Sunday, 22 May 2011

How to get ahead in advertising - Solstice - Cock Sure - On The Horn - Standup - Wankin


How to get ahead in advertising

I don't advertise the things I'm proud of often, because that's vain and comes before a fall, whenever I've got a little too big for me boots or it has every time in the past. I'm nonetheless concious and appreciative of them and that just makes me more open and even more, if that's possible, honest.

Tired of fiction, I CAN handle the truth, we can ALL handle the truth

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Avebury Summer Solstice Celebrations

As I won't be cycling to Avebury this year, I will be able to sit down without wincing, for a week afterwards, having peddled twenty something miles to and from in twenty four hours, fitting in a few pints and a hearty meal at the pub before chilling for hours and never remembering to bring a good blanket and wear twice as many clothes as normal to stay warm amongst the huge stones until dawn kisses the horizon. Last year was the best yet as I saw a red flame like energy crackling and pervading the atmosphere all around the inside of the circle where we sat.

Leaving before the sun was up yet was a wrench but sometimes the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few or the one in this case and that left me wide awake in the middle of nowhere on the outskirts of everywhere watching that fiery ball rise up, the sky melt to my assent, dancing along the road and back, up and down that quiet country lane that leads through farmland to gods country our perfect secret camping spot near white horses chalk hills and then with bruised swollen bumcheeks cycle painfully home. But not this year ;)

I genuinely felt the love, said a little hello to everyone I know, to kinda pass it on...

Mid Summer

June 20th to the 21st or 22nd ;) whose counting? I might never leave

Red Lion

A Bottle of Medieval Mead in years gone by although I think the post office shop has closed?

oh well I'm going prepared in a vehicle with four wheels and hammocks tents and all sorts of warm gear this time. This year I'm going to make it to dawn and beyond before I pag out...

Pacing myself better these days anyway perhaps that's a necessity at my age ;)

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Cock Sure

Cock Pushups, nuff said great band, songs, film... Lee lee lee lee lee lee lee lee lee, mutherfuckin Lee!

Although to be fair cock pullups would have been a better way to describe that exercise...

Is it true that sex lasts for like 5 to 6 minutes and ten minutes if you're really lucky ladies?

Not working out, toning the right muscles, get him down and give you twenty cock pullups

Tantra is more a natural process that evolves, of finding a way to ride the crest of a wave
not looking to reach a single crescendo crashing on the beach as soon as you can...
but the collection of energy overflowing from the currents within the waves
the dispersal to any body within it's sphere of influence and joy unbound
so many waves
flowing

An hour isn't unlikely but 45 minutes would be a minimum, if a job's worth doing...
But that's tantra, it's not a dare or a record, it is not a race for gawds sake
Unless it is, in which case I'll probably win as I can get competitive
Only in certain circumstances, on the football field I used to be
Competition involves winners & losers, prefer a lovers alibi
Quantity may be cheaper but not as satisfying
Quality items last, you all know that girls

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Stand-up commedian's used to bow and then STANDUP

That's what I've been saying about touching your toes, that's a stand-up too, a standing sit-up if you prefer.

Think about it.

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Not Shy On The Horn

I'll beep at you now, I used to be quite unrestrained and yes out with my verbal roadrage... I'm better now but I do like to let the real arses have a blast of my diesel pugs belter so when they deserve to feel my displeasure they do!

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Masterbation Big topic One Sentence

If you don't know what makes you feel good, pleases you, brings you off, do you really expect some other person to find out for you and then have to teach you?
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I do have a point about the way that young men experiment and if it's porn from the start I'm guessing that's why they seem to have an attitude that a woman should want whatever they do, whenever they do and always in the same order with the same conclusion. Great expectations not!

I seem to remember a lot more imagination and fantasy involved rather than graphic representations...

Leading not to a hormone driven fixation
but rather to a mind body reflex
Un-inhibition not perversion
Desire not addiction

Hibition
Light &
Love
Jon
x

Wednesday, 18 May 2011

Tongue Tied - Where's The Coffin? - Lowest Of The Low

when was the last time you looked at the moon?
Some don't see the man but a hare

Last Night Of The Full Moon Tonight...
Look in on it once in a while for me.
In case I forget


Where's The Coffin?

Clearing and digging and planting my friends new allotment last Saturday, suddenly hit something big and solid under the soil. Finding a big thick plastic substance in the way we dug around the edges, only to find that it was huge, some mentioned the possibility of a body of course and as it grew really big we finally found an edge. Lifting it up the builders had 'disposed of' i.e. hidden a massive pile of bind weed root right under the topsoil on my mates new Allotment. We we're faced with three options, get it out, leave it open for the builders to remove, as the sight hasn't been handed over yet, or finally, fill it back in which we duly did.

