I was recently in a Starbucks, fand my phone was perched [a little] too precariously. It fell. Into water. I was right there, of course, and snatched it out in less than a second. (Of course, this is purely hypothetical.)
My luck was not all bad. There was an enormous high-speed dryer there (Dylan calls it a “trapezoid dryer” – I think there’s a trapezoid design underneath.
I cranked it up — high-temperature air at high speed, across every corner, curve, angle, and surface of the phone. I went for about two minutes, maybe three, until the phone felt warm to the touch and looked bone-dry from every angle. Luck was with me – no problems then or since.
So, add “restroom” visit to your list of viable solutions to water+phone problems. I’m thinking that home blow dryers would be just as effective. Good luck.
Seth Godin notes that when the first thing you do is measure a new opportunity against the list of why you can’t, then the list is the most important thing in your life. An economist would call this revealed preferences.
Yep, my kids prevent me from giving up entirely when life seems unbearable, because quitting would be worse. There’s always a “worse:” know what yours is. I know it’s really freaking unlikely that I’ll ever be as broken down as I was walking up the damn TVD that day in Mountains, when I was reduced to setting goals of a few yards, then a few feet, then a few steps, and then one at a time.
For some, the “worse” is physical, emotional, mental, spiritual. But we all have our bottom lines. When you get close to that bastard, bend your knees and try to push off. Use yours like a trampoline, giving you energy and confidence and faith from remembering what’s important, from brushing up against the greatest part of your life.
I foresee another tribute to Clarke’s Law coming….
Sufficiently extensive experience is indistinguishable from cynicism.
No, Andy Rooney didn’t make that up; I did. He was the most curmudgeonly name that came to mind when I needed to name this post.
Smiles popped into my head today. This paragraph (refs omitted):
Autism and Asperger syndrome are diagnosable developmental disorders, but autistic-like personality traits are continuously distributed in the non-clinical population. They are higher in males, in scientists (especially in the hard sciences and engineering) and in relatives of autistic-spectrum patients. Thus, individual differences in autistic-like traits may contribute to explain individual differences in smile recognition skills; people high in autistic-like traits may show reduced visual attention to the eyes, which in turn would limit their ability to detect felt enjoyment smiles. Consistent with this hypothesis, a study of face processing in subjects high in autistic-like traits showed that they made fewer fixations in the eye region compared to controls while looking at face pictures.
makes me wonder whether perhaps one version of the story is “I saw you smiling – WTF?” and “I was faking my happiness” and “I didn’t know they were fakes. (And who does that, anyways?)”
Anyhow, that spilled milk curdled a long time ago. The only thing that matters is what’s next. Here’s a usable online test for Duchenne smile discrimination. Can anyone point me to one that’s longer or more authoritative? What about a self-paced tutorial to improve recognition — does one exist? Is it possible? If my son can distinguish gross emotions, how will we teach him to recognize genuine smiles from the fakes?
Moving further along, does being an optimist inversely correlate with recognizing smiles? Do poor discriminators nevertheless identify other cues that lead to stress or other negative feelings that discriminators can consciously mediate? Yes, when I get to the point that I can whip out these sorts of tests in modifiable customizable webapp form, I’ll add this to the list.
Thinking about my day today….
Felt zero feelings for someone — where do those things go? I guess there’s no conservation of emotion (it hasn’t even all turned to hate, disgust, or sadness); Valentine’s Corollary to Newton’s 2nd Law: love fades?
But enough of that. I’m not a fraidy-cat jackass, afraid to buy a car just because I’ve been swindled once before.
Here are two songs that move me, beat-wise, emotion-wise, and all the rest.
Nicki Minaj -Super Bass (C’mon, who doesn’t want that feeling?)
Gym Class Heroes – Stereo Hearts (I get the line about the cracks….)
It’s like I had an imaginary friend for the last 16 years and just found out she wasn’t real. All my memories are tainted, suspect. Who knows what was real and what wasn’t?
And I could drive myself nuts trying to figure it out, unearthing bits of evidence — photographs, tickets stubs, and snippets of half-remembered conversations. But what’s the point? At the end of The Sixth Sense, Bruce Willis is still dead; I’m still alive.
How much of the past even matters?
We create our futures moment by moment starting now. Maybe the rest is just illusion, hallucination. Maybe there’s a reason I liked Jacob’s Ladder so much.
Maybe there’s a novel in here or at least a short story.