It’s not a problem for the Dutch alone, but when it comes to walking their dogs, it’s usually a case of the dog walking the Dutch. When a dog’s pulling at the lead, the dog is telling the walker that the dog is boss. It’s not very helpful in a world where the busy road next to them has cars travelling at 60km/h (40mph). Oh, and it’s a 30km/h zone… but again, that’s not something limited to the Dutch alone. But these are problems we’ve created for ourselves.
This trend was not a marker of intelligence: The researchers looked at each student’s ACT score (1) and found that among students with the same ACT score, the more attractive ones did significantly better in class.
They also found that male professors were more likely than female professors to give higher grades to pretty women.
Here’s the kicker: When these same students took online courses, the deviation disappeared completely.
Most professors are men. If you don’t believe me, just nip over to Linkedin and do a quick search. You’ll discover that most of them are. This doesn’t mean that women aren’t intelligent, humans are human after all. What it does mean is that humans – men and women – are partial when it comes to the truth. They want their version of the truth and that’s an end of the matter.
There are well over a dozen posts on the topic of the Subconscious, and twenty on my private blog. Yet in all of them I haven’t discussed the subject directly. However, there was a purpose in this: none of us can perceive our subconscious in any way. My rambling around the subject has been on account of this problem: putting the situation backwards meant that it’s been possible to describe the outward manifestation of the subconscious without speaking about it directly.
After all, nobody can see it, so speaking about it directly will imply that I am stark raving mad. Well, no few people think that already; the problem being that in telling me that I am mad, they inevitably demonstrate the nature of the subconscious. They do this by hanging themselves with their own rope (1)
I was chatting with a friend on Facebook, which led me to post his earlier than planned.
It was two weeks ago that I visited the Museum de Fundatie in Zwolle, and their exhibition “Zie de Mens, 100 Jaar, 100 Gezichten” – See the man, 100 years, 100 portraits. I hadn’t really intended to go, it is modern art, after all. There were one or two pictures that were worth seeing – Isaac Israël’s portrait of a woman standing in front of van Gogh’s sunflowers most certainly was, and is to be the focus of an upcoming post.
This post deals with the freedom a painter has when it comes to putting a brush onto canvas. I mean, it is possible to paint practically anything and people from Picasso to Jackson Pollock have pushed the boundaries well beyond the sensible, leave alone the intelligible. Thankfully, this is an exhibition focussing on portraiture.
Letters are everywhere we go now. A letter is, after all, a depiction, an image of a sound – albeit that this is abstracted from reality in every conceivable manner. Only the vowels have the faintest recollection of the sounds they represent. For the child in the mainstream school, this dislocation is total and complete: teaching a five year old to read will instil this capacity at a time when there is no conscious capacity to reflect. Thus the knowledge of reading will be both unquestioned, and more importantly, unthought of.
That is the danger.
I was reading in The Guardian newspaper, a headline that is tipped “Moscow’s Influence.” This being because one of the candidates in the Bulgarian elections is not wholly opposed to the Russians.
This is a quote from the article:
“Voters in Bulgaria and Moldova could extend Moscow’s influence in eastern Europe on Sunday in potential fresh blows to the European Union.
Bulgarians are expected to elect a Russia-friendly former air force commander as president in a runoff election, setting the stage for months of political uncertainty for the EU member country.”
I was discussing a few issues with a friend, Alexandra Sarll during the last few days; she described a situation in which her schizophrenia was brought about. Now this young lady has the capacity to understand the role of her comfort zone, even if she hasn’t yet formally understood the processes. This is reality we’re dealing with here, and reality can exhibit itself in ways that can baffle us – it certainly baffled me for long enough. Untangling our own thoughts is the first step to being able to discern the way in which a process affects our own behaviour, along with the behaviour of others. Thus whilst Alex hasn’t quite got the measure of the comfort zone itself, she has, nonetheless, a broad experiential foundation that will help her to come to terms with it.