So with the hole patted down and an 8 foot piece of timber I'd dug up at the other end of the plot, placed over the obviously replaced soil to mark it in case the builders do get their arses in gear and finish the job properly, the chief whatshisfeller of the Allotment Associayshun (don't yew know lahddy bleedin dah ;) who is actually a bit pompous but gave my mate some raspberry bushes so can't be all bad comes over with an official looking mate from the council or summink and asks the question, "Where's the coffin" to which I replied in split seconds, "We've Buried It". My wit was faster than a speeding bullet, setting a new personal record. Probably a bit brusquely but I assume that was the one beer and no sleep and hard work on a saturday ;)

Lowest Of The Low

We are the lowest of the low. Hierarchies are shit. Blunt but fair. Tribal societies uh like where we came from yeah? They have a council of elders. In most cases and in few others in spite of it, the effect of meeting foreigners from the continents that we are from meant having to feel like they need to change their ways in line or maybe it was just some Men thinking, "hey guys we can take over and kick the women out of our leadership because it seems everyone else in the world is doing it. "

In my current society, at work, which is basically a nuthouse for the wrongly committed respected and trusted to the slightly annoying to the reasonably evil, racist and depraved. Feel free to pick which group you assume I come from...

I am an agency bod which is even worse than working there full time. The dread on their little and huge faces, the delight that the bullying little twat of a boss man takes in being a see you next tuesday, I know! But I'm not being P.C. just like to save that word for special occasions...

For us we have that as a daily or weekly chore to deal with, the boredom when there's nothing to do and we shudn't be there, the busyness when there's three shipping containers to empty in a day and you get no lunch (I am allowed a break or insist or feign fainting, or actually do feel a bit queesy and go grab some weetabix or whatever rations I have today hehe I was right as rain in seconds funnily enough ;)

But the added stress for us is we're on a week to week notice with this place, but hey I just do my usual, I'm polite but join in gladly when we're slagging off the boss, and it's a cracking laugh even if I just have a straight face sometimes if I decide I can't really laugh at a joke or agree with a sentiment. It's definitely an education but not an eyeopener at all. Been everywhere done everything. I want roots, deep and strong, putting some down, spose I was all along.

Ooh I was checking a new e.p. the other day although I think I've been had and through paypal too ;) Song writing, hmm I bet that's really difficult. I'd be much better at it with someone to bounce ideas off. In fact I'm much better at being the guy behind the scenes than the one leading the march, I can get performance anxiety when whatever it is means something to me.


Tongue Tied

I'm not the sort of person who is short of a word or two, some might use the phrase verbal diarrhoea, although I'd like to think that is only with people I feel really comfortable with as I take a while to warm to someone and open up, and anyway I let other people get more words in edgeways now, I learn't that sometimes, other people do have something to say :0 and some of it is even worth listening to...? I know! It was a surprise to me too. Growing up, or gaining experience as I like to call it, I treated conversation as the enemy and developed a quick wit in order to provide me with one-liners that I could use to divert attention from me and get out of the room or area, that was requiring of me to get engaged and involved. A coping mechanism from the anxiety that new situations would bring.

These days and for a long time now, I only ever get tongue tied in one situation, cos I can still bullshit my way out of almost anything when necessary but when I'm talking with someone and then I realise that I like them and I think they like me, my tongue and lips seem to be concentrating very hard on performing other tasks, or the possibility and I have to make an excuse and get out of there. At that point on Saturday night I'm fairly sure, although some people are a little touchy feely anyway especially in such a relaxed and awesome environment and after all I've met this person a few times now, although I'd say we'd barely talked before, more of an acquaintance, a happy one mind you.

Really good conversation, and what's more it's on the right side in terms of percentage terms for me, about them 60 / 40 me although I'm guessing as I don't have an eidetic memory I have an emotional memory, it usually takes a concious effort or someone else mentioning a particular evening for anything to start flooding back. It's why I'm such a good confidant, I remember what you tell me, but not until you bring it up. I live in the moment so there are more memorable ones, I've always done it naturally. It's why in terms of pendulum swings when it comes to the human condition mine were longer and more extreme. I didn't do anything by halves and when I wanted to avoid being here, I really wasn't. There are periods I've completely blanked out and never come up and people too, that I don't miss in the least but many I remember fondly who I do of course think about from time to time like everyone does.

