking them at work. Oh, the dilemmas. Honestly, it seems pretty easy and I shouldn’t have to really study but I haven’t taken a real test since the MCAT and that was like seven years ago. Whatever, it still shouldn’t be hard. The passing requirements are dismally simple, which is a little sad.
1. Just as volcanoes erupt/Sometime human beings explode in your face
2. Slip slide/ dip and take a dive/ planets looking high when we traveling on a vibe. Time and Space, Digable Planets. Identified by Ern
3. Take a look at me/ Tell me do you like what you see/ Do you think you can/ Do you think you can do me. Do Me, Bel Biv Devoe. Identified by Brooke
4. Early in the morning/ early in the morning/ I’m calling you to/ I’m calling you to/ please come home/ Yes I could make it without you if I/ Just didn’t feel so all alone. Obviously 5 Believers, Bob Dylan. Identified by Brooke.
5. Who loves the sun/ who cares that it makes plants grow/ who cares what it does/ since you broke my heart. Who Loves The Sun, Velvet Underground. Identified by Jaclyn
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
WHY I KNOW NOTHING
I don’t have the best memory. The thing I have the hardest time remembering is conversations. I tend to tell the same stories, forgetting that people already know. I forget that I have promised I will do things and then I don’t do them. I also have a hard time remembering facts. I think this may have something to do with my INFP characteristics. I don’t focus on facts at all. I am much more of an intuition person. Even when facts disprove my gut feelings I have a hard time letting go of what I think MUST be the right answer. I guess I don’t remember facts because I don’t think they matter. I think this is why I am incredibly bad at some things.
I recently shocked Tony by telling him that I didn’t know which ocean was the Atlantic and which was the Pacific. I did remember after I thought about it for a little while but it was not easy. You are all probably now thinking that I am an idiot. While I could be an idiot, this is not why. It simply never mattered to me what the oceans were called. They were oceans; they were salty, blue, pretty, and full of life. It seems to me that all major oceans come together somewhere so how can you define what body of water is which? Aren’t they really all the same? Maybe they aren’t, but you couldn’t convince me of that. Therefore, what does it matter what they are called? My intuition tells me they are both the same ocean. I had to remember in grade school when they gave me tests on it. And I remembered. And I did fine on my geography tests. Now it simply doesn’t matter, or really make sense, so I don’t remember it anymore.
The things I really remember well have to do with emotions, thought processes, and theory. I remember my dreams better than many people I talk to, or at least with a higher frequency. I remember dreams better than I remember much of waking life, because I think my subconscious is more rational (sometimes) than my conscious. I feel that, in dreams, I am more connected to myself. I also remember smells and tastes very well. I remember the taste of the quesadillas that our upstairs neighbor made for me in the duplex we lived in until I was three. I remember the smell of particular books, “Happiness is a Warm Puppy” in particular. I remember feelings of excitement which, in turn, lead me to remembering occurrences in my childhood or daily life. I don’t start with the event, I start with the feeling.
I have been focusing on this because I recently started rereading “Searching for Memory” by Daniel Schacter. I read this book (or at least I read parts of it, I really can’t remember) for a class I took Jr. Year of college on the Nature of Memory. It was a fascinating class. We talked about how memory works biologically, examined PET scan research and neural connections. We also looked at psychological studies on the subject. The reading list for the class was phenomenal. It had been too long since I had read something like this and I remember thinking this book was great. I don’t remember what was in the book. I have to read something at least three times to become completely familiar with its contents. This has always confused me. While I am reading a book I remember everything about it. All the characters/theories, everything that has happened, even subtle nuances. However, when I close the book much of that disappears (unless I am writing something about the book). Sometimes I even lose the main storyline. It doesn’t only happen with books I don’t like as one would expect. It happens with some of my absolute favorites. People will read the books and then we will try to talk about them and I find I have lost vital characters completely. It is somewhat frustrating, but it enables me to constantly relive the wonders of some magical stories.
