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November 9, 2006

Here another of my grandmothers. I’m really not a lucky one (should it really be true that GrMa is a password to any high positioned intelligence office? I always hope not, but angels do seem notto listen to my hopes anymore ….) She has been reading with greatest interest my extremely interesting articles for the last 7 days, plunging even into an internal self discovery procedure without more results than the following: she has very similar features with someone called Heleni, in Greece, who at that time was about 32 (must be 35 now). She didn’t really solve the question of how to define empathetic in a congruous way, and asked herself whether the fact of misleading people into fiction could not be at the origin of the development of schizoid tendencies … In order to read fiction (yes, she is really younger than me, but it doesn’t matter), you need to have deep schemes of interpreation allowing the registration of information in general patterns, otherwise, long life to neuroleptics … In any case valuable as attempt of research, although I still couldn’t gather how they’d proove the one or the contrary. Who was first, the egg or the hen? (Spaniards ask.)

Research by Raymond A. Mar et al.

1 day ago by skeen. Spam? Tags: literature, Reading, psychology, Social Psychology, Developmental Psychology, empathy

http://psych.utoronto.ca/%7Eraymond/bio.html

Mar, a psychologist at University of Toronto, shows in a recently published article that exposure to narrative fiction is positively associated with improved social abilities, a correlation not shown for non-fiction reading. Conceding that this subject has been understudied and that a causal direction has yet to be established, Mar concludes, “Should future work determine that fiction-reading interventions yield improvements in empathy, stories could prove a powerful tool for educating both children and adults about understanding others, an important skill currently under-stressed in most educational settings. If it proves to be the case that the causality of this relation is reversed—that being more empathetic predisposes people toward reading fiction—we will still have learned something interesying about fiction, and about empathic personality.”

Raymond A. Mar, Keith Oatley, Jacob Hirsch, Jennifer dela Paz, and Jordan Peterson, “Bookworms versus nerds: Exposure to fiction versus non-fiction, divergent associations with social ability, and the simulation of fictional social worlds.” Journal of Research in Personality 40(5). Oct 2006: 694-712.

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November 5, 2006

Sorry, ’so you think I can’, to make you become one of my experiment’s targets, but after having had so many and so deep blue converstions with Google, I need to implement the human ressources department. Having been through analysis of the’how it works’ section, I should be right if I think that posting on same categories this message lands in your blog surfer department. Please let me know if I’m wrong! Anf if you want to join the ‘aleatory club’ (instructions, indications and follow up in http://sonjakasten1.wordpress.com) don’t doubt doing so.

Can’t help it, really … but ‘aural serendipity’ is really far, far too beautiful… If others have the same love and experience the same lust in making up words, just have a look. It’s worth the while …

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 Waking Up

1 hour ago by slynne. Spam? Tags: writing, Poetry, Literature, musings, lust and love

I’ve been waking up early lately.  So I can write, so I can listen, so there is quiet.  I’ve been drafting and revising poetry today.  A little old, a little new.  I’ll post a little later.  For now, though, I wanted to share an old friend.  His name is Chris Jacob and his photographs and songs were once my muse.  Go to the bio section of his website and you can link to his myspace and sink into aural serendipity.  Good stuff, good stuff.

So, as I said, I’ve spent the morning revising old work and writing new stuff.  I ran across a little thing from a life ago and was jiggling the words around a little, and I’ve been cranking out a few newer ones.  Just now the house filled with a strange, sweet scent.  The upstairs neighbor is baking.  So, I’ll post an older one, I guess. 

In search of

I woke when the fat Sunday paper
slapped against the door jamb.
I stared at it thru pressed
glass and asked if it knew

of you.  Pull back the wrapper
just like I pushed up your sleeves
to check your veins once.

You weren’t front page news
no need to look there -
and the police beat is clear.
Another day, no word.