I really enjoy any time I spend with women, always have when my best friends have usually (2 to 1) been those of my friends who are girls but if it's someone new or that you like, if their talking a little bit more than me it would give me enough time to think of something to say and also mean the focus or pressure as I saw it was off... Being a good listener helps. Having something to say in return was a real struggle at first for me back in the day, I mean look at those lips, why should I be following the conversation? I can't concentrate when all I can think about is kissing them? Lol

Anyway conversations like these are really fabulush, when you're in the company of people who are open and honest and not trying to either make themselves look good or doing themselves down. I like to self deprecate as much as, well not as much as I used to, hey fishing for compliments isn't what we call it but yes that's what it is... I don't want them anymore but they're gratefully accepted and when the feeling is mutual it's such a buzz.

So glad when people don't pretend they're someone they're not, otherwise ten years down the line you may have wasted the best years of your life getting to really know someone that bears little resemblance to the personality you originally met...

Why do they say there is a seven years itch? (well there isn't unless we believe there is and decide to get hitched to someone we don't actually know yet). Love people from the moment you meet them, love them for being them and not being what you want them to be.

Some laughs are good
Some honesty is better
A connection is the best

Nice memories.

I'm an ex celebate, unrequited, sworn off the lot of you at various stages, once shy and retiring or when pissed drunken overbearing (I assume cos I don't remember a lot;) and I'm guessing that now I'm somewhere inbeteen... Although never a slutty pisshead, luckily for me too much is too much... I become a 1% of brain activity homing pigeon and return home from wherever I am. I don't drink to get drunk much anymore especially abroad like in Spain! It's nearly impossible anyway when your putting away so much great food x te amo mucho espana (don't correct me if I'm wrong let me have this one please?)

I'm just as fussy as I've ever been, so if you're not pretty on the inside it doesn't matter to me what you look like.

And afterall when you haven't wanted to go for a swim in a long time, you really enjoy and appreciate just dipping your toes in, let alone getting a few lengths under your belt :)

Look out for everyone else & you're taken care of. Stop thinking what do I want?

I love people not for what they can do for me but for who they are, every time.

Won't fall in love again and that way I can never fall out of it again...

I'm in love with love... To love unconditionally is to get it back never having requested it ;)
But nevertheless so much more than you could ever want
Light &
Yes ;)
Love
Jon
x

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Perception - Rejection

Perception (excerpt from an article in The New Yorker:- link below)

A new scientific understanding of perception has emerged in the past few decades, and it has overturned classical, centuries-long beliefs about how our brains work—though it has apparently not penetrated the medical world yet. The old understanding of perception is what neuroscientists call “the naïve view,” and it is the view that most people, in or out of medicine, still have. We’re inclined to think that people normally perceive things in the world directly. We believe that the hardness of a rock, the coldness of an ice cube, the itchiness of a sweater are picked up by our nerve endings, transmitted through the spinal cord like a message through a wire, and decoded by the brain.

In a 1710 “Treatise Concerning the Principles of Human Knowledge,” the Irish philosopher George Berkeley objected to this view. We do not know the world of objects, he argued; we know only our mental ideas of objects. “Light and colours, heat and cold, extension and figures—in a word, the things we see and feel—what are they but so many sensations, notions, ideas?” Indeed, he concluded, the objects of the world are likely just inventions of the mind, put in there by God. To which Samuel Johnson famously responded by kicking a large stone and declaring, “I refute it thus!

Still, Berkeley had recognized some serious flaws in the direct-perception theory—in the notion that when we see, hear, or feel we are just taking in the sights, sounds, and textures of the world. For one thing, it cannot explain how we experience things that seem physically real but aren’t: sensations of itching that arise from nothing more than itchy thoughts; dreams that can seem indistinguishable from reality; phantom sensations that amputees have in their missing limbs. And, the more we examine the actual nerve transmissions we receive from the world outside, the more inadequate they seem.

Our assumption had been that the sensory data we receive from our eyes, ears, nose, fingers, and so on contain all the information that we need for perception, and that perception must work something like a radio. It’s hard to conceive that a Boston Symphony Orchestra concert is in a radio wave. But it is. So you might think that it’s the same with the signals we receive—that if you hooked up someone’s nerves to a monitor you could watch what the person is experiencing as if it were a television show.

Yet, as scientists set about analyzing the signals, they found them to be radically impoverished. Suppose someone is viewing a tree in a clearing. Given simply the transmissions along the optic nerve from the light entering the eye, one would not be able to reconstruct the three-dimensionality, or the distance, or the detail of the bark—attributes that we perceive instantly.

Or consider what neuroscientists call “the binding problem.” Tracking a dog as it runs behind a picket fence, all that your eyes receive is separated vertical images of the dog, with large slices missing. Yet somehow you perceive the mutt to be whole, an intact entity travelling through space. Put two dogs together behind the fence and you don’t think they’ve morphed into one. Your mind now configures the slices as two independent creatures.

