Introverted and Intuitive (INFP)
Monday, April 26, 2004
15 things we wouldn't know if it wasn't for the movies
1. The ventilation system of any building is the perfect
hiding place. No one will ever think of looking for
you in there, and you can travel to any other part of
the building you want without difficulty.
2. You're very likely to survive any battle in any war
unless you make the mistake of showing someone
a picture of your sweetheart back home.
3. Should you wish to pass yourself off as a German
officer, it is not necessary to speak the language.
A German accent will do.
4. A man will show no pain while taking the most
ferocious beating but will wince when a woman
tries to clean his wounds.
5. If staying in a haunted house, women must
investigate any strange noises in their most
diaphaous underwear, which is just what they
happened to be carrying with them at the time the
car broke down.
6. If a large pane of glass is visible, someone will
be thrown through it before long.
7. If someone says, "I'll be right back", they won't.
8. Computer monitors never display a cursor on
screen but always say: Enter Password Now.
9. It is not necessary to say hello or goodbye when
beginning or ending phone conversations.
And none of your friends have to knock when they
come for a visit.
10. Even when driving down a perfectly straight
road, it is necessary to turn the steering wheel
vigorously from left to right every few moments.
11. All bombs are fitted with electronic timing
devices with large red readouts so you know
exactly when they're going to go off.
12. A detective can only solve a case once he has
been suspended from duty.
13. If you decide to start dancing in the street
everyone around you will automatically be able
to mirror all the steps you come up with and
hear the music in your head.
14. Police departments give their officers
personality tests to make sure they are deliberately
assigned a partner who is their total opposite.
And last but not least
15. When they are alone, all foreigners prefer to speak
English to each other.
Sunday, April 25, 2004
This is such a marvelous list, I had to reproduce it for you. I got it from Linda Kreger Silverman.
Please spread the word. Introversion is a legitimate personality type.
HOW TO CARE FOR INTROVERTS
Respect their need for privacy.
Never embarrass them in public.
Let them observe first in new situations.
Give them time to think. Don’t demand instant answers.
Don’t interrupt them.
Give them advanced notice of expected changes in their lives.
Give them 15 minute warnings to finish whatever they are doing before calling them to dinner or moving on to the next activity.
Reprimand them privately.
Teach them new skills privately rather than in public.
Enable them to find one best friend who has similar interests and abilities: encourage this relationship even if the friend moves.
Do not push them to make lots of friends.
Respect their introversion. Don’t try to remake them into extraverts.
Friday, April 16, 2004
How Long Must This Go On?
This is really pretty evil, but I blame it all on my friend Creig. Funny, too!!
Two Arabs boarded a flight out of London. One took a window seat and the other sat next to him in the middle seat. Just before takeoff, an American sat down in the aisle seat.
After takeoff, the American kicked his shoes off, wiggled his toes and was settling in when the Arab in the window seat said, "I need to get up and get a coke." Don't get up," said the American, "I'm in the aisle seat; I'll get it for you."
As soon as he left, one of the Arabs picked up the American's shoe and spat in it. When he returned with the coke, the other Arab said, "That looks good, I'd really like one, too." Again, the American obligingly went to fetch it. While he was gone the other Arab picked up his other shoe and spat in it.
When the American returned, they all sat back and enjoyed the flight. As the plane was landing, the American slipped his feet into his shoes and knew immediately what had happened.
"Why does it have to be this way?" he asked. "How long must this go on? This fighting between our nations? This hatred? This animosity? This spitting in shoes and peeing in cokes.
Monday, April 12, 2004
In Honor of Stupid People
Some humor that arrive in my inbox today.
Here are some actual label instructions on consumer goods.
On a Sears hairdryer -- Do not use while sleeping.
(Damn, and that's the only time I have to work on my hair).
On a bag of Fritos -- You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside.
(the shoplifter special?)
On a bar of Dial soap -- "Directions: Use like regular soap."
(and that would be how???....)
On some Swanson frozen dinners -- "Serving suggestion: Defrost."
(but, it's "just" a suggestion).
On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom) -- "Do not turn upside down." (well...duh, a bit late, huh!)
On Marks & Spencer Bread Pudding -- "Product will be hot after heating."
(...and you thought????...)
On packaging for a Rowenta iron -- "Do not iron clothes on body."
