Month: January 2013

Please ignore yesterdays post on consciousness.  It doesn’t really fly as a friend pointed out.  Take away half of the brain, or cut the connection between the brain and consciousness pushes forward (probably, I’ve never researched).

Just to define what I mean by consciousness; meta cognition.  The realization that we know we exist.

Better guess, is that meta cognition is just part of the evolutionary development of the brain.  But I don’t know enough about the brain to figure out which parts are older and which parts are newer.

Cheers.

I think I finally figured out what creates human consciousness.

Consciousness is simply the ability for each half of our brain (which is pretty much a self-sufficient mini-brain) to recognize the other half.  It is in this recognition that consciousness is created.

It is the natural evolution of the brain, as well.

 

I had the opportunity to be in San Diego this weekend (note to future self – certainly a place to retire!) and between a cold and time change from coast to coast, ended up going to sleep around 9PM and up a few times, until packing and leaving for home around 5AM. 

Around 630AM I realized that I could try to get on an earlier flight and hopped on a taxi to the airport, which was pretty close by.    Pretty soon after I arrived, it was clear that my 145PM flight was the earliest flight I would be on, and since I didn’t bring my computer due to size, facing a seven hour span with nothing to do at the airport. 

I took a nap on the floor for an hour, tried texting a few friends, and played on my mobile device, but the constriction of being in an airport with no shops, no real communication devises, and a lingering throat ache preventing conversations that I have been delaying the past week, meant horrible boredom.

Wow, I realize now that this post is a complaint about having nothing to do.  What an ironic post!  How many people would love to be in a life situation, where their biggest complaint, is nothing.

Having spend time on life meaning, I now realize that man’s search for meaning, is nothing other than the evolutionary force that propels us to meaningful action.

This is a core need, and when unfulfilled, results in frustration and unhappiness. 

Of course, I think through medidation, we can find a state of comfort with nothing for extended periods, but as I don’t yet have a teacher that can effectively teach the art of meditation, in the interim I remain under the influence of productive action.    

 

Well, there I go again, making the same mistake twice.

There really is no excuse for repeating ones mistakes, other than for the masochists among us.

So why do we do it?  Because we don’t give proper attention to our mistakes.  We like to think we are pretty put together, so when a mistake happens, well, we minimalize it, so as not to fly in the face of our own amazing opinion of ourselves.

However, in doing this, not only are we drop dead wrong, but we are doomed to repeat the same old mistake.  Again and again, until we start paying attention.

So the only real way out of the predicament is to see ourselves as a person in constant growth, celebrate our mistakes as battle wounds for living bravely, then focus on our mistakes, and ask ourselves what we need to remember NOT to do again.

Perhaps this focus will allow us to in fact, make bigger and better mistakes further on down the line, instead of the same old stupid mistake that keeps us from progressing.

 

I have this things where I let my kids stay up as late as they want one night on the weekend every once in a while when nothing important is happening the next day.

This past weekend, was one of those times.

While in the past, there has been no real negative consequence of “no bedtime night”, this past weekend, well, one of my sons had a last minute sleep-over the next night, and pretty much ended up with “no bedtime weekend.”

Long story short, my son was tired and irritable, and since one of the best ways to calm a child is to remain calm (plus I really don’t like to lose my mojo), I was doing my best to keep things under control.

So there we are, in the car and I say, “Son, I just want you to know that you are really annoying me, with your bad attitude.”

To which he responds, “No Dad, you are annoying yourself.”

And I knew he was absolutely correct.

Life is good.