The images in our mind are extraordinarily rich. We can tell if something is liquid or solid, heavy or light, dead or alive. But the information we work from is poor—a distorted, two-dimensional transmission with entire spots missing. So the mind fills in most of the picture. You can get a sense of this from brain-anatomy studies. If visual sensations were primarily received rather than constructed by the brain, you’d expect that most of the fibres going to the brain’s primary visual cortex would come from the retina. Instead, scientists have found that only twenty per cent do; eighty per cent come downward from regions of the brain governing functions like memory. Richard Gregory, a prominent British neuropsychologist, estimates that visual perception is more than ninety per cent memory and less than ten per cent sensory nerve signals. When Oaklander theorized that M.’s itch was endogenous, rather than generated by peripheral nerve signals, she was onto something important.

The fallacy of reducing perception to reception is especially clear when it comes to phantom limbs. Doctors have often explained such sensations as a matter of inflamed or frayed nerve endings in the stump sending aberrant signals to the brain. But this explanation should long ago have been suspect. Efforts by surgeons to cut back on the nerve typically produce the same results that M. had when they cut the sensory nerve to her forehead: a brief period of relief followed by a return of the sensation.

Moreover, the feelings people experience in their phantom limbs are far too varied and rich to be explained by the random firings of a bruised nerve. People report not just pain but also sensations of sweatiness, heat, texture, and movement in a missing limb. There is no experience people have with real limbs that they do not experience with phantom limbs. They feel their phantom leg swinging, water trickling down a phantom arm, a phantom ring becoming too tight for a phantom digit. Children have used phantom fingers to count and solve arithmetic problems. V. S. Ramachandran, an eminent neuroscientist at the University of California, San Diego, has written up the case of a woman who was born with only stumps at her shoulders, and yet, as far back as she could remember, felt herself to have arms and hands; she even feels herself gesticulating when she speaks. And phantoms do not occur just in limbs. Around half of women who have undergone a mastectomy experience a phantom breast, with the nipple being the most vivid part. You’ve likely had an experience of phantom sensation yourself. When the dentist gives you a local anesthetic, and your lip goes numb, the nerves go dead. Yet you don’t feel your lip disappear. Quite the opposite: it feels larger and plumper than normal, even though you can see in a mirror that the size hasn’t changed.

The account of perception that’s starting to emerge is what we might call the “brain’s best guess” theory of perception: perception is the brain’s best guess about what is happening in the outside world. The mind integrates scattered, weak, rudimentary signals from a variety of sensory channels, information from past experiences, and hard-wired processes, and produces a sensory experience full of brain-provided color, sound, texture, and meaning. We see a friendly yellow Labrador bounding behind a picket fence not because that is the transmission we receive but because this is the perception our weaver-brain assembles as its best hypothesis of what is out there from the slivers of information we get. Perception is inference.

The theory—and a theory is all it is right now—has begun to make sense of some bewildering phenomena. Among them is an experiment that Ramachandran performed with volunteers who had phantom pain in an amputated arm. They put their surviving arm through a hole in the side of a box with a mirror inside, so that, peering through the open top, they would see their arm and its mirror image, as if they had two arms. Ramachandran then asked them to move both their intact arm and, in their mind, their phantom arm—to pretend that they were conducting an orchestra, say. The patients had the sense that they had two arms again. Even though they knew it was an illusion, it provided immediate relief. People who for years had been unable to unclench their phantom fist suddenly felt their hand open; phantom arms in painfully contorted positions could relax. With daily use of the mirror box over weeks, patients sensed their phantom limbs actually shrink into their stumps and, in several instances, completely vanish. Researchers at Walter Reed Army Medical Center recently published the results of a randomized trial of mirror therapy for soldiers with phantom-limb pain, showing dramatic success.

A lot about this phenomenon remains murky, but here’s what the new theory suggests is going on: when your arm is amputated, nerve transmissions are shut off, and the brain’s best guess often seems to be that the arm is still there, but paralyzed, or clenched, or beginning to cramp up. Things can stay like this for years. The mirror box, however, provides the brain with new visual input—however illusory—suggesting motion in the absent arm. The brain has to incorporate the new information into its sensory map of what’s happening. Therefore, it guesses again, and the pain goes away.

The new theory may also explain what was going on with M.’s itch. The shingles destroyed most of the nerves in her scalp. And, for whatever reason, her brain surmised from what little input it had that something horribly itchy was going on—that perhaps a whole army of ants were crawling back and forth over just that patch of skin. There wasn’t any such thing, of course. But M.’s brain has received no contrary signals that would shift its assumptions. So she itches.

