creative thinking[exercise]

Are you seeing or is your brain deciding what you should see?

Read the following paragraph.

“Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabridge Uinvervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the litteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae.  The rset can be a ttoal mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.  Tihs is besauae ocne we laren how to raed we bgien to aargnre the lteerts in our mnid to see waht we epxcet to see.  The huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but preecsievs the wrod as a wlohe.  We do tihs ucnsoniuscoly wuithot tuhoght.”

Amazing, isn’t it?  You’re finding meaning in a mass of jumbled letters.   How is this possible?

Think of your mind as a dish of jelly which has settled so that its surface is perfectly flat.  When information enters the mind, it self-organizes.  It is like pouring warm water on the dish of jelly with a teaspoon.  Imagine the warm water being poured on the jelly dish and then gently tipped so that it runs off.  After many repetitions of this process, the surface of the jelly would be full of ruts, indentations, and grooves.

New water (information) would start to automatically flow into the preformed grooves.   After a while, it would take only a bit of information (water) to activate an entire channel. This is the pattern recognition and pattern completion process.  Even if much of the information is out of the channel, the pattern will be activated.  The mind automatically corrects and completes the information to select and activate a pattern.

In our paragraph, your brain takes a bit of information (the first and last letters) and activates the “word” channel and you see and understand the word.  This is why when we sit down and try to will new ideas or solutions, we tend to keep coming up with the same-old, same-old ideas.  Information is flowing down the same ruts and grooves making the same-old connections producing the same old ideas over and over again.

Creativity occurs when we tilt the jelly dish and force the water (information) to flow into new channels and make new connections.  These new connections give you different ways to focus you attention and different ways to interpret whatever you are focusing on.   These different ways of focusing your attention and different ways of interpreting what you are focusing on lead to new insights, original ideas and solutions.

A.J. Jacobs: My year of living biblically

into it or out of it?

when it comes to relationships, is hard to believe that both of them have the same quantity of feeling involved(those who don’t agree, may disapprove it). when the woman is close to say “i really like you”, the man says “i love you”, or the other way around. this pattern is commonly recognized when you’re out of a relationship, and not easily assumed when you’re into one. does this have a lot of negative consequences? or there are just a few neutral outcomes?

the saddest thing is that the importance of THE ONE is bigger when he or she is not the one anymore. he seems to be helpless. she- is probably somewhere, practicing some kind of activity that might give her more self confidence, or less pain. he- runs into the first woman he meets. she- finds out, and never wants to see him again. he- realizes how blind he was, and doesn’t know what to do. she- thinks to much. finally, he- tries to call her, and with a little luck she- will answer.

relationships are made to be different: from the shortest to the deepest, from the most superficial and neutral to the most romantic and purest ones. they are made to come at their own time. you may be prepared, but they hide from you. you may even expect them, but they don’t come. sometimes is better not to predict your own “sentimental future”, because time, space, and probably some kind of superior force will try to make something for you.

>are you ready to start your virtual relationship?<

fizz of minds

it rains. and whenever it rains things  seem to be much deeper. in an attempt to find my  spirit, to  seek  for the real “myself”, i understand the voice of the rain.i remember people[...]they often ask themselves  about future, about life and friends in general…they ask about  salaries and new gadgets. what  they rarely ask is about themselves[...]do we really  know who we are?do we really realize what  path we already started to walk on? there is surely  much to  discover about us. much to search and to improve. much  to reach  and to be happy of. for instance, our attempt has a long way do develop itself, a way  with  no  real results, at the end of which there comes another question:is that  what  we wanted and struggled for?

what  remains to be done is the  [re]-invention  of creativity. this-started to  manipulate(in a positive way) all the  things   we like  to  call”existence”. it  is there and here. abstract  and real in the same time. it comes from nowhere, apparently from nothing…creativity  is a mean of existence which  can make us aware of our strengths, our forces to bring the change we  need in our lives, our world…where do  we find creativity? simple  to answer. on the street. in the white stripes from the middle of it, into people walking on this street, into atmosphere.[...] it is everywhere. and if you still try to  demonstrate this to  yourself, raise another question: am i creative? am i  enough  creative to change something around me?

think about this. because  you-and the word-are in your own hands [>and the pure simple truth is rarely  pure, and never simple<]

earthlings

the three stages of truth>1.ridicule.2>violent opposition.3>acceptance. :they don’t deserve to be slaughtered.do we really deserve to live?human being between racism, sexism and speciesism. the animals’ holocaust.a documentary that worths seeing.

>senses<

listen the wind. and the rain. and the sound of silence. listen the energy of the sun. listen the hocking of the cars, the clanging of trams, the hiss of the snakes. listen the swarms, the aunts, the birds, the music, the beat. listen the colors, listen the trees, the sound of freedom. listen your dreams, your goals, your wishes… your friends, your mind, your thoughts, your heart, your universe

see the moon.and the sky. and the cars. see the silence. see the sun and the stars. and the children. see the words, the trees, the rocks, the street, the gardens. see your face, your mirror, your eyes.see your parents, your staff, your energy, your universe.

feel the blade of grass.feel the spring. and the winter. feel the dust, the chill, the pinch of salt, the night, the fog.feel the steps, the evolution and the morning sleep. feel the bread, feel the pint of bear, feel the touch and the adrenaline. feel your skin, your voice, your thoughts. feel your stuck of hay, your bed, your love, your hair.feel your energy, your universe.

