Showing posts with label karma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label karma. Show all posts

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Observations from the Window 1.26

I was skimming through blogs a couple days ago when I saw a post that included a link to one of those things that will instantly analyze your personality. The answer is based on on a system developed by psychiatrist Carl Jung in his book Psychological Types according to which there are sixteen different personality types. Yes I'm trying hard to sound professional and I did have to try it out but before I get to my results I should a say you can read her post at Mo' Homo or try the typealyzer yourself if you want.

Normally I don't bother doing these things because a few years ago I did one that told you what writer you were most like. Paste in a few paragraphs of text, I used a blog post, and it came up with with an answer. The problem with mine was it said David Foster Wallace which, while flattering, just reminded me that Wallace had hung himself in 2008. I did this one because it was easy, just paste in the blog address, and the answer comes with a cute picture. I typed in my blog, hit send, and just started laughing when I saw the pic. If I believe the answer I have what is called an ISFP personality.

"The gentle and compassionate type. They are especially attuned their inner values and what other people feel. They usually have a strong appreciation for art and beauty or things around them that affect the look, taste, sound or smell. They are not friends of many words and tend to take the worries of the world on their shoulders. They tend to follow the path of least resistance and have to look out not to be taken advantage of. They tend to value their friends and family above what they do for a living. They genuinely care about people. They are extremely gifted at creating and composing things that stimulates the senses, such as art, music or food. They often prefer working quietly, behind the scene as a part of a team. They have no desire to lead others and they don't want to be led. ISFPs are sometimes not good at giving him/herself enough credit for things they did well."

Granted I may have seen something like this before but with my short term memory I didn't remember so now suitably intrigued I did some more digging. A psych website actually describes an ISFB  (Introversion, Sensing, Feeling, Perception) as "the Artist."

"As an ISFP, your primary mode of living is focused internally, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit into your value system. Your secondary mode is external, where you take things in via your five sense in a literal, concrete fashion. ISFPs live in the world of sensation possibilities. They are keenly in tune with the way things look, taste, sound, feel and smell. They have a strong aesthetic appreciation for art, and are likely to be artists in some form, because they are unusually gifted at creating and composing things which will strongly affect the senses. They are likely to not give themselves enough credit for the things which they do extremely well. Their strong value systems can lead them to be intensely perfectionist, and cause them to judge themselves with unnecessary harshness."

And still another site said, "People with ISFP personalities are very in tune with the world around them. They are very much attuned to sensory information and are keenly aware when even small changes take place in their immediate environment. Because of this, they often place a high emphasis on aesthetics and appreciate the fine arts. They are also perfectionists and can be their own harshest critics. Because they place such high expectations on themselves, they often underestimate or undervalue their own skills and talents."

Enough already, between horoscopes, karma, and history I have enough to worry about and I really don't need psychology too, still it does sound like me. Only 5% of people have this personality, two thirds of whom are women, including Hillary Clinton, Keith Richards, Britney Spears, Marilyn Monroe, Sofia Coppola, and Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis. So maybe it's not so bad after all, I seem to have good company.

And Michael Jackson.

They lost me.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Observations from the Window 8.21

Tomorrow, Monday, is the first day of classes at Penn State. The first day of classes for my sis. The first day of classes for the third and final member of our evil sibling triumvirate to attend State. For sure it wasn't her first choice but karma being karma there she is and I wish her the best.

I'm so excited for her but I'm also a little bit sad. Seems my little sis is all grown up which is a slight fact didn't really sink in until now. Our conversations slowly changed over the summer as she became less my mini-me and more my equal in so many ways. I'm going to miss my mini-me but I also welcome the company of the fine young woman that is my sister.

And so a vid in honor of my sis, my school, and the soon to begin 125th season of Penn State Nittany Lion football. For the record JoePa will be 85 in December and has been Penn State's head football coach since 1966, he still rocks.

Late update - In all the thoughts of my sis' start at Penn State I forgot another important bit of information. This was the first time in five years that classes started and my brother wasn't there. God what a torn day.


Link

*geek speak - I dabbled with getting rid of the YouTube control bar for aesthetic reasons and it does look much better. Prob is you can't turn off the vid than.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Observations on Art 8.15

Dreams take many forms but is a dream worth everything? In that I mean is it worth giving up all else to make that dream happen? Everything comes at a price, even a dream, one just has to decide if it is a price you are willing to pay. The price of turning that dream into a reality.

"Notre devoir, en tant qu'hommes et femmes, est de procéder comme si les limites de notre capacité n'existait pas. Nous sommes des collaborateurs dans la création."*
Pierre Teilhard de Chardin


Paris de Women are Heroes from La Boite Concept on Vimeo.

Ile St Louis is one of Paris’s oldest and most exclusive districts, a district of cobbled streets and tea-shops. It became the home of an installation by French artist and photographer JR called Women are Heroes. For the Women are Heroes exhibition JR and his volunteer assistants pasted up miles of posters of women’s eyes around Ile St Louis and the Louis Philippe bridge that links the island to Paris’s right bank.

Everybody has a dream. Some are fleeting, some are not.

*"Our duty as men and women, is to proceed as if limits to our ability did not exist. 
We are collaborators in creation."

Friday, July 29, 2011

Observations from the Shore, the Mirage

Possibly my favorite thing at the shore is walking on the beach at dawn. No matter how little, if any, sleep I have had I drag myself out to the beach and just walk. I love to look out over the ocean as the sky turns multiple shades of pink and orange, slowly blending together everything from the palest nadeshiko to the brightest amber and gold. Standing on the empty beach with my feet in the cold water as the sun finally climbs into the sky. My lungs filled with the salt air, the breeze off the ocean in my face, I just smile at the beauty of it all. I wouldn't call it meditation but the effect it has on me seems to be about the same.

All week the mornings had been rather cool and I was excited to wear a sweatshirt for my walks. This morning was a bit warmer and more humid so I just pulled on some ratty jeans with the top of my swimsuit and headed down to the water. But for a few fishermen the beach was wonderfully deserted as I walked with my feet in the cold, almost numbing, water.



After a bit of walking I saw a girl in the distance sitting as close to the water as possible, just like I sometimes do in the morning. As I got closer I stopped to take a few shots of her than thought I might say heyas or some other profound word. I mean I do like my morning walks alone but than again I don't normally run into somebody as stunning as her either. By sheer luck I took this shot just after a wave rolled in a bit farther than she expected. We just looked at each other for a moment than began to laugh like two kids playing in the surf.

It all became a bit surreal when I looked at her and realized she was dressed like I was, tall like I am, and was alone on the beach at dawn like I always am. I never did get to talk to her though as she got up, smiled, and walked away brushing off her wet sandy jeans. I stood there watching her walk away until I lost her in the morning haze and instantly knew what I would title the photo if it was good.

"She walked on, comforted by the surf, by the one perpetual moment of beach-time, the now and always of it."
William Gibson

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