(but wouldn't this save me more time)?
On Boot's Children Cough Medicine -- "Do not drive a car or operate machinery after taking this medication."
(We could do a lot to reduce the rate of construction accidents if we could just get those 5-year-olds with head-colds off those forklifts.)
On Nytol Sleep Aid -- "Warning: May cause drowsiness."
(and...I'm taking this because???....)
On most brands of Christmas lights -- "For indoor or outdoor use only."
(as opposed to...what)?
On a Japanese food processor -- "Not to be used for the other use."
(now, somebody out there, help me on this. I'm a bit curious.)
On Sainsbury's peanuts -- "Warning: contains nuts."
(talk about a news flash)
On an American Airlines packet of nuts -- "Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts."
(Step 3: maybe, uh...fly Delta?)
On a child's Superman costume -- "Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly."
(I don't blame the company. I blame the parents for this one.)
On a Swedish chainsaw -- "Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals."
(Oh my God...was there a lot of this happening somewhere?)
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FROM OP-ED THE NEW YORK TIMES
Saint-Exupéry Lands at Last
By STACY SCHIFF
Published: April 11, 2004
[this article is quoted in its entirety FROM]: SAINT-EXUPERY LANDS AT LAST
For nearly 60 years the legend of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, the aviator and author of "The Little Prince," has largely eclipsed the life. More substantial and more valuable items have gone missing — Atlantis, the Holy Grail, 18 1/2 minutes of a White House tape — but few have generated the romance enduringly attached to the writer who, borrowing a trick from his best-known creation, neatly vanished into thin air.
At 8:45 a.m. on July 31, 1944, Saint-Exupéry took off from Corsica for a reconnaissance mission over occupied France. He was due back at 12:30 p.m., but did not return. At 1 o'clock his commanding officer began biting his nails; at 3:30 Saint-Exupéry was officially reported missing. In April 1945, a funeral Mass was finally held for him.
He never exactly died, however. On reading of his disappearance, Anne Morrow Lindbergh put her finger on the special ache it caused. There is a terrible difference, wrote a woman supremely qualified to know, between "lost and dead." There is also a not-so-secret recipe for what becomes a legend most.
Increasingly we live in a world in which objects cannot disappear from view, and on Tuesday wreckage of an aircraft hauled up from the Mediterranean was positively identified as Saint-Exupéry's. It had been clear for some time that the Lockheed P-38 was probably a few miles off the coast of Marseille, where in 1988 a local fisherman plucked the pilot's silver identity bracelet from his net. The discovery resolves one mystery about Saint-Exupéry's end: he was — by no means a given — where he was supposed to be. His instructions that day would have taken him over Lyon, and it was evidently on the return to Corsica that his P-38 dove vertically, at high speed, into the ocean.
The question of why the plane crashed is unlikely to be resolved by the scattered debris; that it crashed could not be said to have been unexpected. Saint-Exupéry was his squadron's record-holder of near-disasters. Having waged a campaign to talk his way back into active service, he was piloting a plane into which he did not fit and which he could not comfortably fly. He was unable to communicate with the control tower in English. The operation of hydraulic brakes defied him. Routinely, he confused feet and meters.
The French pilots in Corsica knew Saint-Exupéry as a prize-winning author and a pioneer of aviation. The Americans knew him only as an outsized, overaged, undertrained wreck of a man, one who only eight weeks into his time with them mangled an $80,000 aircraft. For that mishap he was unceremoniously grounded. He begged for leniency; he was, he protested, willing to die for his country. "I don't give a damn if you die for France or not," Col. Leon Gray informed Saint-Exupéry, "but you're not going to do so in one of our airplanes." It was a case of one national treasure against another.
It was also a case in which Saint-Exupéry got his way. He had long outlived the era in which he felt comfortable; he could imagine himself nowhere but in the cockpit of a plane. He had all his life dreamed of escape, pined for broader horizons, threatened to change planets. More and more he felt alienated from his own countrymen, whose infighting he had criticized; fiercely anti-Nazi, he supported neither de Gaulle nor the Communists. He predicted that liberation would not put France out of its misery. "Many people," he warned in 1944, "are going to be shot next year." In a particularly bleak mood he imagined himself to be one of them.