Not long ago, I met a man who made me wonder whether such phantom sensations are more common than we realize. H. was forty-eight, in good health, an officer at a Boston financial-services company living with his wife in a western suburb, when he made passing mention of an odd pain to his internist. For at least twenty years, he said, he’d had a mild tingling running along his left arm and down the left side of his body, and, if he tilted his neck forward at a particular angle, it became a pronounced, electrical jolt. The internist recognized this as Lhermitte’s sign, a classic symptom that can indicate multiple sclerosis, Vitamin B12 deficiency, or spinal-cord compression from a tumor or a herniated disk. An MRI revealed a cavernous hemangioma, a pea-size mass of dilated blood vessels, pressing into the spinal cord in his neck. A week later, while the doctors were still contemplating what to do, it ruptured.

“I was raking leaves out in the yard and, all of a sudden, there was an explosion of pain and my left arm wasn’t responding to my brain,” H. said when I visited him at home. Once the swelling subsided, a neurosurgeon performed a tricky operation to remove the tumor from the spinal cord. The operation was successful, but afterward H. began experiencing a constellation of strange sensations. His left hand felt cartoonishly large—at least twice its actual size. He developed a constant burning pain along an inch-wide ribbon extending from the left side of his neck all the way down his arm. And an itch crept up and down along the same band, which no amount of scratching would relieve.

H. has not accepted that these sensations are here to stay—the prospect is too depressing—but they’ve persisted for eleven years now. Although the burning is often tolerable during the day, the slightest thing can trigger an excruciating flareup—a cool breeze across the skin, the brush of a shirtsleeve or a bedsheet. “Sometimes I feel that my skin has been flayed and my flesh is exposed, and any touch is just very painful,” he told me. “Sometimes I feel that there’s an ice pick or a wasp sting. Sometimes I feel that I’ve been splattered with hot cooking oil.”

For all that, the itch has been harder to endure. H. has developed calluses from the incessant scratching. “I find I am choosing itch relief over the pain that I am provoking by satisfying the itch,” he said.

He has tried all sorts of treatments—medications, acupuncture, herbal remedies, lidocaine injections, electrical-stimulation therapy. But nothing really worked, and the condition forced him to retire in 2001. He now avoids leaving the house. He gives himself projects. Last year, he built a three-foot stone wall around his yard, slowly placing the stones by hand. But he spends much of his day, after his wife has left for work, alone in the house with their three cats, his shirt off and the heat turned up, trying to prevent a flareup.

His neurologist introduced him to me, with his permission, as an example of someone with severe itching from a central rather than a peripheral cause. So one morning we sat in his living room trying to puzzle out what was going on. The sun streamed in through a big bay window. One of his cats, a scraggly brown tabby, curled up beside me on the couch. H. sat in an armchair in a baggy purple T-shirt he’d put on for my visit. He told me that he thought his problem was basically a “bad switch” in his neck where the tumor had been, a kind of loose wire sending false signals to his brain. But I told him about the increasing evidence that our sensory experiences are not sent to the brain but originate in it. When I got to the example of phantom-limb sensations, he perked up. The experiences of phantom-limb patients sounded familiar to him. When I mentioned that he might want to try the mirror-box treatment, he agreed. “I have a mirror upstairs,” he said.

He brought a cheval glass down to the living room, and I had him stand with his chest against the side of it, so that his troublesome left arm was behind it and his normal right arm was in front. He tipped his head so that when he looked into the mirror the image of his right arm seemed to occupy the same position as his left arm. Then I had him wave his arms, his actual arms, as if he were conducting an orchestra.

The first thing he expressed was disappointment. “It isn’t quite like looking at my left hand,” he said. But then suddenly it was.

“Wow!” he said. “Now, this is odd.”

After a moment or two, I noticed that he had stopped moving his left arm. Yet he reported that he still felt as if it were moving. What’s more, the sensations in it had changed dramatically. For the first time in eleven years, he felt his left hand “snap” back to normal size. He felt the burning pain in his arm diminish. And the itch, too, was dulled.

“This is positively bizarre,” he said.

He still felt the pain and the itch in his neck and shoulder, where the image in the mirror cut off. And, when he came away from the mirror, the aberrant sensations in his left arm returned. He began using the mirror a few times a day, for fifteen minutes or so at a stretch, and I checked in with him periodically.

“What’s most dramatic is the change in the size of my hand,” he says. After a couple of weeks, his hand returned to feeling normal in size all day long.

The mirror also provided the first effective treatment he has had for the flares of itch and pain that sporadically seize him. Where once he could do nothing but sit and wait for the torment to subside—it sometimes took an hour or more—he now just pulls out the mirror. “I’ve never had anything like this before,” he said. “It’s my magic mirror.”

