Saturday, September 22, 2012

My Obsession with Icons

I collect icons. I am not a hoarder. I am a collector. I am also in denial. My collection of icons is very large and covers a vast amount of hard drive space on more than one hard drive.

This crazy obsession began a half dozen or more (more) years ago when I was playing around with my first (of three) Palm C. The icons for the calendar program activated some (other) lurking weirdness in me and I was soon hooked on finding more. Just to have them. I mean, what can you do with icons?

I tried finding ways to use them. All kinds of different things. Here's one of them. It's in the form of a reebus-like puzzle memo to myself.

Who does this??

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Does Anybody Know Where They're Going?

My 'path', as it were, is notable (from my perspective) for a few of its characteristics, one of them being it is a path littered with so many dead ends and false turns, it is less a path than it is a maze, the difference being one is created and utilized as a route from here to there while the other includes the potential to get there from here, it is designed to test, not assist, in the travel.

So, it is often that I find myself nose up against one of those dead ends. Then, I have a choice. I can either stay there, contemplating the wall, I can stay there and rail against the wall, attempting to make my way through it by force, I can stay there and pretend that this is exactly where I meant to be, in fact, this is the end of the maze, I made it! Eureka! (That would be my denial yelling "Eureka!", in case that wasn't apparent.). However, reality will inevitably win the stare down and I will turn around, take a breath, and head back in the direction I came until I reach another turn in the road to choose. Hoping, always, that it ends more productively than the last.

I do this every single day of my life and as of date, that makes this my 15,930th travel day. I would consider myself, therefore, somewhat of an expert in this maze/path thing but for how lost I feel all the time. 

Ever notice that the surface of the brain looks a lot like a maze? Go figure.

Friday, July 6, 2012

Will the Real Sociopath Please Stand Up?

Sociopath, psychopath, person with anti-social personality disorder isn't a simple task to find agreement about these descriptions. Are they synonymous or distinct from one another?

Aside from the individual who as a child was "fascinated by fire" and actually started fires, tortured small animals then graduated to a sadistic serial killer of their fellow human, do any of these terms describe someone who is basically bereft of a conscience or failed to physiologically develop whatever part of the brain that provides the ability to empathize or feel guilt when it would be appropriate? That's the person I'd like to understand better.

To that end, here is short "favorites" list (mine) of links that provide different perspectives on the subject:

Profile of the Sociopath
The Unburdened Mind
Sociopath World

"How You Feel What Another Body Feels"  
Scientific American, (Article) June 26, 2012
"How to spot a sociopath"
Natural News, (Article) June 8, 2012

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Meet the New Occupant

If you found yourself here by way of a URL link from another site, I wanted to make provisions for those expecting a different blog author.

This was, at one time in a not very distant past, the blog name for an unknown person self-described as having the condition of anti-social personality disorder (pyschopathy).

If you were expecting to learn something interesting about this psychological phenomenon, you may be disappointed.

However, here is a link back to where I discovered that this blog name was no longer occupied by its' original owner.