From his personal frustrations and his inability to make his political positions understood came "The Little Prince," the modest volume under which has swelled a great grassy knoll of literature. Published in 1943 but a best seller only later, the text read eerily as a death foretold, its mystique enhanced by the parallel between author and subject: imperious innocents whose lives consist of equal parts flight and failed love, who fall to earth, are little impressed with what they find here and ultimately disappear without a trace.
Naturally it is easier to predict your own death if you are willing to commit suicide, and for those inclined to such readings there is the mystical matter of the sunsets. The little prince lives on a planet so small that he is able to watch the sun set precisely 44 times in a day — case-clinchingly, the age of Saint-Exupéry at his death. (For some inexplicable reason, the prince witnesses 44 sunsets only in the English translation. In the original, he watches 43.) That Saint-Exupéry had no desire to go on living was clear; that he meant to kill himself is not.
With the discovery of his aircraft, however, that theory has been dredged up again in the French press. It has been to protect him from the indignity of that charge — and to sustain a valuable myth — that Saint-Exupéry's family has long opposed all searches for his aircraft. Presumably too they would prefer to avoid appropriating statements like that offered up by the mayor of Marseille. He greeted the news with the pronouncement that "Saint-Exupéry's disappearance has become the symbol of the Resistance and the Liberation of Provence." Saint-Exupéry's fate remains constant. It seems the myth will always be cultivated at the expense of the man.
What does change is "The Little Prince," restored at last to what it was in its author's lifetime: a work of fiction. It has long carried a heavy load, more than any book should have to; no one ever expected P. L. Travers to be carried off by the west wind. Saint-Exupéry's fairy tale is free again to tangle not with its author's enigma, but with the mysteries that so befuddled him: it is lonely among men; language remains the source of misunderstandings; more than ever, we rush around recklessly, recklessly uncertain of what we're looking for. It may be more difficult to lose an aircraft in the Mediterranean than once it was, but some riddles endure.
As do a few truths about Saint-Exupéry's end. His was a noble death, made in the name of the greater good to which all of his literature returns. As his widow noted, the exit was custom-made, a meteoric fall at the end of a star-chasing life. (It was also an advantageous death. The French author who dies for France finds his copyrights extended for 30 years beyond the norm.)
The end shows every sign as well of having been the one Saint-Exupéry wanted. In the 1930's he was asked if, given an already impressive catalog of close calls, he had come to prefer one death to another. Stipulating that his answer was not for publication until he was "truly dead," he opted for water. "You don't feel yourself dying," he reported, on uncomfortably good authority. "You feel simply as if you're falling asleep and beginning to dream." And there, surely, we can leave him.
Stacy Schiff, the author of "Saint-Exupéry: A Biography," is writing a book about Benjamin Franklin's years in Paris.
From the psychological point of view, one may see the foreshadowing of Saint-Exupery's death is the PUER complex.
I recommend this book by Marie Louise von Franz, especially if you tend to date the Peter Pan type of man who is looking for his mother in Wendy. This is a sobering book, about young men like John Kennedy, Jr., who die in daring exploits before the age of 30 ... pilots, mountain climbers and other things that are up in the air. Another example is the Robert Redford character in Out of Africa.
And here it is, the little book that is near dear to the heart of every high school French student ...
Sunday, April 11, 2004
I guess this is girlfriend month, after a rather intense month of February with a member of the opposite sexual persuasion!
My friend Sandy Aguilar from the Omaha OM Center was in town last weekend and I can't remember when I've had more fun. We visited with our mutual friend John and his spiritual friend Shastriju from India, a Vedic astrologer. It was like old times. I spent so much time in my thirites with spiritual groups and spiritual people, hugging, laughing and experiencing joy as we grew together.
Sandy and I stopped by the Self Realization Fellowship Temple in Encinitas and then walked on the Del Mar beach at sunset and had a great seafood dinner (at Jake's where else? how touristy). Sandy and I meditated together on the beach, too.
Hope everyone is enjoying Easter their way.
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
One of my wonderful clients, Dolly, has lost almost 100 lbs. on this diet and I asked her for it so I could share it. This is what she says ...
