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Dr. Helen Fisher, author of Why We Love, addresses the World Future Society's 2007 conference, describing the impacts of antidepressants on the brain systems associated with romance and attachment.
Biomedical researcher Gregory Stock, author of Redesigning Humans, speaks on "Biotechnology and Health Care: The Road Ahead" in this excerpt from his presentation at the World Future Society's 2007 conference.
Business professor Nat Irvin II (University of Louisville) tells a personal story about his partial blindness and his insights as a futurist at the World Future Society's 2007 conference. He will chair the Society's 2008 conference in Washington, D.C.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
Waiting
Waiting for life to happen,
wondering when it will start
to bloom and awe inspire.
I don't think that "waiting" is the same as "standing still." As Ferris said, if you don't stop to look around once in a while, you might miss it.
love, hosaa,
pausing
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Nest Guard
Yesterday I watched a cardinal guarding her nest in a tree near a parking lot:
She flitted back and forth between the tree and the supposed intruder she spotted in the side mirror of a car.
I watched awhile then went into the nursing home to visit my Mom. She understands that she will be moving from the rehab wing into long-term care there. It will mean downsizing from her small private room into a double. But she still wanted a list of all the things in her apartment so she could decide what to bring to the new room.
Mommas never stop guarding their nests, do they?
Love, hosaa,
wrestling with nests
She flitted back and forth between the tree and the supposed intruder she spotted in the side mirror of a car.
I watched awhile then went into the nursing home to visit my Mom. She understands that she will be moving from the rehab wing into long-term care there. It will mean downsizing from her small private room into a double. But she still wanted a list of all the things in her apartment so she could decide what to bring to the new room.
Mommas never stop guarding their nests, do they?
Love, hosaa,
wrestling with nests
Monday, April 7, 2008
On his way here
Clay Aiken's new song is being previewed at AOL's Popeater site:
On My Way Here
The lyrics were posted online at one (probably several) of the Aiken fan message boards.
On My Way Here
written by Ryan Tedder, performed by Clay Aiken
I took my first step
On that black and white kitchen floor
I sometimes wonder if that house is even there anymore
I had my first glimpse
Of love when I was five
I watched two people split apart
But still the three of us survived
I’ve seen the best
I’ve seen the worst
I wouldn’t change what I’ve been through
I’ve touched the sky
I’ve hit the wall
But I did what I had to
Chorus
On my way here
Where I am now
I’ve learned to fly
I have to want to leave the ground
I’ve fallen hard but I’ve been loved
And in the end it all works out
My faith has conquered fear
On my way here
Oh yeah, yeah
My address has changed
Almost every year
I’ve found that standing still
Can quickly make a lifetime disappear
I’d rather try and fail
A thousand times denied
And this, whenever you feel pain
It lets you know you’re alive
I’ve been a fool
I’ve been afraid
Yeah, I’ve been loved
I’ve been lied to
I’ve been wrong
And I’ve been right
I stood up when I had to
Chorus
No guarantees
I believed that I would find
An open door or a light
To lead me to the other side
I guess that is why
Chorus
On My Way Here
The lyrics were posted online at one (probably several) of the Aiken fan message boards.
On My Way Here
written by Ryan Tedder, performed by Clay Aiken
I took my first step
On that black and white kitchen floor
I sometimes wonder if that house is even there anymore
I had my first glimpse
Of love when I was five
I watched two people split apart
But still the three of us survived
I’ve seen the best
I’ve seen the worst
I wouldn’t change what I’ve been through
I’ve touched the sky
I’ve hit the wall
But I did what I had to
Chorus
On my way here
Where I am now
I’ve learned to fly
I have to want to leave the ground
I’ve fallen hard but I’ve been loved
And in the end it all works out
My faith has conquered fear
On my way here
Oh yeah, yeah
My address has changed
Almost every year
I’ve found that standing still
Can quickly make a lifetime disappear
I’d rather try and fail
A thousand times denied
And this, whenever you feel pain
It lets you know you’re alive
I’ve been a fool
I’ve been afraid
Yeah, I’ve been loved
I’ve been lied to
I’ve been wrong
And I’ve been right
I stood up when I had to
Chorus
No guarantees
I believed that I would find
An open door or a light
To lead me to the other side
I guess that is why
Chorus
Friday, April 4, 2008
Body Parts
(A poem for anti-reductionists)
Once I rhapsodized upon his eyes,
Became transfixed upon his lips,
Transferred allegiance to his thighs,
And now reflect upon his hips.
His ears beguiled me for awhile,
His flaring nostrils did me in.
Dreaming of chesthairs made me smile
And his turned-out feet my heart did win.
His hair of variable styles and colors
Taunt and tease me like the weather.
His parts enchant me like no other's
But I love him most entirely together.
love, hosaa
loving his whole entire everything
Once I rhapsodized upon his eyes,
Became transfixed upon his lips,
Transferred allegiance to his thighs,
And now reflect upon his hips.
His ears beguiled me for awhile,
His flaring nostrils did me in.
Dreaming of chesthairs made me smile
And his turned-out feet my heart did win.
His hair of variable styles and colors
Taunt and tease me like the weather.
His parts enchant me like no other's
But I love him most entirely together.
love, hosaa
loving his whole entire everything