reflections of a skyline

And I want to play hide and seek, give you my clothes, tell you I love you shoes, sit on the steps when you take a bath, and massage your neck. And kiss your face, hold your hand, and go for a walk. Not mind when you eat my food, and meet you at Rudy’s and talk about the day. Talk about your day and laugh at your, your paranoia. I give you tapes you don’t even listen to, watch great films, watch terrible films. And tell you about the tv-program I saw the night before and not laugh at your jokes. I want you in the morning, but let you sleep for a while. Tell you how much I love your eyes, your lips, your hair, your neck. Sit on the steps, thinking, ’till your neighbours come home. Sit on the steps ’till you come home. Worry when you’re late, and be amazed when you’re early. I’d give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance. Be sorry when I’m worried and happy when you forgive me. Look at your photos and wish I’d known you forever. Hearing your voice in my ear, feel your skin on my skin, and get scared when you’re angry. I tell you you’re beautiful, hold you when you’re anxious, hold you when you’re hurt, want you when I smell you, offend you when I touch you and whimper when I’m next to you. Whimper when I’m not. Smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don’t. Melt when you smile, dissolve when you laugh. But not understand how you think I’m rejecting you when I’m not rejecting you, and wonder how you could ever think I’m rejecting you. And wonder who you are, but I accept you anyway. And tell you about the tree angel, the enchanted forest boy who flew across the whole ocean just because he loved you. I’d buy you presents you don’t want and take them away again. And ask you to marry me, and you say no again but I keep on asking because though you think I don’t mean it but I always have from the first time I asked you. I wander the city thinking. It’s empty without you but I want what you want and think. I’m losing myself. But I’ll tell you the worst of me but try to give you the best of me because you don’t deserve any less. Answer your questions when I’d rather not, tell you the truth when I really don’t want to, and try to be honest because I know you prefer it. And think it’s all over, but hang on for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life. Forget who I am and let me try and get closer to you. And somehow, somehow communicate some of the overwhelming, undying, overpowering, unconditional, all-encompassing, mind-expanding, ongoing, never-ending love I have for you.

speachless.come undone

the yellow sheep~why today

this page was designed to express an old concept of mine- the yellow sheep- a concept that i could not define until a few days ago. there is probably something in our life that is made to come at a certain time, changing a part of ourselves, or giving us an insight into our own personality. Branding Romania has had a part of this role in my life.it was the bridge that confirmed the way things tend to evolve nowadays. up and less down, straight forward, and less to the left or to the right.

the story of the yellow sheep started with a challenge. and i guess it will continue with other challenges…“once upon a time there was a man who had a herd of sheep. she loved his sheep so much, that he gave them names and colors. every day the man tried to make his sheep happy, but he didn’t let them graze on the other hills. one day, the man slept too much. a yellow sheep got closer, trying to tell the other sheep that on her hill things are better, as she has much more freedom. then, the herd of white sheep left their shepherd. three months later, the man died, because he missed his sheep, and he was practically unable to bring them back. the news arrived on the yellow hill, and the white sheep decided to go back home, to remake the spirit of the herd.

moral: Some people seek solutions dreaming about complicated things. other people try to find their simplicity, because they know this is the right choice to solve their problems. being simple makes them think clear and coherent, makes them communicate much easier and efficient. inside ourselves there will always be “something” that will tell us simplicity is the value we should admit as being essential. why the yellow sheep? because we are all able to trigger a change in our society, to be the ones that lead our friends toward the same mentality. we can change the world, and it is our responsibility to make the difference.

~follow the yellow sheep~

[t h i s i s a t o p i c t h a t m i g h t b e c o n t i n u e d]

ROOM 256.AUTOBIOGRAPHY

…the 256^th page of thoughts, the 256^th leaf of my own history, the 256^th hope for the better, the 256^th commitment, the 256^th page of a gifted notebook, in which more than 256 ideas are written in the same number of colors…

256 steps this morning- 200 of them straight to the wardrobe, 50- to the first pen found at my asleep colleague, six trials to make something else. 256 disappointed neurons, six of them die because the pen has run out of ink, and there are another 50- each of them having 90 trials to make synapses; 200 types of feelings, six waves of negative energy, 50 frequency lines of positivism.

200+50+6 memories about old friends, old habits and places that I liked. 50 cumbersome situations of getting out of trouble, 6 people around me who influence my usual thoughts, and 200 diagnostics of chronicle ill. 6 doctors, 50 nurse practitioners and 200 other people encouraging me to heal myself. 2 alternatives, 0 possibilities to take 5 of them, the 256^th medical advice I ignore.

256 occasions to say “I love you” to six cats, 50 dogs, and no more than 200 men who had less than 56 years. There are about 250 great events in my life which made me six time happier than I usually were…50 streets left without pavement, on which you find more than 206 grids without lids, more than 250 people walking rapidly along the street, 6 of them staring at the others; 50 couples with 200% confidence that their child would not look like their neighbors’, and 6 ugly neighbors. 256 people who ask for a bigger payment, from which six are the direct benefiters, 50 get 30% from the increased remuneration, and another 200 get starved. On the other hand, 250 par lamenters trying to make six sustainable laws…56 “successful” legislative projects, with 200 missing votes. 256 TV shows, analyzing 56% of the total number of global environment issues…2 solutions, 0 attempts to implement them, and 0 trials to take advantage of the help provided by the others.

2 ways toward development, with 5 possibilities of “walking down and six of “walking up”=(equal)=256 opportunities of finding efficient and powerful solutions to our problems.

Finally, the 256^th idea of my autobiography: ROOM 256. Two hundred steps till reception, 50 trials to tell the guardian that six mirrors are broken, 20 waitresses are hidden under the bed, and 0 have no clothes; 25 pieces of toilet paper found in the oven, 6 lights are burnt,

[And a neon].