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Suggestion Saturday: February 23, 2013

Here is this week’s list of blog posts, short stories and other tidbits from my favourite corners of the web.

From Heart of Glass (This post is work safe but previous entries on the site are not!):

Sometimes even just a little bit of progress takes a lot of time—way more time than we maybe think we have to spare.

Sometimes just the fact that you’re trying, reaching out, again, to say “I’m here when you’re ready, I’ve been here the whole time” is what finally makes a difference, even if the message has been rejected over and over again in the past.

25 Surprising Facts You Might Not Know via KenKaminsky. I can’t vouch for the truthfulness of any items on this list but I found #1 to be quite interesting.

Shunned. What happened to one woman after she accidentally became pregnant at 16 in 1966.

Deep Inside: A Study of 10,000 Porn Stars. Before you click on this link take a few seconds to imagine the “typical” porn star. Immediately I thought of a blonde woman with large breasts. Boy, was I wrong! It’s invigorating to learn the truth even if that means admitting you have blind spots.

What Blogs Do You Read? I picked up a few new favourites from this post. The comment section is full of even greater suggestions on a wide range of topics: LGBT, skepticism, the emerging church, humour, science, sex, and (U.S.) politics.

From Afterlife:

Mary pushed her black, dime store bifocals to the back of her nose. “Afterlife is existence after death. And you are all dead.”

The kids faded inside their seats. Their seven bodies turned translucent. Mary pointed again at her lesson. This was a disturbed group. Recalcitrants, every one of them.


A few years ago Westlake Soul suffered severe brain damage in a surfing accident. He can no longer speak or move but his mind can visit any or time place on earth, including his favourite memories. While his family debates whether to remove the feeding tube of a son they believe is in a persistant vegetative state Wes gears up for the battle of his life with the evil Dr. Quietus.

This was the best fantasy novel I’ve read so far in 2013. Wes’ thoughts are at turn funny, depressing, erotic (he’s quite, um, vividly heterosexual in his assessment of certain home health care aides), snarky and irreverent. Love him or hate him he’s the kind of guy every novel wishes it could attract.

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Can People Change?

INFPBarring a serious brain injury could you wake up tomorrow, decide to change your personality and successfully go through with it?

There was a time when I thought this was possible but with every passing year I believe more and more strongly that we might be able to change our minds about specific issues – religion, politics, the most delicious combination of pizza toppings –  but no one can change his or her personality.

I have always been deeply introverted, compassionate, creative and a little shy. It would be about as easy for me to stop being an INFP as it would be to command our planet to switch to a 25-hour day.

Assuming this is true for everyone why bother to set boundaries with anyone? Because behaviours can change. Not easily, of course, and not always but if the consequences are serious enough it’s surprising to see how quickly change can occur.

Last year I very assertively set boundaries with someone who was violating my personal space. I’m generally quite laid back – sometimes to excess –  so the personality switch from, “please stop,” to “back off now!” was dramatic. Did it change who this person is as an individual? No, but our relationship has shifted as they know pushing those boundaries again will get them the opposite of what they actually want.

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What do you think? Can people change? Has your personality changed over the years?

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Suggestion Saturday: February 16, 2013

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Photo by Alchemist-hp.

Here is this week’s list of blog posts, videos, photographs and other tidbits from my favourite corners of the web.

From Life is a Theatre – Who Is in Your Front Row?

Observe the people who are close to you and with whom you spend a lot of time.  Which ones uplift and inspire you?  Which ones bring you down? Which ones encourage you?  Which ones discourage you?  Which ones are growing, positive, enthusiastic and supportive?

When you leave certain people, do you feel better or feel worse?

How Old is “Too Young to Die”? A Straight Dope thread that attempts to answer this question. In general I’d say anyone under the age of 65-70 fits this description but it really depends on how well you take care of yourself and whether you adapt to or are emotionally paralyzed by change. I’ve known ancient 40-year-olds and youthful 75-year-olds.

What They Say, What They Mean. The truth about feminism. This link is work-safe but the rest of the tumblr may or may not be appropriate.

Wild Things. A short story about a woman and her unusual lover.

The Bitch is Back. What happens after menopause. Is it weird that I’m looking forward to that stage in life? I started puberty earlier than most of my peers and it’s difficult to remember what life was like before menstruation. It will be an adventure when that part of my life cycle ends in a few decades!

 

 I never grew out of reading young adult fiction. Bog Child is a good example of a book written for teenagers that may actually appeal more to adult readers. It is the story a girl who dies violently as well the tale of the troubled Irish boy who finds her body almost 2,000 years later while digging in the peat bog where her body was dumped.

What have you been reading?