I always attributed this reading phenomenon to the fact that I read very quickly. I supposed that quickly reading doesn’t give me time to properly encode the information into my brain for retrieval. Also, when I read, I often don’t have the intention of fully analyzing and digesting the information. I am only looking for entertainment. The only time this process is different is if the book is “deep” or particularly emotional. Then, I have to process the information differently and the story tends to stay with me.
In “Searching for Memory,” Schacter discusses the difference between field and observer memories. In a field memory, you remember things from your point of view as if you were reliving the experience. In an observer memory, you see yourself in the memory as well and watch yourself experience things. It seems that people tend to have observer memories about things that happened longer ago. Picture yourself on your first day of kindergarten or at a childhood birthday party. Chances are that you will see yourself moving around in that space. If you recall something more recent, the last concert you went to or even making dinner the other night you will more likely see the memory from your point of view. I don’t know why this is. Maybe because we see photos of ourselves in old situations we are trained to remember those times as a series of moving photographs? Maybe we remember the physical sensation of the newer memories and recalling them puts us right back where we were? Either way it sure is interesting.
As I read more of this book I may need to have more musings on memory. Maybe it will help me retain the information better this time.
1. Just as volcanoes erupt/Sometime human beings explode in your face
2. Slip slide/ dip and take a dive/ planets looking high when we traveling on a vibe
3. Take a look at me/ Tell me do you like what you see/ Do you think you can/ Do you think you can do me
4. Early in the morning/ early in the morning/ I’m calling you to/ I’m calling you to/ please come home/ Yes I could make it without you if I/ Just didn’t feel so all alone
5. Where have al the flowers gone/ Long time passing/ Where have all the flowers gone/ Long time ago. Where Have all The Flowers Gone, (this version was) by the Mamas and the Papas. Identified by Mom.
I recently shocked Tony by telling him that I didn’t know which ocean was the Atlantic and which was the Pacific. I did remember after I thought about it for a little while but it was not easy. You are all probably now thinking that I am an idiot. While I could be an idiot, this is not why. It simply never mattered to me what the oceans were called. They were oceans; they were salty, blue, pretty, and full of life. It seems to me that all major oceans come together somewhere so how can you define what body of water is which? Aren’t they really all the same? Maybe they aren’t, but you couldn’t convince me of that. Therefore, what does it matter what they are called? My intuition tells me they are both the same ocean. I had to remember in grade school when they gave me tests on it. And I remembered. And I did fine on my geography tests. Now it simply doesn’t matter, or really make sense, so I don’t remember it anymore.
The things I really remember well have to do with emotions, thought processes, and theory. I remember my dreams better than many people I talk to, or at least with a higher frequency. I remember dreams better than I remember much of waking life, because I think my subconscious is more rational (sometimes) than my conscious. I feel that, in dreams, I am more connected to myself. I also remember smells and tastes very well. I remember the taste of the quesadillas that our upstairs neighbor made for me in the duplex we lived in until I was three. I remember the smell of particular books, “Happiness is a Warm Puppy” in particular. I remember feelings of excitement which, in turn, lead me to remembering occurrences in my childhood or daily life. I don’t start with the event, I start with the feeling.
I have been focusing on this because I recently started rereading “Searching for Memory” by Daniel Schacter. I read this book (or at least I read parts of it, I really can’t remember) for a class I took Jr. Year of college on the Nature of Memory. It was a fascinating class. We talked about how memory works biologically, examined PET scan research and neural connections. We also looked at psychological studies on the subject. The reading list for the class was phenomenal. It had been too long since I had read something like this and I remember thinking this book was great. I don’t remember what was in the book. I have to read something at least three times to become completely familiar with its contents. This has always confused me. While I am reading a book I remember everything about it. All the characters/theories, everything that has happened, even subtle nuances. However, when I close the book much of that disappears (unless I am writing something about the book). Sometimes I even lose the main storyline. It doesn’t only happen with books I don’t like as one would expect. It happens with some of my absolute favorites. People will read the books and then we will try to talk about them and I find I have lost vital characters completely. It is somewhat frustrating, but it enables me to constantly relive the wonders of some magical stories.