"Anyway, I have been following the Carbohydrate addict's diet by Drs Richard and Rachel Heller. The theory is that your body releases excess insulin which causes your body to store fat. When you reduce your carbohydrate intake for 2 meals a day it causes your body to release less insulin which in turn helps you burn more fat. I would suggest that you buy the book. It is an inexpensive paperback that probably only costs about $5. It has recipes and carb counters which are helpful.
The basic routine is that you don't eat anything with more than 3 carbs per serving for 2 meals daily. I choose breakfast and lunch because I like to eat dinner with the family. For your 3rd meal per day you can eat whatever you want as long as you eat it within one hour.
For breakfast you can have eggs, meat, cheese, veggies (other than carrots, broccoli, cauliflower-who eats those for breakfast anyway?) etc.
For lunch I usually have some sort of salad with meat. You can have a taco salad, a chicken salad, just no tortilla strips or tortilla bowls things like that. I eat at Pollo Loco a lot. They have a new low carb meal that you can order. It is actually too much for me. I get a two piece combo with double salad, white meat chicken, and no tortillas or tortilla strips (you can have dark meat-I just prefer white).
For dinner I try to have a balanced meal but also if I have been craving something I try to include that. I really haven't been hungry at all on this diet. I don't get snacky or hungry midday and I don't get the urge to take a nap after lunch.
IF YOU TRY THIS DIET, GOOD LUCK! AND THANKS TO DOLLY FOR PROVIDING IT.
Saturday, April 03, 2004
"Brothers! Come quick! I am drinking the stars!"
When the monk Dom Perignon discovered that he hadn't erred, but had "invented" what we now know as Champagne, he turned to his colleagues and said: "Brothers! Come quick! I am drinking the stars!"
I can only think of two regions in the world that are so ridiculously out of touch with their human nature: the USA and the religious nutcases in the Middle East.
I ran across this POST on the Internet that had more than a little truth to it. Apologize for the guy's language, not because it is off color so much as arguments are better received when a better level of vocabulary is used.
"A post on CircleID has reported about an RFC prepared by Donald E. Eastlake 3rd and Declan McCullagh, CNET News.com's Washington D.C. correspondent, analyzing proposals from various parties to mandate the use of special top level domain names (such as .sex or .xxx) or an IP address bit to flag 'adult' or 'unsafe' material or the like.
So now the underlying protocols that drive communications for the entire world need to have bits to designate "sexual content", just to appease the ridiculously puritanical Amercians.
"Sometimes I wonder what the hell happened to your priorities. You'll go to war and kill 1000s of people to find WMD (which it seems never existed). You'll televise your murderous rampage to the world in all its horrifying brutality. Yet if a woman shows a breast on television then there's a "moral" outcry. Whose morals? It seems your society's morals are those of a prudish spinster.
"The incredible thing is that in the area of morals and censorship, America shares more in common with religious regimes like the Taleban than with any other group. I can only think of two regions in the world that are so ridiculously out of touch with their human nature: the USA and the religious nutcases in the Middle East.
"It'd be so easy to dismiss this rant as a troll or flamebait. Sure, it's easier to ignore that which you wish wasn't true, but you know that I'm making you uncomfortable because I'm telling the truth. There's a serious problem with morals in America right now. Your laws are repressing a natural part of the human existence, imposing an incredibly puritanical view of humanity onto millions of people, yet your same lawmakers allow a 10 year old child to see a man murdered on television. What the hell is wrong with you people?!? "
Anonymous
Friday, April 02, 2004
Me and My CarENGINE CHECK LIGHT GOES ONE ???
What does it mean? I found this article helpful as many of my single female friends have paniced when this light goes on and we really don't know what it means or what to do.I am paraphrasing from an article by Larry E. Hall called Engine Check on MSN Autos.
When this happens ... what do you check and why? The engine shows no obvious signs of anything except running down the road in quite contentment.
It has something to do with laws requiring proper emission-control system operation for vehicles in California. Here's Larry's advice [italics mine]:
...
"Don't hit the panic button and stop the car when the yellow message starts flashing. However, it is important to reduce the speed of the vehicle, and take it to a dealership for service as soon as possible. The vehicle should not be driven long distances with the light flashing.... Don't drive for more than a few days with the light on."
He also makes this comment: "A not uncommon cause for the light to illuminate is a loose gas cap. Check to make sure it is tightened properly, and if that's the cause, the dashboard light will go out after several trips."
