We sovereign professionals are a strong-willed lot, always completely in control and aware of the forces acting on us. So, I love this psychology study on Ouija users.
Psychologists at Aarhus University tracked the eye movements of users in the normal, involuntary, spirit-driven state and when using the planchette (pointer) to deliberately spell out words in a “voluntary” state.
The experimenters found that:
when looking to see whether at least one participant in a pair made a predictive eye movement, the rates of prediction were just as high as for individuals in the voluntary condition (i.e. for any given move of the planchette, at least one person usually knew where it was going); second, rates of prediction increased in the Ouija board condition, but not the voluntary condition, presumably as the participants became increasingly aware of the diminishing number of meaningful options available.
Read the full spookiness, here.
Photo by dragonoak on Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND
The Grey Fox talks openly and honestly about his evolving blog: seven years old and with a slightly broader remit of “ageing with style”:
Style is not just how you look and what you wear: it’s how you live – where you go on holiday, what car you drive, the watch you wear, what food and drink you like, what you do in your spare time, how you treat others, what books you read.
Always worth a read.
The Hammock Papers shares an evocative poem from Bill Holm, The Icelandic Language:
In this language, no industrial revolution;
no pasteurized milk; no oxygen, no telephone;
only sheep, fish, horses, water falling.
The middle class can hardly speak it.
In this language, no flush toilet; you stumble
through dark and rain with a handful of rags.
The door groans; the old smell comes
up from under the earth to meet you.
Read the rest, here.
More on Holm, here and here.
This poem, apparently, comes from a collection, The Dead Get By With Everything.
Photo by Ghost Presenter on Unsplash
A late, but essential, addition to the previous post.
Apparently, singer Tori Amos is selling her Ballywilliam House, her home in Kinsale, Ireland.
I feel I could both live and work quite happily there.
I love Georgian architecture and this looks amazing. I particularly like how the lawn rolls up to the front door.
The asking price is €1.45 million. More details here.
According to Neil Gaiman, in a recent tweet, “This is where I finished American Gods, where I wrote a lot of Anansi Boys, and where I got flu and completely failed to write any of the Graveyard Book. It’s the most peaceful and magical place. I hope it finds a new person who cherishes it.”
The Mindcircle has a piece on the amazing Café Yeonnam-dong 239-20 in Korea. The cafe also has an Instagram account, here.
I love the decor. I wonder what it’s like to be there.
The above picture in particular reminds me of the BBC’s Paddington Bear cartoon (before the Ben Whishaw film)…
And here he is, in the 1975 original. Five minutes of charming innocence:
Oh, the wondrous synchronicity of the interweb.
These last couple of weeks I’ve been having something of a Steely Dan wallow. I still can’t quite decide which is my favourite album, although 1974’s Pretzel Logic is high in the running, but then again…
Today, I discover these delights from Cultural Offering. Firstly a live video of Reelin’ in the Years:
Then, this profile of guitarist Jeff “Skunk” Baxter. I had previously read that Baxter was now a missile expert, but the whole story (on Business Insider) is fascinating.
And, in sharing these delights with my oldest, and vinyl-collecting, friend I find he had “just picked up an original US press of Katy Lied last Saturday – sensational stuff & the original sounds SOOO much better than the re-press I had.”
Baxter is one of those individuals who has forged hugely successful careers in wildly different fields. John Perry Barlow was another: cattle rancher, internet pioneer, lyricist with the Grateful Dead, cyber-libertarian and founding member of the Electronic Frontier Foundation.
A third is John Kao: entrepreneur, psychiatrist, a talented jazz pianist who played with Frank Zappa, and a theatre and film producer with the film Sex, Lies and Videotape to his credit.
Do they all qualify as sovereign professionals? I guess they do.
And an eclectic set of fantasy dinner-guests.
These are really good: two (different) lectures by Jordan Peterson in Iceland. As I recall, the second lecture starts with some background on how he came to write 12 Rules for Life.
The book made its way to the top of the Must-Read pile and I’m currently half-way through. Exceptionally lucid.
And, as Stoic Week nears its end, I see a lot of commonality between Peterson’s responsibility-over-rights perspective and the Stoic perspective.
Set aside a few (well, five) hours to feed the mind…