Vicky Cristina Barcelona
If you don’t start undressing me soon this’ll turn into a panel discussion.—Cristina, “Vicky Cristina Barcelona”
Is that so?
The Master responds to falsehood and truth, bad news and good news, in exactly the same way: “Is that so?” He allows the form of the moment, good or bad, to be as it is and so does not become a participant in the human drama. To him there is only this moment, and this moment is at it is. Events are not personalized. He is nobody’s victim. He is so completely at one with what happens that what happens has no power over him anymore. Only if you resist what happens are you at the mercy of what happens, and the world will determine your happiness or unhappiness.—Tolle, A New Earth
FINISH LINE CLENT THRILLIONAIRE NIK HALIK AND FELLOW COSMONAUTS PREPPING FOR SOYUZ SPACE STATION
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FINISH LINE CLIENT NIK HALIK ("THE THRILLIONAIRE") DEMONSTRATES ARROW BREAKING IN AEI OFFICE
Chi-Li holding as Nik breaks.
Mike Kuciak breaking!Vitamin H is also called hope
Vitamin H. One of the requirements for a substance to be designated as a vitamin is that it must have a deficiency state. Vitamin H is also called hope. A deficiency of hope leads to feelings of discouragement and high stress levels that can interfere with recovery. In fact, just five minutes of even recalling a past stressful situation has been shown to result in six hours of immune system suppression. That’s one little negative nostalgic indulgence with a pretty big price tag. All thoughts have a downstream consequence in the physical body. Vitamin H synthesis starts gradually with awareness of habitually stressful thoughts. Once identified, (we all have them), move away from them and toward what brings you happiness. Then, simply do more of the happy thing and less of the stress thing. Use your brain . . . for a change. [via Kayoko from Great Smokies Medical Center]
Attack of the Teenage Brain!!
From: HuffingtonPost.com
By Dennis Palumbo
From the pages of medical journals to feature stories on the network news, there's been a swell of media coverage the past few years concerning "the teenage brain."
Despite sounding like the title of Hollywood's latest horror-movie blockbuster, the phrase actually refers to recent neurological research on adolescent brain chemistry. To the surprise of practically no one not wearing a lab coat, it's finally been demonstrated scientifically that the teenage brain is different from that of a mature adult.
According to the data, these differences explain the average teen's inclination to stay up late, sleep until noon, and exhibit extreme mood swings (for example, from sullen and defiant to really sullen and defiant). Some researchers have even blamed these brain differences for the adolescent's devotion to high-decibel music, insistence on low-decibel mumbling, and willingness to stand in line for hours to see the midnight showing of Watchmen.
As soon as these results made national headlines, the usual social pundits weighed in: this new research, they claimed, clearly suggested that we should ban teen driving and even raise the voting age. After all, we now had proof positive that today's teens are simply too erratic to be entrusted with such responsibilities.
This may be. But what about the mid-life brain? Perhaps the next time we embark on exhaustive, heavily-funded research into what's inside the human skull, we should focus our efforts on the average middle-aged person. Because if my friends and I are at all representative, I'd argue that whatever's going on in our collective brains is equally suspect.
Though not without good reason. We're in the middle of an economic melt-down, deluged with more-bad-news-updates constantly by the media. Not to mention the Middle East crisis, global warming, and daily bulletins about the life and travails of the OctoMom. Most adults I know are over-worked, over-stressed and generally overwhelmed by their ongoing struggles with careers, child-rearing, and relationships. They're forgetful, obsessed with their health (popping pills to an extent no teenager would even contemplate), envious of their neighbors and always---always---sleep-deprived.
Frankly, even on a good day, our brains are nothing to write home about. It's everything we can do to keep our complicated, must-have Starbucks coffee orders straight in our heads.
I think it's too easy to blame all this on brain chemistry. The truth is, life is hard, no matter how old you are. Whether you're worried about making the track team or paying the mortgage; about fitting in with the cool kids or impressing your new boss, it's all about trying to cope.
Granted, your average teen's coping mechanisms rarely extend beyond junk food and video games.
But are adults' choices any better? Addicted to Internet porn, Gray's Anatomy, Tom Clancy novels and golf. Fretting over who just got voted off Dancing with the Stars. Running from yoga class to a "Parents Without Partners" meeting to the latest Donald Trump get-rich-quick seminar.
And, amidst all this, compulsively checking e-mails and sending text messages on their cellphones (while nursing fantasies of winning the Lottery or running off to Tahiti with the office manager).
Let's face it, teens have just two basic goals: having sex and getting into a good college. Both pretty laudable and straightforward aims, especially when compared with the confusing and relentless demands of contemporary life with which adults have to contend. It's no wonder, then, that at the end of a hard day, most adults just want to collapse on the sofa and channel-surf.
