Heavy physical work, the care of home and children, petty quarrels with neighbors, films, football, beer, and above all, gambling filled up the horizon of their minds. To keep them in control was not difficult…. All that was required of them was a primitive patriotism which could be appealed to whenever it was necessary to make them accept longer working hours or shorter rations. And when they become discontented, as they sometimes did, their discontentment led nowhere, because being without general ideas, they could only focus it on petty specific grievances.
notes from November OFJ lecture by Jacqueline J West, PhD The Shadows and Gifts of American Narcissism Friday 11/12/10 organized via www.ofj.org also some notes on Narcissism taken from a variety of sources ( tidbits feed ideas about American apathyCollapse )
Being successful doesn't make us happy. But being happy (having good relationships, good autonomy, doing something meaningful) is more likely to make us successful. --Sonia Simone
Justice is what love looks like when it speaks out in public. --Bill Sinkford
The small man Builds cages for everyone He Knows. While the sage, Who has to duck his head When the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the Beautiful Rowdy Prisoners.
Humans need to believe in something to have some sense of control in difficult times. The more confusing the situation, the great our sense of loss of control, the greater our need for understanding. The understanding that we create may be based in relatively few facts, and it may be true, or untrue. But we perceive the patterns and act based on our understanding, regardless. This link is to a 17.49 minute long Science Friday radio program that speaks to these tendencies in humans. ( moreCollapse )
Shakti wakes me up at first light, and that is very early this time of year. She's high energy and wants to play--which in effect means that she tears things up and crawls where she doesn't belong. For example, she will go into the refrigerator if I open it. I must be careful not to forget her. If I get rattle a plastic shopping bag, she goes wild. When I put one where she can get to it, she crawls straight inside and lays down. I pick her up and twirl her in it. She loves it. She fights and plays with the bag until her paws are sticking out of it. She plays with electrical cords until everything is unplugged. And she finds rapture when she hears the buzz of a hummingbird outside the window, and goes to catch it. So far she hasn't caught any hummingbirds, but she catches the other birds by hanging out under the bird bath table. There is a plague of grasshoppers who have devoured half of my plants. The mint, which just a few weeks ago was blooming glorious purple outside my window, has been chowed down to a few brown sticks. The grasshoppers come in the window and lurk in my apartment. One time they found some flowers on my bedside table and ate the whole boquet while I was at work. I have become efficient at catching them and throwing them back out the window. I used to capture them under a glass but now I just grab them in my fist. They have strong legs. The kitten likes to play with them, and eats them, all but the legs. ( RamblingsCollapse )
I felt some loneliness the first week I was here. But now, no. I have enough acquaintances to not feel lonely. The landlady, Marie, speaks English and her bf is American. And her niece, Emma, also…
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