You Are 70% Psychic |
You are pretty psychic. While you aren’t Miss Cleo, you’ve got a little ESP going on. And although you’re sometimes off on your predictions… You’re more often right than wrong So go with your instincts – you know more than you think |
Archive for Miscellany and Whatever
How Psychic Are You?
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I can’t believe that Lipp is as common a surname as that!
Check the popularity of your surname.
(Stolen from Amy.)
How Grown Up Are You?
You Are 76% Grown Up, 24% Kid |
Congratulations, you are definitely quite emotionally mature. Although you have your moments of moodiness, you’re usually stable and level headed. |
What Sports Car Are You?
I’m a Chevrolet Corvette!
You’re a classic – powerful, athletic, and competitive. You’re all about winning the race and getting the job done. While you have a practical everyday side, you get wild when anyone pushes your pedal. You hate to lose, but you hardly ever do.
Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.
Which Star Trek Character Are You?
Your results:
You are James T. Kirk (Captain)
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You are often exaggerated and over-the-top in your speech and expressions. You are a romantic at heart and a natural leader. |
Click here to take the “Which Star Trek character am I?” quiz…
Expectation, normativity, a guy, and a dwarf
There’s this guy I know, J. I’ve known him about a year, I guess. Likeable, a little shy, very sweet. Something about him always bothered me, though. His too-high voice seemed like an affectation, his curled-in posture seemed diffident. He just struck me as off somehow.
So a few weeks ago, he mentions, in the course of explaining this situation he’s in, that he’s transgendered. And I thought, “Oh!”
It was like, whoosh, the air went out. J. became normal to me. “Normal” because there was nothing off about a transsexual having a high voice or a chest that looked, well, post-op. The perception of abnormality came from not knowing, not being able to put the pieces together.
The Air Car
Arthur wants us to know about the air car:
They’ve invented a car that runs on air. Not a joke.
I’m not sure quite how the science works, because when I tried to read the explanation my eyes glazed over and I went into a catatonic state. Okay, not really, but it’s pretty dense stuff.
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Monday Movie Review: What the Bleep Do We Know?
What the Bleep Do We Know? (2004) 6/10
Scientists and mystics discuss the nature of reality.
What the Bleep…? has three basic trajectories. In one, scientists discuss quantum physics, neural networks, peptide receptors, the relationship between memory and reality, and how science can affect us personally and spiritually. This stuff is absolutely fascinating. In another, Marlee Matlin portrays the fictional Amanda, trapped in memories of a broken heart. Her mini-drama is meant to illustrate the points being made. Sometimes it is charming and funny, sometimes obvious and inelegant. Finally, the channeled entity Ramtha (JZ Knight) speaks mystical gobbledygook. Not fascinating. As a matter of fact, not even news. Anyone who has read any New Age material in the last twenty years knows what she’s going to say before she says it. Except when she’s being utterly unclear.
In fact, the scientists are edited in such a way as to emphasize the New Age pronouncements. There is far too little science in the film for my tastes. When discussing “The Hidden Messages in Water”, the actual data is quickly left behind in order to say “Do you realize what this means? Can you imagine applying this to your life?” More connections between the concrete science and the mystical implications would have made those implications more powerful.
There are also a lot of contradictions in the material. For example, the first thirty minutes or so of the film are dedicated to the nature of reality. We create our own reality, we believe reality is external but we’re wrong. Matter is far less solid than we think. Heisenberg. Quantum mechanics. La la la. Immediately thereafter the talking heads head into talking about God. ‘The religions are wrong!’ they say. ‘God is nothing like what they imagine!’ But how can they be “wrong” when they’re creating their own reality?
In sum, there’s an awful lot of value in What the Bleep Do We Know?, but an awful lot of self-important pontification as well. If you’re involved in a spiritual path of exploration, you probably already know about 80% of the information in the film. I suspect people newer to the material will be more fascinated than I was, but despite my familiarity, I learned some things and enjoyed some sections. It’s not that the information is wrong or unimportant, but the presentation leaves a lot to be desired, and the presence of Ramtha tends to discredit the whole affair.
Friday Kittenblogging
Fanty is hard to photograph, she’s camera shy.
So, I caught her while asleep
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I Don’t Remember My Vacation
Not “don’t remember” because it wasn’t memorable, or “don’t remember” because of mind-altering substances, but “don’t remember” because I was at peace.
I floated through my vacation. I allowed days to pass into nights and then into days. I left my expectations home. I was One with the experience of festival.
Vacations built on expectations are no fun. Maybe more memorable, but no fun. They are driven by an inner pressure instead of an inner peace. You absolutely wouldn’t guess, knowing me, that I have a clue about inner peace. I get angry, I get snide, I get worked up. But I know about expectation and I know about attachment, and I know how to let go of both.
So I have moments. Hot sun. Parties. Drinking with Kate. Cuddling with Larry. Hugs. Lots of hugs. Cooking the best meal I ever cooked; maybe not the tastiest meal, but the most praiseworthy one. Because I have never cooked for a dozen people before, and they all loved it, even with the restrictions of camp cooking, and I have never felt so delighted.
Since I’m always up first anyway, I had camp coffee ready every morning. By the time the other three coffee drinkers staggered out into the light, My teeth were brushed, my hair was de-scarified, and I was handing them their full cups of fresh hot java. Teh yum. And it felt so good to do that, to be the morning nurturer. Felt balanced, what with Charlie being the evening nurturer.
In the end I came home feeling like I had a wonderful time, but lacking the means to describe that time.