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The other day I was at a local coffee bar, procrastinating my way to the gym, where I got into this strange, long and interesting conversation with someone I later found out to be Craig Daniel of Izabelle. Of course, I was immediately smitten and mentioned my meeting him to a newer work friend (K.J.) who forwarded me the links to the band and Craig Daniel's Site Tuesday, January 24th, I went to see Izabelle I didn't know if Izabelle were going on early or late, so we got there early and saw the other acts, I only remember Origami Ghosts. I went with Eric, who said he was fine, but acted unamused the whole time. (Seattle had recently made a public smoking ban into law) He was annoyed because drinking and smoking go together, so didn't drink and just sat there like someone's dad, with his jacket zipped all the way up the whole time. I saw Craig sitting near me, so I went and bought a CD and had him sign it. He mentioned feeling unwell and looked nauseous, but was able to ...

Winter view from old office window

Title: Relating self-enhancement, motivation and creativity Psych 110 March 18th, 2002 Abstract: Humanistic psychology holds the key to opening what's possible in terms of human achievement and subjective experience.  This important area of research supposes that individuals need not live a life experienced as endless anxiety, escapism, psychological entropy and social alienation.  In this paper I discuss environmental and psychological factors that contribute to the development of a total personality, defined as someone who becomes progressively complex and motivated over time and seeks an increase in experiences and responsibility.  The main focus of this paper is the exploration of the concept of intrinsic motivation and how this type of motivation is shown to lead to differing psychological outcomes, and subjective experience of life. Introduction: The overarching framework from which my topic derives is humanistic psychology, "a romantic model of expressive individ...

In years prior, I was a person going through the various stages of cynicism: denial, anger, apathy. I was not handling life stressors well.   This phase of life was best illustrated by Groening’s “Life in Hell” series, which depicted man’s inability to come to terms with the demands of corporate life after art school.   I was Binky, the character that works the treadmill job, with the early am alarm, waking to bloodshot eyes, rousing oneself to bad office coffee, bad food, that can’t sleep at night, tired during the commute, at the office during the day, the in/out boxes without end, the meaningless work.   Those are simply realities for the average civil servant/corporate office worker.   I knew what I was going through, and why I was so pissed off and stressed out.   We’d been through 9/11 and my brother was sent off to war as a sergeant in artillery and world events in general were not happy ones.   I had historic issues that seemed just as relevant a...

I am relatively new to blogging, although I have been a dogged reader and writer for many years. I also recently learned that this technology, but not terminology has been around since about 1996! although did not hit popular consciousness (ok, I didn't even have reliable broadband at home until 2002) until after 9/11 via journalists scathing critique U.S. international diplomatic initiatives, etc. For myself, I started this from simply needing an outlet, more satisfying than ranting about topics with my friends over beers and such. I wanted a personal locus of defined topical writing, and images, in order to see that a "collage" of myself would look like after I'd worked on if for a significant period of time. It's been interesting to see just how long it takes me to develop this, to have concretely identified topics and content with enough significance to write about and "publish." Friedman, made an excellent point he discovered when writing his last b...

My mom, a true original has been a fan of Country Music Legend Merle Haggard for as long as I can remember. When I was a kid in the 80's she would alternate working back to back double shifts at the restaurant and then go on tour with "The Hag," eventually taking up pedal-steel-guitar. From 1987 - 1992 she kept a room in our house dedicated to country music, complete with a state-of-the-art stereo and sound system and a massive LP collection. On most days I would come home from school, the house would be filled with music, loud and pure. If she were practicing downstairs, I would sneak in to listen, since she would always stop playing if anyone else was home. That time is imprinted on me, in such a real tangible way. Even though I have an active dislike of country music, since it can be too sentimental or maudlin, I have fond memories of my stepdad and she in matching, gorgeosly hand-tooled cowboy boots and dressy ornamental western shirts with silver and pearl-snap butt...

South West view of 9th & Jefferson St, on lunch break.