There have been other, isolated successes with mirror treatment. In Bath, England, several patients suffering from what is called complex regional pain syndrome—severe, disabling limb sensations of unknown cause—were reported to have experienced complete resolution after six weeks of mirror therapy. In California, mirror therapy helped stroke patients recover from a condition known as hemineglect, which produces something like the opposite of a phantom limb—these patients have a part of the body they no longer realize is theirs.

Such findings open up a fascinating prospect: perhaps many patients whom doctors treat as having a nerve injury or a disease have, instead, what might be called sensor syndromes. When your car’s dashboard warning light keeps telling you that there is an engine failure, but the mechanics can’t find anything wrong, the sensor itself may be the problem. This is no less true for human beings. Our sensations of pain, itch, nausea, and fatigue are normally protective. Unmoored from physical reality, however, they can become a nightmare: M., with her intractable itching, and H., with his constellation of strange symptoms—but perhaps also the hundreds of thousands of people in the United States alone who suffer from conditions like chronic back pain, fibromyalgia, chronic pelvic pain, tinnitus, temporomandibular joint disorder, or repetitive strain injury, where, typically, no amount of imaging, nerve testing, or surgery manages to uncover an anatomical explanation. Doctors have persisted in treating these conditions as nerve or tissue problems—engine failures, as it were. We get under the hood and remove this, replace that, snip some wires. Yet still the sensor keeps going off.

So we get frustrated. “There’s nothing wrong,” we’ll insist. And, the next thing you know, we’re treating the driver instead of the problem. We prescribe tranquillizers, antidepressants, escalating doses of narcotics. And the drugs often do make it easier for people to ignore the sensors, even if they are wired right into the brain. The mirror treatment, by contrast, targets the deranged sensor system itself. It essentially takes a misfiring sensor—a warning system functioning under an illusion that something is terribly wrong out in the world it monitors—and feeds it an alternate set of signals that calm it down. The new signals may even reset the sensor.

This may help explain, for example, the success of the advice that back specialists now commonly give. Work through the pain, they tell many of their patients, and, surprisingly often, the pain goes away. It had been a mystifying phenomenon. But the picture now seems clearer. Most chronic back pain starts as an acute back pain—say, after a fall. Usually, the pain subsides as the injury heals. But in some cases the pain sensors continue to light up long after the tissue damage is gone. In such instances, working through the pain may offer the brain contradictory feedback—a signal that ordinary activity does not, in fact, cause physical harm. And so the sensor resets.

This understanding of sensation points to an entire new array of potential treatments—based not on drugs or surgery but, instead, on the careful manipulation of our perceptions. Researchers at the University of Manchester, in England, have gone a step beyond mirrors and fashioned an immersive virtual-reality system for treating patients with phantom-limb pain. Detectors transpose movement of real limbs into a virtual world where patients feel they are actually moving, stretching, even playing a ballgame. So far, five patients have tried the system, and they have all experienced a reduction in pain. Whether those results will last has yet to be established. But the approach raises the possibility of designing similar systems to help patients with other sensor syndromes. How, one wonders, would someone with chronic back pain fare in a virtual world? The Manchester study suggests that there may be many ways to fight our phantoms.

Read more http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/06/30/080630fa_fact_gawande#ixzz1LvJVPgf0

Rejection

I've had lots of practice at this, in fact I've been on the receiving end of rejection from premature birth, first friendships, school days, and all for just being me.

I guess sometimes I'm waiting or looking for signs and sometimes I get in there first.

If I can't raise you up, it feels like you'll drag me down, so...

Old habits die hard.

Light &
Love
Jon
x

Saturday, 7 May 2011

Wake You Up before I go go I'm not planning on going solo

More fool you. I think you think I don't mean what I say. You Fool More.
But Are Mainly Fooling Yourself...

Please do point out my faults because I can't see them and I'll thank you for it.
Too Close To The Subject...

Can list the things you do that piss me off but you never do anything about them.
Stopped Bothering...

You tell me mine they're taken onboard and a conscious decision to change is made.
You Are Asleep...

said equality was not just a nicety but a necessity...

said we'll face your fears & desires with courage...

said meeting your true self must be a priority...

show me your truth and I'll show you mine...

Setting my sights higher now and that trend isn't going out of fashion any time soon it's only growing more sure of itself and becoming my day to day reality.

I never thought I would be the one to say this but you need to act your age. (Ironic I know ;) but it had to happen, maturation.
I thought I was the boy who would never grow up.
I spent years trying not to.
I learnt why.

Can't go back to sleep...