I always attributed this reading phenomenon to the fact that I read very quickly. I supposed that quickly reading doesn’t give me time to properly encode the information into my brain for retrieval. Also, when I read, I often don’t have the intention of fully analyzing and digesting the information. I am only looking for entertainment. The only time this process is different is if the book is “deep” or particularly emotional. Then, I have to process the information differently and the story tends to stay with me.
In “Searching for Memory,” Schacter discusses the difference between field and observer memories. In a field memory, you remember things from your point of view as if you were reliving the experience. In an observer memory, you see yourself in the memory as well and watch yourself experience things. It seems that people tend to have observer memories about things that happened longer ago. Picture yourself on your first day of kindergarten or at a childhood birthday party. Chances are that you will see yourself moving around in that space. If you recall something more recent, the last concert you went to or even making dinner the other night you will more likely see the memory from your point of view. I don’t know why this is. Maybe because we see photos of ourselves in old situations we are trained to remember those times as a series of moving photographs? Maybe we remember the physical sensation of the newer memories and recalling them puts us right back where we were? Either way it sure is interesting.
As I read more of this book I may need to have more musings on memory. Maybe it will help me retain the information better this time.
1. Just as volcanoes erupt/Sometime human beings explode in your face
2. Slip slide/ dip and take a dive/ planets looking high when we traveling on a vibe
3. Take a look at me/ Tell me do you like what you see/ Do you think you can/ Do you think you can do me
4. Early in the morning/ early in the morning/ I’m calling you to/ I’m calling you to/ please come home/ Yes I could make it without you if I/ Just didn’t feel so all alone
5. Where have al the flowers gone/ Long time passing/ Where have all the flowers gone/ Long time ago. Where Have all The Flowers Gone, (this version was) by the Mamas and the Papas. Identified by Mom.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
BRAIN BATTLE
I was reading an article this morning in the infamous Red Eye paper about the differences in brain chemistry between men and women. I know enough about science to realize the idea that there is a chemical/biological difference probably has some credence to it. However, I also know enough about psychology to fully understand the nurture vs. nature idea and firmly believe that much of human behavior falls under the nurture category. I think a lot of scientists do as well.
The article focused primarily on a book written by Dr. Louise Brizendine entitled “The Female Brain”. It seems that Dr. Brizendine looked at many of the commonly identified differences between the sexes and tried to explain them scientifically. A noble pursuit I am sure and undoubtedly a very lucrative topic for a book. Much of what was discussed in the article was in the vein of the differences in empathic and communicative abilities of men and women. Naturally, women tend to be better at both of these things. Dr. Brizendine found chemical backing behind these common beliefs. She even let the reader know that 10% of both men and women exhibit the characteristics most commonly associated with the opposite sex, which tells me that nurture certainly plays a large part in the process and she conceded to it as well. Apparently, the hormone levels and sizes of different parts of the brain in men and women explain much of the differences in capacity to communicate and empathize.
Times like this I wish I were reading the book or a scientific journal rather than the stupid Red Eye. I want to know what parts of the brain and what hormones she is talking about. Maybe the average Red Eye reader doesn’t but I do. Maybe they do too, I don’t know. Anyway on the next page there seemed to be many people who completely disagreed with Dr. Brizendine’s point of view. The one I thought was completely off base was her assertion about sex. Dr. Brizendine claims that, on average, men think about sex once every minute and women think about it once a day. Her reasoning for this seemed to be because men have double the brain space and processing power devoted to thinking about sex in their brains. Women’s brains are apparently wired so that they express their sexuality through dressing up and attracting male attention.
Problem one, last I knew double meant times two. If the man has double the brainpower to think of sex, wouldn’t it follow that if the man thinks about sex once a minute that the woman would think about it every two minutes? Or maybe there is some exponential variant in conjunction with brainpower that means double the brainpower equals 1440 times the frequency of thought. I don’t know. All I really know is if women are supposed to think about sex once a day I know some incredibly sexually obsessed women. Granted I know a few who may think of it even less than once a day but they are more than compensated for by those I know who think about it endlessly. Now, sure women like to dress well and get male attention, but don’t men do that too? What was the whole Metrosexual thing about? Maybe I know strange men but they obsess about their appearance and worry if women aren’t looking at them a whole bunch.
