“What happened during that hour changed Jacob’s life (and ours) more dramatically than I ever dreamed possible…” http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/01/12/jacob-artson-teen-autism-typing_n_1184950.html
Previously we mentioned that the pleasure center is a portion of the brain over which we have no conscious control, and that it can be stimulated by a variety of chemicals — some of them produced inside our bodies and some that we introduce from outside. We said that the pleasure center rewards us for activities that it interprets as contributing in some way to our survival, whether they be social interactions, exercising, or more prosaic things such as eating. We also stated that these pleasurable feelings, when pursued too far or for too long can create problems. Now we need to examine how that happens….
Early in human history, there were probably few alcoholics or addicts because the alcohol content available in fermented fruit was low, and plants that produced other intoxicating substances were relatively scarce. The development of agriculture made it possible to insure supplies of grain for beer production, and enabled organized farming of other plant producers of mood-altering substances. …
This is a column about two ways of thinking about your life.
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I’m an addict — a creature of habit — and I don’t like change. Little things are bad enough, but when it comes to something that’s such a big part of my life as the keyboard on my computer, I have to be dragged kicking and screaming into the midst of the new experience. So I’m writing this to get used to a different one.
I took a good look at those “netbooks” one time, and it only took a few seconds of typing on that 90% full-sized workspace to convince me that it wasn’t going to be a go. For a man my size I don’t have especially big hands, but given the problems I had, I find it difficult to understand how anyone but a child or a small woman could possibly navigate around one of those things. I stopped hunting-and-pecking more than 50 years ago, and I’m too old to relearn the process. Having to do it on my Droid is bad enough — that’s why I love the voice recognition feature. I’m willing to put up with the downside: improper punctuation and capitalization, and the occasional unrecognizable word that has to be entered from scratch, in order not to have to put up with either the onscreen or physical keyboard.
I learned to type on a 1938 model Remington Noiseless typewriter. You know. The kind where you had to push the keys down and actually make those things fly forward to strike the ribbon and imprint the letters onto the paper. No spell checker, no copy/paste/delete. No instant corrections. What you got was pretty much what got sent out. If you needed a copy, you used carbon paper — nasty, flimsy sheets with black stuff on one side that went between two sheets and transferred the key-strikes onto the second sheet for a (none-too-satisfactory) copy of the original.
At that, it beat writing by hand, especially the way I wrote back then. When I got to college I discovered that many times I couldn’t read my own handwritten notes, so I finally taught myself to write neatly. Took a lot of work, but it was worth the trouble. So did learning to type, but my god! When I think of the millions of words I’ve put on paper and screens since those days when I was made to sit and practice typing the way other kids practiced the piano, I thank my lucky stars that I was made to learn it. I’ve since become mushy in the same sort of way about the people who forced me to learn good English, spelling, grammar and punctuation. I know those skills have pretty-much fallen into disrepute with the younger crowd, and that’s not OK. As you move up the ladder of life, kiddies, folks will judge you more and more on your ability to communicate according to the rules. That’s what separates the men and women of business from the adolescents.
Well, so much for that. I got a blog entry out of this, when all I intended to do was type “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog” a few times. You just never know.
“Personally, I think it’s offensive to worship rocks and trees,” Halferty said of Wicca, a religion based on ancient beliefs and a reverence for the Earth. “I am just trying to be moral. I don’t know how we can profess to be Christians and let this go on.”
Deny it on the basis of separation of church and state? Maybe, although probably not in this case. As a matter of personal religious bias? Unacceptable.