My Quest. My Concern. My Conscience.

Dear Readers: This blog is a way for me to sort of find the forest of my conscience amid the trees of sentience. In other words, my soul is troubled by such human experience. In other words, I want to be a more positive person, genuinely, through and through.

Maybe, I’m lost forever… or maybe been here all along. If I can at least stick to writing in this blog without letting it drive me crazy with embarrassment or obsession, I’ll consider, at least, this effort a positive thing.

I’m going to try not to waste your time with chaotic links. But please pardon my progress as I work to understand myself; as I try to organize my own thoughts as recorded here,  I hope you also will be able to piece together clues that may lead to a greater appreciation of Conscience.

Investigating the “Categories” one at a time might help you form insights into  things about life that haunt or challenge me. I’m trying carefully to make the categories helpful, even though my purpose is so abstract.  Also note that from now on, when I add a category, I’ll mark it New, hoping it helps readers keep track of where they’ve already been.

With Love and Hope and sometimes Despair,

Yours truly,

Vicki

May 1, 2013 Journal and Love to my Followers

Much of the anxiety about those I love has resolved itself by now. I’m very thankful that no one I most identify with has died– although they came close to dying.

I continue another day’s survival thanks to those who identify with me. While giving thanks, I would be remiss not to include the Founders and Guardians of the U.S. Democracy.

May 1st is a comfort. A quiet weed-eater (two houses down) and my personal caged-animal tossing his toy within his confines make just enough noise to help me mark my place in this world. Open windows let clean, slightly moist pre-downpour air circulate around me. I can discern that the dog visited the cess-stream behind my house, but his mustiness isn’t overwhelming.

Since this is very peaceful for me, but boring to y’all,  I’ll leave it at that. .  .Ps. I still love you all very much!

 

Inspirations to photograph ever more ^_^

Inspirations to photograph ever more ^_^.

I don’t want to introduce this too much. I’m afraid something I might say would bias someone’s spontaneous reaction to it. I will say it’s all natural. No special effects. Hope you like it.

without doubts / senza dubbi / fără dubii

without doubts / senza dubbi / fără dubii.

This is profound.

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The ghost and the dinosaur: Ephemerality and reminiscence are taking the Web

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Snapchat, the real-time picture chatting app, couldn't have chosen a better mascot. It's a playful, cut-sheet ghost that speaks to the service's impermanent nature, assuring users  their self-destructing messages and images are not long for this world, effectively transforming them into social networking ghosts.

Snapchat CEO Evan Spiegel championed impermanence at the Dive into Mobile conference yesterday, saying: "In this world, deletion as the default works pretty well," and "We believe the default should be ephemerality." Which raises the question: Would the Web be better if it weren't so damn permanent?

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Answer for Shakti

Writing a reply to a comment on my post “pressure” with the Billy Joel link, I decided to make it a post. He asked me, “What is it that makes you equate desensitization and “dulling if senses” with mellowing of age?” I’m starting the answer now, and will post as much as I can. But I’ll have to finish later. 

Hi Shakti. Thank you for stopping by to make me think. :) My head feeling particularly dull this morning, as though I’m still asleep, I will use your question to help me wake up.

In case I forget –and start rambling about mellowing –I just want to tell you that I understand what you’re saying about rehearsing desensitization. I agree that it is during those times that we tend to let things happen which we regret.

Unfortunately, sometimes people literally get trapped and are basically helpless. At such time, “desensitization” is the only coping tool at hand. The pressure of such an event can be felt long after the event has been resolved –at least, for practical purposes. I think the word “baggage” is not kind to use for such things, because baggage is chosen to be carried forward. In cases such as this, no manner of forgiveness or positive attitude can completely dislodge all the psychological effects of the trauma. You probably didn’t think I was really talking about such urgently appropriate desensitization. More about this later.

I want to talk about “mellowing of age”. That is an expression I associate with people who have always been mean and difficult, but start to sweeten in their demeanor in their senior years. People with personal attributes of paranoia, rudeness, or vindictiveness can finally become tolerant, considerate and humble. It’s bound to be largely an effect of hormonal changes. More on this later, too. (Many old folks become downright gullible, but that’s not at all on the subject.)

Now, “Dulling of senses” is just unfortunate no matter how you look at it. None of us want that. It suggests that we are knives that should have been sharpened, put to good use. 

Shakti, in your comment you wrote, “as we rehearse desensitization in our minds, we gain more things to be regretful for in our lives.” I agree with this; however, I do not agree that the regretful things are caused by the rehearsal of desensitization–at least not in all cases. 

I suppose the challenge lies in discernment. Can one always discern when desensitization is absolutely necessary? I know first hand that one may not be able to do so. I will admit that in my personal experience, emotional reactions from childhood recur when I have to deal with my mom,  which leave me feeling inept as an autonomous human being. I find myself desensitizing myself to what I want to do.

Well that’s all I have time for. Hope it’s interesting. I’ll come back to it, and when I do, I’ll put Edit #1″ etc., by the title. Thanks for reading.

 

“Pressure” With Commentary

Billy Joel’s “Pressure” is my offering today. Funny, as I get older I don’t feel the pressure like I used to do. It’s probably because I’ve been pinned so long–desensitized. Weakened heart. Dulled senses. Or, on a positive note, maybe it’s mellowing with age. Oddly enough, I miss pressure. Yanno that’s what holds our insides in.. ;) yup Maybe that’s why I keep spillin’ myself all over this blog.

Oh, by the way, the ad on this video actually caught my attention as well. Anybody know about this? Also, btw, really good video. Wish the pic had posted. hope link works.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iyv905Q2omU