Anyway, I guess my point is that I thought this lady’s book looked like a bunch of hooey. I think she is in it for the controversy, which will undoubtedly lead to money and, very likely, more book deals. Best of luck to her.
I forgot my iPod at home today so there will be no musical interlude today. Don’t cry they will be back tomorrow.
The article focused primarily on a book written by Dr. Louise Brizendine entitled “The Female Brain”. It seems that Dr. Brizendine looked at many of the commonly identified differences between the sexes and tried to explain them scientifically. A noble pursuit I am sure and undoubtedly a very lucrative topic for a book. Much of what was discussed in the article was in the vein of the differences in empathic and communicative abilities of men and women. Naturally, women tend to be better at both of these things. Dr. Brizendine found chemical backing behind these common beliefs. She even let the reader know that 10% of both men and women exhibit the characteristics most commonly associated with the opposite sex, which tells me that nurture certainly plays a large part in the process and she conceded to it as well. Apparently, the hormone levels and sizes of different parts of the brain in men and women explain much of the differences in capacity to communicate and empathize.
Times like this I wish I were reading the book or a scientific journal rather than the stupid Red Eye. I want to know what parts of the brain and what hormones she is talking about. Maybe the average Red Eye reader doesn’t but I do. Maybe they do too, I don’t know. Anyway on the next page there seemed to be many people who completely disagreed with Dr. Brizendine’s point of view. The one I thought was completely off base was her assertion about sex. Dr. Brizendine claims that, on average, men think about sex once every minute and women think about it once a day. Her reasoning for this seemed to be because men have double the brain space and processing power devoted to thinking about sex in their brains. Women’s brains are apparently wired so that they express their sexuality through dressing up and attracting male attention.
Problem one, last I knew double meant times two. If the man has double the brainpower to think of sex, wouldn’t it follow that if the man thinks about sex once a minute that the woman would think about it every two minutes? Or maybe there is some exponential variant in conjunction with brainpower that means double the brainpower equals 1440 times the frequency of thought. I don’t know. All I really know is if women are supposed to think about sex once a day I know some incredibly sexually obsessed women. Granted I know a few who may think of it even less than once a day but they are more than compensated for by those I know who think about it endlessly. Now, sure women like to dress well and get male attention, but don’t men do that too? What was the whole Metrosexual thing about? Maybe I know strange men but they obsess about their appearance and worry if women aren’t looking at them a whole bunch.
Anyway, I guess my point is that I thought this lady’s book looked like a bunch of hooey. I think she is in it for the controversy, which will undoubtedly lead to money and, very likely, more book deals. Best of luck to her.
I forgot my iPod at home today so there will be no musical interlude today. Don’t cry they will be back tomorrow.
Friday, August 18, 2006
PLANET SCHMANET
I typically write about absolutely nothing. Today I want to go with the big picture, space. I used to really like space. I liked to go to the science museum and eat astronaut ice cream (even though it was pretty foamy and disgusting). I liked to think about traveling through the stars at fantastic speeds and discovering new humanoid creatures. In case anyone didn't already guess I grew up on Star Trek and Dr. Who. As I grew older, I lost a lot of interest in what was out there. I instead favored what was right in front of me. There is plenty to see on our own planet and, frankly, most of the other ones seem pretty boring. I wouldn't be surprised if in a few generations we are living on the moon or some other crazy seeming planet, since ours seems to be doomed in so many ways, but let's leave that alone for a while.