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Every Day is Valentine’s Day

BigPinkHeartConfession: I’ve never celebrated a traditional Valentine’s Day. Drew and I have been together eight years without once giving or receiving boxes of chocolates or bouquets.

If he ever sent me a sappy card I’d wonder what secret code was hidden behind the mushiness. Rather than cooing over the sentimental message I’d see how quickly I could figure out what Drew was really saying.

Yet we express our love for one another every day. Sometimes we even use words.

Last week I was on antibiotics. He texted me every afternoon to remind me to take them and to see how I was feeling. Before the medicine kicked in he woke up every time I had a bad coughing fit during the night.  Life wasn’t ok until I went back to sleep.

A few years ago I started steaming green beans for dinner in an effort to eat a healthier diet. Drew quickly learned that he loved green beans that were properly cooked and seasoned, and it just so happened that there were always enough beans for two on my plate. As his appetite grew so did the servings. 😉

We don’t celebrate February 14 because every day is Valentine’s Day. Love isn’t affection, romance, or sex (although those things are wonderful!), it’s the thousands of tiny decisions you make that show the person you’ve chosen that they matter.

By all means, go out to dinner or buy a fuzzy, pink stuffed animal if your significant other likes that sort of thing. Just remember that how you treat them the rest of the year sets the tone for your relationship.

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Orange Peels in the Snow

The first snowstorm of the year had just ended.

In slushy, sloppy streets my sneakers squished 

through snow half-melted until tonight’s refreeze.

Tomorrow the sidewalk will reveal icy patches so

smooth and clear one misstep leads you to Oz.

 

Today the orange peels fly. One, two wavy sections

plop into the snow. The man in front of me tucks

wavy grey hair into a grey toque, his tan overcoat

flapping in the breeze as he throws out more peels.

It is only then I notice the scent of fresh oranges.

 

This poem came to me a few weeks ago as I was walking down the street behind a middle-aged man eating an orange and throwing peels over his shoulder.

I don’t know yet what this poem means. Sometimes I think it’s better if we don’t know what it is we’re writing although if you have an interpretation of it I’m all ears!

 

 

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Suggestion Saturday: February 9, 2013

Here is this week’s list of blog posts, quotes and other tidbits from my favourite corners of the web.

Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it, the more it will elude you. But if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder. – Henry David Thoreau

Prayers. These Buddhists accept online prayer requests that are then read aloud once a day by volunteers. I’m sharing a link to it because the idea of anonymous, electronic prayer requests reminds me of a scene in Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale where the narrator describes something similar in great detail. Does anyone remember that scene?

A Cream Cracker Under the Settee. One of the most memorable monologues I’ve ever read. I wonder how often the disturbing events alluded to in this story actually took place in previous generations?

50 Things Money Can’t Buy via OliviaMagdelene. To this list I would add:

  • A robust imagination.
  • Forgiveness.
  • The euphoria of meeting kindred spirits.
  • Happy lucid dreams.

What Your Favourite Ice Cream Says About You. When I have a bad cold or the flu and hate the thought of eating or drinking soy mint chocolate chip ice cream is my ultimate food bribe. Only 50% of what this site says about my choice is true but it has given me an ice cream craving!

A Legends Position on Banning Assault Rifles. One of the best ways to explain your position on a controversial subject is to tell a story.

From New Age Bullies:

During my 36 years as a psychotherapist, I’ve seen many clients who have been victims of people like those Hannah and my friend describe. I call them New Age Bullies — those who, sometimes with the best intentions, repeat spiritual movement shibboleths, with little understanding of how hurtful their advice can be.

Imagine you’re a black Korean war veteran returning Home to Georgia. After fighting for your country you come back to a society that has institutionalized discrimination against you. In the 90 years since the Civil War ended precious little has changed. Normally I wish Toni Morrison’s books were shorter. This time I didn’t want to stop listening to Frank’s stories. He’s the kind of literary character that feels more real to me than some of the flesh and blood people I know!

What have you been reading?

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Mailbag #10

A reader asks:

How do you say no when people dump their emotional stuff onto you?

This post might be helpful to you.

I used to think it was my responsibility to help others get better. It isn’t. Sometimes the most compassionate thing you can do is to not try to fix them.

For example, there are people in my life who turn every anthill into Mt. Everest. Have you caught a cold? It’s going to develop into deadly pneumonia. Starting a new business? It’s doomed to fail. Going on a trip? The woodpeckers/manatee/penguins in that area have developed a taste for human blood…and they hunt in packs now.

Logically explaining that these scenarios are extremely unlikely to occur doesn’t help in my case. Depending on what’s going on with your loved ones it might work better for you.