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Bedtime Stories

The Lord of the Rings, The Matrix, Harry Potter, The Bible, (other religious texts & tomes are of course available ;) His Dark Materials, Pirates of The Caribbean, Dr Who and on and on.

Great stories are what we thrive on, whether they be soap operas, the efforts of a prize winning journalist or film maker, the contents of the imagination of an author.

All stories have themes. What they all have in common is undercurrents, through lines.

Good and Bad decisions by individuals leads to a choice of a fate for themselves.

They're possible for someone else but we remain sceptical about our self.

We are powerful. Believing things are possible makes them so.

The only way to make a change is to attempt it.

See What Happens When You Do.

I Feel Free

Light &
Love
Jon
x

Wednesday, 4 May 2011

Only After One Thing? - I Touch Myself - Edward Scissorhands - If Only

Men Are Only After One Thing?

It's been said that Men are only after one thing. If the blokes I'm working with at the moment are anything to go by then perhaps it's true but I can tell that most of their talk is bullshit. Even if it's just a pissing contest rather than a literal show and tell ;) Anyway I'm fairly certain without requiring or wanting any evidence, that I've got them all pegged. Because I couldn't give a fuck either way. I don't have to brag about conquests, can't be bothered to posture over who is harder than who, mainly because I know I could kick them all into next week if I wanted to. A quiet confidence outstrips all their idle tittle tattle. I couldn't care less...

Maybe the fact that I have a big cock helps in that respect ;)

Although I'm going on testimony that is possibly unreliable, most opinions come from what you're used to or a very personal point of view ;)

For the record, this Man isn't 'after' any thing, in particular, I would like everything...

It's such a shame that there are so many people out there sending letters into agony aunts (I read my sisters copy of The Sun, the day after (for the science stories and non violent news, officially ;) but end up reading some of Dear Deidre's page, the meaning of Deidre is "broken-hearted, sorrowful", which is ironic.

Lots of letters are about couples with relationship problems and Deidre's response is often along these lines, 'spend lots of time kissing and cuddling' or 'don't make everything about sex'. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised as many couples these days get together after an initial night of passion and studies have even suggested that sleeping together on a first date (or fairly soon if not immediately afterwards ;) can often lead to a longer lasting pairing, assuming he calls you again oops lol.

Start with sex and it's much more tempting (especially for us blokes who are only after one thing apparently ;) to 'go there' every time, missing out on all the fun you can have getting to know each other properly.

For me if there isn't a serious amount of snogging involved, then I'm unlikely to be...

I know how easy it is to think sex is the ultimate expression of how you feel about each other but jumping straight to the end of a novel to read the last page can leave you feeling very disappointed about what you missed out on inbetween, or it does me...

I Touch Myself Yeah I Want You To Touch Me

Giving myself a massage has taught me so much about how to remove tension and maintain a level of comfort within my own body, it's also no doubt informed my own skills as a therapeutic masseur. I've given a lot of foot massages but it's really hard to find someone who will return the favour who is actually any good at it. I'm not suggesting I'd like someone to rub my feet, I can do them better than anyone else but my shoulders are killing me after emptying four shipping containers in the last two days (and several more before the end of the week) and they're not so easy to reach.

The Cobra pose in Yoga, (In Sanskrit Bhujanga) lead on your front with your head raised up allows access to the bottoms of both feet (assuming you bend ze knees subsequently ;) and reach back and around to give your soles a good going over. You look funny as fuck too so try it and give someone a laugh when they walk in on you ;)

Edward Scissorhands

I learned quite a while ago that women don't like guys with long fingernails even if they are well looked after (mine are always short and tidy). It's not that big a surprise when you think about it, after all, there's always a concern that someone will get a scratch on the walls for at least the first month after you've had the decorators in...

Scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors, scissors.

Funny word that, scissors.

If you say any word enough times over and over it becomes meaningless. Perhaps more worrying is the fact that if you overuse a word or phrase or take it for granted it too becomes meaningless. Like 'I Love You' or 'I'm Sorry'.

If Only

I don't make promises I can't keep, often that means not making that many, just to be sure.

I prefer these days to turn the phrase 'If Only' right around and realised that ordinarily it's 'only if' you get your arse in gear, pull your finger out, and do something, that something will happen for you. At least then you may save yourself from commenting later in life 'if only'...

I've waited for things to happen far too often in the past, I suppose it's because I've never been great at making the first move. However I do have a secret weapon at my disposal, no not the one I mentioned earlier, but this other er technique has never failed when I've had the self confidence, the desire and the will.

There's a way where there's a will...