Sartre once said that the state of man is incomprehension and rage. Okay, maybe he was a bit of a Gloomy Gus. But isn't the bewilderment and struggle to which he alludes true at times for all of us, particularly at certain crucial stages in our life?
As a psychotherapist, I see daily the unfortunate consequences of assigning a diagnostic label to practically every kind of behavior under the sun. Instead, we need to remember that people are too complex to fit neatly into categories.
And that includes teenage people.
In fact, before we start debating whether teens should be allowed to drive and vote, we'd better be able to defend letting us adults do so. It's not as if our record in either of these endeavors is anything to brag about. (Okay, we got one right with Obama, but still...)
My point is, I think we should give kids a break. They're not responsible for the way their brains develop, any more than they are for the world in which they have to grow up.
If anything, the latter is a result of brains much older, and supposedly wiser, than theirs.
By Dennis Palumbo
From the pages of medical journals to feature stories on the network news, there's been a swell of media coverage the past few years concerning "the teenage brain."
Despite sounding like the title of Hollywood's latest horror-movie blockbuster, the phrase actually refers to recent neurological research on adolescent brain chemistry. To the surprise of practically no one not wearing a lab coat, it's finally been demonstrated scientifically that the teenage brain is different from that of a mature adult.
According to the data, these differences explain the average teen's inclination to stay up late, sleep until noon, and exhibit extreme mood swings (for example, from sullen and defiant to really sullen and defiant). Some researchers have even blamed these brain differences for the adolescent's devotion to high-decibel music, insistence on low-decibel mumbling, and willingness to stand in line for hours to see the midnight showing of Watchmen.
As soon as these results made national headlines, the usual social pundits weighed in: this new research, they claimed, clearly suggested that we should ban teen driving and even raise the voting age. After all, we now had proof positive that today's teens are simply too erratic to be entrusted with such responsibilities.
This may be. But what about the mid-life brain? Perhaps the next time we embark on exhaustive, heavily-funded research into what's inside the human skull, we should focus our efforts on the average middle-aged person. Because if my friends and I are at all representative, I'd argue that whatever's going on in our collective brains is equally suspect.
Though not without good reason. We're in the middle of an economic melt-down, deluged with more-bad-news-updates constantly by the media. Not to mention the Middle East crisis, global warming, and daily bulletins about the life and travails of the OctoMom. Most adults I know are over-worked, over-stressed and generally overwhelmed by their ongoing struggles with careers, child-rearing, and relationships. They're forgetful, obsessed with their health (popping pills to an extent no teenager would even contemplate), envious of their neighbors and always---always---sleep-deprived.
Frankly, even on a good day, our brains are nothing to write home about. It's everything we can do to keep our complicated, must-have Starbucks coffee orders straight in our heads.
I think it's too easy to blame all this on brain chemistry. The truth is, life is hard, no matter how old you are. Whether you're worried about making the track team or paying the mortgage; about fitting in with the cool kids or impressing your new boss, it's all about trying to cope.
Granted, your average teen's coping mechanisms rarely extend beyond junk food and video games.
But are adults' choices any better? Addicted to Internet porn, Gray's Anatomy, Tom Clancy novels and golf. Fretting over who just got voted off Dancing with the Stars. Running from yoga class to a "Parents Without Partners" meeting to the latest Donald Trump get-rich-quick seminar.
And, amidst all this, compulsively checking e-mails and sending text messages on their cellphones (while nursing fantasies of winning the Lottery or running off to Tahiti with the office manager).
Let's face it, teens have just two basic goals: having sex and getting into a good college. Both pretty laudable and straightforward aims, especially when compared with the confusing and relentless demands of contemporary life with which adults have to contend. It's no wonder, then, that at the end of a hard day, most adults just want to collapse on the sofa and channel-surf.
Sartre once said that the state of man is incomprehension and rage. Okay, maybe he was a bit of a Gloomy Gus. But isn't the bewilderment and struggle to which he alludes true at times for all of us, particularly at certain crucial stages in our life?
As a psychotherapist, I see daily the unfortunate consequences of assigning a diagnostic label to practically every kind of behavior under the sun. Instead, we need to remember that people are too complex to fit neatly into categories.
And that includes teenage people.
In fact, before we start debating whether teens should be allowed to drive and vote, we'd better be able to defend letting us adults do so. It's not as if our record in either of these endeavors is anything to brag about. (Okay, we got one right with Obama, but still...)
My point is, I think we should give kids a break. They're not responsible for the way their brains develop, any more than they are for the world in which they have to grow up.
If anything, the latter is a result of brains much older, and supposedly wiser, than theirs.
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