What does help? Taking a step back from them emotionally. While so-and-so waxes on I pretend that I’m an anthropologist studying a new culture. As I have a tendency to be pretty snarky about these things I usually respond with a moment of silence before changing the subject. I’d rather be accused of ignoring someone than of saying something cruel. Although I don’t ignore them as individuals…just their emotion dumps. 😉

Readers, what else would you recommend?

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The Internet is not a Four-Letter Word

Over the last year or so some of the most popular search terms for this blog have been related to whether or not the Internet is good for our social skills.

I’ve had an online presence since the spring of 1999 and ever since then have heard the same arguments against spending time online trotted out regularly. Today I’ll be pushing back against the assumptions behind them. The arguments are in bold and my comments immediately follow.

The Internet is dangerous. Actually, most cases of rape, child abuse and certain types of murder are committed by someone the victim knows. Anyone can lie about their identity, past or intentions. Of course we should be cautious around people we don’t know well but meeting online doesn’t make “John” dangerous any more than meeting “Sally” at a friend’s party (or being related to her) makes her a trustworthy babysitter.

Internet relationships don’t foster genuine connections! Tell that to my husband. 😉 Longtime readers already know this but we first met on a message board many years ago. I didn’t know what he looked like until we met in person but I loved the man I’d gotten to know through email and phone calls. Yes,  one should be cautious in the beginning while you figure out if the other person is whom they claim to be but this is true of any relationship.

The Internet is destroying our social skills. I’ve never seen evidence of this. There have always been (and will always be) rude and polite people in this world. No technology can change human nature.

The Internet undermines local relationships. To be honest I do think access to the Internet has changed how often some people spend time with neighbours and acquaintances. Twenty years ago one’s social circle was almost always limited to people who lived nearby: coworkers, neighbours, friends of friends. If you shared common interests and a similar outlook on life this worked out well but it was also incredibly isolating for anyone who deviated from the norm. It’s much easier to pine for the good old days if you’ve never had to worry about being ostracized or discriminated against.

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Suggestion Saturday: February 2, 2013

Here is this week’s list of blog posts, videos, quotes and other tidbits from my favourite corners of the web.

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.- Anaïs Nin

The Science of Sex Abuse. Trigger warning for rape and childhood sexual abuse. I don’t know if any of my followers are unusually sensitive to that topic…but you have been warned! Everyone agrees that sexual abuse is horrifying. What we don’t always agree on is what the best way is to stop current abusers and prevent tomorrow’s rapists from attacking anyone. The problem is we haven’t figured out the most effective treatment yet.

Nice Try, Sauron. Ok, which one of you did this? 😀

One of My Best Workers. From verbal abuse to gentle compliments, what we say to one another matters.

Father Time is My Peer via StoryRoute. A man visits old classmates in a nursing home and contemplates his future. It was hard to choose just one essay from this site as so many of them stretched my mind.

From How Doctors Die:

It’s not a frequent topic of discussion, but doctors die, too. And they don’t die like the rest of us. What’s unusual about them is not how much treatment they get compared to most Americans, but how little. For all the time they spend fending off the deaths of others, they tend to be fairly serene when faced with death themselves.

Many years ago my aunt gave me a copy of What Katy Did for Christmas. It tells the story of a girl living in the nineteenth century whose spine is injured in a accident. One day she’s healthy and active, the next she’s bedridden and in terrible pain. Given the time period this was written in there is of course some heavy-handed moralizing about being a good example and proper young woman but what I remember loving about the story is how Katy is encouraged to find a kernel of joy in even the most hopeless circumstances.

What have you been reading?

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Stairs to No End

Stairs to no end from Daniella Koffler on Vimeo.

This is a parable about asking questions, the fear that inhibits us and how difficult it is to stifle curiosity permanently.

When I was 11 years old I thought all adults had to have children especially if they ended up in a longterm relationship. The few I met who did not follow this rule were deliciously rebellious. I wondered how they’d gotten away with it but was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to follow in their footsteps. For one thing, most of them were men and I’d somehow come to the conclusion that the rules weren’t so easily bent for women.

I didn’t know why things were this way or how to change them but in quiet moments I thought about it often. It was a puzzle for which I hadn’t been given all of the pieces yet.

There were a few adult women in our social circles who waited until they were really old to have a baby. Some were 30 or even older! I thought, therefore, that I could probably delay it until I was that age. At which point I’d figure out some other reason to wait just one more year for a decade or two until I became impossibly old.

It was only as I grew older that I figured out that becoming a parent really was a choice. No one could force me to have a child and it was ok to never do it.

That realization was a breathe of fresh air.  In the near future would come other labels: bi. non-theist. humanist.

A generation or two ago I don’t know that I would have been able to be so open about who I really am to the world.

But it all started with a question I had yet to answer and a conviction I couldn’t (quite) name.

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What did you think of the video? What questions or identities have bubbled their way to your surfaces?

 

 

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