Light &
Love
Jon
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Various definitions of Pull Your Finger Out off tinternet

"Pull your finger out!" is RAF slang and refers to any lack of activity when something needs doing. Its origin was the accusation that the person(s) concerned was/were "sitting around with their finger up their a**e"

It was the heraldic legend "Semper Iananum" (Always inane... or Always in the bum) inscribed under an extended index finger, circled by an oversized ring - to pile metaphor upon metaphor

My mother was a WAF during the war and had to re-arm, oil, and generally clean-up the planes when they came back from a mission. What is not often mentioned is that the sheer terror of being under fire would often result in the young airmen quite literally sh***ing themselves. As there was often the possibility of romantic involvement between these two groups, there was a great incentive to somehow disguise one's fear and inability to keeps one's bowels closed. Thus rear gunners, who had the most dangerous job and the lowest life-expectancy, would actually hold their finger in their rectum and shoot the machine gun one-handed at the German fighters on their tail. The other crew soon got to know the signs of this in the erratic shooting that ensured as a result, and thus the command would crackle through the headphones to "Pull your finger out!". I have no idea of the veracity of this, but it certainly seems plausible enough to me.

Monday, 2 May 2011

The Killers - Some Girls - Limitless - Sweet Fucking Love - Say Sumthin Stoopid

The Killers

Well I may not be Brandon Flowers (evidenced by my video clip from the other day ;) but we are collectively 'The Killers'. Our ancestors didn't go to the supermarket they killed plants and animals so that they could live. Show me a starving person and I'll show you someone mere moments away from doing whatever it takes to put something that was once living into their belly. Survival instinct, parental instinct, these factors are far more powerful than anything else you can name.

When was the last time that you were really desperately hungry or thirsty?

Have you ever been in that situation?

Have you killed?

Someone has on your behalf over and over and over again without forethought, it's their job.

But most importantly, quite likely without the proper respect and yet we look upon ritual slaughter as a cruel method of despatching animals for meat, unnatural and unnecessary are the words used. Some avoid the subject, ignorance is bliss or go on about causing the creature the least pain but the main concern is that it doesn't fear it's fate lest that causes the meat to be tainted with adrenalin or that our guilt may not be assuaged once we know how it is carried out and by whom.

You don't even think about it when you defrost your Sunday roast...

It's been a long time since I last killed.

If you think that respect for human life is more important than respect for plant and animal life, then you've missed a trick, you're missing the point and you've just proved mine. We are truly the ultimate in life on this planet and the only species of higher animal (which is what we are) that has ever been able to make changes on a global scale and yet we like to complain about how far we are removed from the chain of command and look to others when it only us who can make a change in our lives and take responsibility for our own actions...

But we don't as much as we could and should.

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Some Girls Have All The Fun

Some women aren't interested in you unless or until they know that you are interested in them in the first place. I know this for various reasons, the main one being that I have a female brain in some respects, I guess it's why I had to work on getting in touch with my masculine side. I don't think I'll learn to understand either sex entirely but I've always known women far better, you don't make much sense but at least you'll waffle on about why you don't (tongue firmly in cheek, please no haters) men are harder to fathom, although I've got a handle on that too, by way of my, well you know what we have that you don't...

We harbour a fear that you having true equality would mean we'd have to buck our ideas up ;)

There's more similarities than differences, how strange that we seem to focus on those...

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Limitless

Ya don't know ya limits because you're too scared to seek them out beyond the boundaries that you have put up around yourself, within which your viewpoint of yourself is obscured...

If someone said you couldn't fight your way out of a paper bag, wouldn't you wanna see if ya could?

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Sweet Fucking Love

Making Sweet Love and Fucking Like Animals

These two are not incongruous or diametrically opposed, they're just different expressions of uninhibited sex with the same person/s. Assuming that the context is different leading to an experience entirely lacking in post coital regret and guilt.

Let's make things better (oh dear that's one of those awful tag lines at the end of an ad)

Look up the definition of contextual reality or use mine... 'What is this shit?'

I told my most recent love that I loved her from almost the first time we conversed, I set the scene, the context of our relationship. Now don't go off on one, because I haven't fallen into an old trap of my own making, I merely expressed that I loved her but was not in love with her. From there it was obvious that there was never going to be a boundary defining moment beyond which we could express it as we started as we meant to go on. We still love each other... She's back with the love of her life, that was partly down to my advice and I'm happy for her.

Ya Betta Believe Me because it's the truest words I've ever spoked...

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Say Something Stoopid

If you say something stupid, ill advised or just plain wrong which leads to a disagreement, to an argument to a fight.... H-fucking-Ow is that my fault?

And why is it that you can't just admit that you know nothing of which you speak?

Rather than grasping at the flimsiest of straw and trying to thatch a cottage...

I'd rather be wrong and know it than be right and not...

Light &
Love
Jon
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