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The Science of Charisma
Charisma is the fragrance of the soul. — Toba Beta When I was younger, I used to love playing Dungeons and Dragons type games. Well, I still love those action adventure fantasies, I just don’t have the time. All right, I do have the time; I just get exhausted trying to create the voices of friends in my head. However, for those who don’t spend Saturdays alone in front of a screen hacking at goblins, one of the best parts of...
The Psychology of Laughter
Laughter is like a windshield wiper, it doesn’t stop the rain but allows us to keep going. – Gérard Jugnot Being done with my candidacy exam, having Thursday and Friday of school cancelled, watching a video of a cat with its head stuck in a yogurt container, I can’t help laughing. And it feels good. Laughing always feels so good. Just recently, in fact, I had a long Skype call with someone I had met while traveling, and she made...
Do Caterpillars Know They’ll Become Butterflies?
Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. — Zhuangzi Today I’m going to talk about two of my favorite things: psychology and butterflies. Now, this first part may be a little boring, but it’s useful for understanding the more interesting, second half. And additionally, I get paid by the word for writing these posts–paid in smiles...
Oh Snow You Didn’t!
The trouble with weather forecasting is that it’s right too often for us to ignore it and wrong too often for us to rely on it. — Patrick Young Isn’t snow beautiful? The graceful tumble of those flakes. The powdering of the ground, every dimple in the road, every lonely branch, fleeced in the serenity of that delicate alabaster wool. Come on, Global Warming! Yes, snow is beautiful. There’s clearly no denying that. Well,...
Karma’s Relation to the Female Dog
We are not punished for our sins, but by them. – Elbert Hubbard It would have been nice if my iPhone had given me the heads up about the torrential downpour to take place three minutes into my twenty-five minute walk to school this morning. Instead, I will have the lovely sensation of damp underwear and mushy socks for the rest of the day. Oh yeah. And I had my car washed last night. For a while now I’ve tussled with the belief of...