Introversion. I’ve been reading Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking, and have confirmed and learned some things about myself. More specifically, I’ve confirmed my behaviors as introverted ones and learned the names for them. I’m an introvert of the high-sensitive, high-self-monitoring variety, which means I’m easily moved by sensory triggers but am also adept at…
I received an email today saying that an employee will “report into” a superior. That sounds like it could be painful.
This is one of the many reasons that grammar is so important, and why I think I should be consulted on more content before it gets published. Many people think that couldn’t possibly constitute a full time job, but I beg to differ.
And here, for those who’ve been wondering, is what GATEKEEPER is about.
In the island nation of Ilari, dreaming is religion. There are two castes of priests who serve the deity, called the Dreamer: the Zedir, who can interpret dreams, and the Gatekeepers, who can walk in them.
Two hundred years ago, all seven Gatekeepers were murdered in their beds right before Oleander, eldest son of the…
Drawing upon both physical and neuro power, Lee’s devastating one-inch punch involved substantially more than arm strength. It was achieved through the fluid teamwork of every body part. It was his feet. It was hips and arms. It was even his brain. In several milliseconds, a spark of kinetic energy ignited in Lee’s feet and surged through his core to his limbs before its eventual release.
Every bodily jerk has an apex of force. To not only maximize on that force — but to augment it — Lee perfectly synchronizes his movements, one after the other, linking them like boxcars on a train. To be sure, countless muscle men have been stronger than Lee, but few, if any, could deliver more more power than Lee with just one inch.
What makes the difference? Lee’s brain.
Or, one might argue, Lee’s mind.
The full article is well worth the read.
(via It’s Okay To Be Smart)
On May 13 an MRI found 20 tumors in my husbands brain. On May 15 he could barely breathe and was in a lot of pain. A CT scan that day revealed he had a softball-sized tumor in his lung, tumors in his other lung, his liver and possibly his bones. On our way home from the imaging center our primary…
This is going to be long and rambling, so my apologies beforehand.
I have a vision, which a long weekend always throws into sharp relief. Honestly, I think about it every weekday around 2 pm, when my morning-person brain peters out and I’m still stuck at work for another 2 hours.
I envision a life in which I get up around 6 or 6:30 a.m. and work – and by work, I mean write– in my study (which I…