What interests me is these new planets they have found. Charon (isn't he the guy that rows the boat over the river Styx?), Ceres, and 2003 UB313 (which I have heard is also known as Xena after the Warrior Princess and reminds me of Asteroid B6-12) seem nothing like what I think of as a planet. I realize that people expanded the definition so that Pluto could remain a planet but who cares. Pluto is a cartoon dog. None of this really matters much to me in the long run. Yet, I think it makes more sense to erase one planet than to add three more. Think of all the textbooks. American schools are strapped for cash as it is. Now our inner city-youth won't only have outdated books they will be unaware of three planets. That is pretty big stuff. Wouldn't it be easier to keep the old books and tell kids "Oh, Pluto is just a big icy ball that is not really a planet," rather than having to print new books to include the three new planets and explain about why a planet was named after a warrior princess. It will be so hard for old people to help kids with their homework now that there are new planets. All the old solar system mobiles hanging throughout elementary school science rooms will have to be redone completely instead of simply removing a ball. It just doesn't seem practical. I'm no astronomer, but to me, a planet should be somewhere where you can land and take a stroll, provided you have the proper gear. I know some of the other planets we have now can't handle this but maybe they shouldn't be planets either. It's our definition; let's only call something a planet if we can build a domed earth-like city upon it. It will be much less for us to remember.
One thing I am good at remembering is song lyrics. Let's see what we have today.
If You Want To Sing Out, Cat Stevens- AAAHHH Harold and Maude. I don't know if this is really the name of this song but it makes sense to me and that's what it is called in my iPod. I love this song and I love this movie. Love, depression, death=a huge celebration of life and all its glory.
Philosophy, Ben Folds Five- I really liked this song when I first heard it. It kept me upbeat and feeling like as long as I had my philosophy people could think or say whatever they wanted because I was secure. My little sister then pointed out that I should really listen to all the words because this song is about a penis. A penis referred to as "my philosophy" I was much less inspired. I don't have a "philosophy".
I Second That Emotion, Smokey Robinson- Man can I sing to this one. I want to do dances in a line with other people. Although the temptations are really the ones for such dancing I'll take this as a close second. I love Motown. I think it was some of the first music that I truly learned. I liked to make up choreography to various songs in the living room. I particularly am fond of the "Shop Around" dance that involves me walking like a duck while pushing an imaginary shopping cart and putting things in it.
What interests me is these new planets they have found. Charon (isn't he the guy that rows the boat over the river Styx?), Ceres, and 2003 UB313 (which I have heard is also known as Xena after the Warrior Princess and reminds me of Asteroid B6-12) seem nothing like what I think of as a planet. I realize that people expanded the definition so that Pluto could remain a planet but who cares. Pluto is a cartoon dog. None of this really matters much to me in the long run. Yet, I think it makes more sense to erase one planet than to add three more. Think of all the textbooks. American schools are strapped for cash as it is. Now our inner city-youth won't only have outdated books they will be unaware of three planets. That is pretty big stuff. Wouldn't it be easier to keep the old books and tell kids "Oh, Pluto is just a big icy ball that is not really a planet," rather than having to print new books to include the three new planets and explain about why a planet was named after a warrior princess. It will be so hard for old people to help kids with their homework now that there are new planets. All the old solar system mobiles hanging throughout elementary school science rooms will have to be redone completely instead of simply removing a ball. It just doesn't seem practical. I'm no astronomer, but to me, a planet should be somewhere where you can land and take a stroll, provided you have the proper gear. I know some of the other planets we have now can't handle this but maybe they shouldn't be planets either. It's our definition; let's only call something a planet if we can build a domed earth-like city upon it. It will be much less for us to remember.
One thing I am good at remembering is song lyrics. Let's see what we have today.
If You Want To Sing Out, Cat Stevens- AAAHHH Harold and Maude. I don't know if this is really the name of this song but it makes sense to me and that's what it is called in my iPod. I love this song and I love this movie. Love, depression, death=a huge celebration of life and all its glory.
Philosophy, Ben Folds Five- I really liked this song when I first heard it. It kept me upbeat and feeling like as long as I had my philosophy people could think or say whatever they wanted because I was secure. My little sister then pointed out that I should really listen to all the words because this song is about a penis. A penis referred to as "my philosophy" I was much less inspired. I don't have a "philosophy".
I Second That Emotion, Smokey Robinson- Man can I sing to this one. I want to do dances in a line with other people. Although the temptations are really the ones for such dancing I'll take this as a close second. I love Motown. I think it was some of the first music that I truly learned. I liked to make up choreography to various songs in the living room. I particularly am fond of the "Shop Around" dance that involves me walking like a duck while pushing an imaginary shopping cart and putting things in it.
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