Gaudi Afternoon à Don’t read this review!

Save this review for reading after you watch this movie.  I rented it on DVD this past week – it was worth the rental money.

I’ll save my comments for next weekend, after you’ve had a fair chance to view it.

My one recommendation: don’t get it thinking it’s about Gaudi at all.  It’s not.

9:01:42 PM    comment []

ConsciousThoughts:  Matrix of consciousness development theories

I’m posting a graphic representation of the predominant theories of consciousness development, based on Jenny Wade’s graphic comparison.  (Because of the width of this table, I’ll repost later this evening in a 90 degree rotation.) 

The Raven and I have an on-going offline discussion of consciousness theories – feel free to throw in your opinion on this topic.  We’re hoping to find some other interdisciplinary friends to play with in regards to consciousness.

Theory	Pre-Birth	Re-active	Naïve	Ego-centric	Con-formist	Achievement	Affilia-tive	Authen-tic	Tran-scen-dant	Unity	Death
Analytical
Humanistic
Maslow
Kegan
Loevinger
Existential
Gravesians
Piagetians
Grof
Koplowitz
Cook-Grueter
Prenatal
Near-death
Wilber
Washburn
Assagioli
Wade

UPDATE -- 8:50 pm EST --

Okay, I twinked this table a little more, let's see if this works rather than move to a 90-degree rotation.  I'm afraid we'd have a similar problem, even if I ran text vertical rather than horizontal.

4:38:09 PM    comment []

Damn. Hellfire.

Too bizarre to be watching this on television, live, as shock-and-awe begins.  I have this same feeling of horror and suspended belief that I experienced as I watched WTC on 9/11.

My skin is crawling.

It says a lot when someone as seasoned and experienced as Peter Arnett is breathless.  I can almost feel his adrenaline rush as I listen to him narrating, trying to stay calm.

In his shoes, I’d be yelling HOLY GAWDALMIGHTY MOTHERF*CKIN’ SONOVABITCH.  I don’t know how he could continue to narrate even as a professional as buildings only a mile away from him are bombed; he must be suffering from shock to some degree.  Or he will be.

I almost feel like yelling anyhow, torn between hollering and praying.

Thank goodness my son isn’t home now.

God have mercy on us all.

1:21:34 PM    comment []

Field Trip Day

Mom! Mom! Today’s the field trip, I didn’t forget!

Thus my human alarm clock wakes me up this morning.

Yup, normalcy or a semblance thereof continues here.  Today is the big field trip, a visit to a local theatre with my son and other classmates.  We’re going to see a live stage production, a first for most of the kids in my son’s kindergarten/pre-K class.

I’m obligated to do this, as much as it makes my skin crawl.  I did the same for my daughter – escorted her and a handful of girls to a program on a school field trip when she was the same age.

I can’t even remember what the program was (neither can my daughter), but the experience is branded on my brain.  Walking into a theatre, packed full of animal energy, the crowd emanating an odd, funky odor of Kool-Aid-sweat-PlayDoh.  In many cases, the child’s head not reaching the back of the theatre seat in which they sat.  The crowd squirmed, seethed, giggling and whispering for the duration of the program.  No wonder at all I can't remember what we saw; the show wasn't on the stage.

And what exactly do you do when one of four tykes needs to go to the bathroom NOW?  Take all four with you, three protesting, one begging at the same time.  It’s like herding cats.

Wish me luck, I’m going to need it.

And I’ll probably want for a stiff shot of tequila when I get back.

7:57:29 AM    comment []