The Threshold of Conscious Influence…
Longer ago than I care to think about, April 21, 2007 to be exact, John B of Blog Meridian fame tagged me to participate in a most unusual meme. As loathe as I am to meme tags in general, this one was intriguingly different. Coming from my highly respectable friend John B, its allure pulled me in. Unfortunately, the work and life schedules have been far too densely packed of late to allow an effective level of blog reading and writing. But at last, here is my response.
The original challenge was from John B’s friend Rene in Mexico City and went like this:
I now propose a new tag: Things which one has read and has been influenced by which are not confined to those paper-bound vessels of the printed word we refer to as books. Let’s call these Non-Books. Or maybe Impossible Books. Or Limen Books? It’s up to you. List five.
These things usually roll out quickly. This one took some real thought, along with some personalized interpretation of the challenge. Here goes…
1. BLOGS… My several brain cells became accustomed to hard work back in Engineering school and again later in an MBA curriculum. Seldom since then has said dwindling population of cells received as vigorous a workout as they get almost daily from reading and writing blog posts. I have been heavily influenced and stretched by reading numerous blogs on a regular basis. Yes, it has been a learning experience, but that experience has been more vivid and enduring than most books because there are real live people behind the words, people that I know and respect.
2. FEELINGS and EMOTIONS… of those I care about really do influence me, my feelings and emotions, my behavior, and my reactions to those people. It is dangerous to play psychologist, so I don’t. I also run the risk of appearing to be too maleable, too wishy-washy, or overly sensitive at times. But I believe it is important for each of us to be aware of the temperature of those around us, pushing ahead when needed, pulling back when warranted, fine-tuning our interactions with others as indicated to develop the most synergistic relationships possible for the good of all. Win-win is almost always better than win-lose, and certainly bests lose-lose on all counts. Learning to read and interpret the feelings and emotions of those around us is a life-long job at which we never truly excel because it is always a dynamic and rarely a non-invasive process. But try we must.
3. TRAFFIC SIGNS… Our very survival out there in the traffic jungle depends on reading and being influenced by traffic signs. The STOP and YIELD and ONE WAY and 45 MPH signs on metal poles along the streets and highways are obvious. Almost as important are the signs of what’s going on around us. If the woman tailgating you is leaning over to use the rearview mirror while applying mascara and lipstick, give her wide berth. If the maniac hanging out the window of the pickup truck next to you shouting obscenities and shaking the single-fingered salute at you does not generate a self-preservation reaction, you’re no better than him.
4. RESTAURANT MENUS… can be a great source of education and entertainment. Eating is my thang. Not in any gourmet sense, mind you, though I do enjoy many items that might normally attract only a nose-in-the-air gourmand. Nor am I just a simple glutton. In fact, I do not eat very much by most American standards — often the wrong things, but not very much of it. Planning of my day, whether at work, at home, or travelling, almost always includes consideration of where and what to eat. I love eating out at familiar or new restaurants, reading the menus, searching for the innovative twist that might transform this from just another meal to a memorable gastronomic experience. Pass the Pepcid, please.
5. LEAVES… on the trees outside my windows provide a constant reminder, either by their presence or absence, and by their color, that I now mark time not by the clock or calendar, but by the seasons. I always heard this happens when we get older. I did not believe it. It is true. And the leaves are turning and falling too fast. No matter the date, eternal winter is coming.
OK, that’s it. Scoff, laugh, criticize, or read ‘em and ponder my insanity. To lend credence to my first one, just by reading John B’s post wherein he tagged me to participate, I learned a new word: limen. It means threshold and is defined as the point at which a stimulus is of sufficient intensity to begin to produce an effect. For example it can represent the threshold of pain, or the threshold of consciousness. Perhaps I should have named this post The Threshold of the Pain of Consciousness.
10 Comments so far
Winston,
This was worth the wait. Thanks for playing. I don’t think I’d known that you don’t like meme tags, so I’m sorry about sending it to you; but I’m also glad you decided to play along anyway.
— Comment text removed by Winston 5/4/07. Sorry, but this is NOT your private pulpit. —
John B, I always moan loudly about memes, but almost always play along and enjoy. At least the more serious and challenging ones. Some of them are so silly and childish that I ignore them. This one was different, and I do thank you for the opportunity…
When I saw “restaurant menus” I thought of the back of the Wheaties box that I read a lot at breakfast when I was a kid.
Nice post, Winston.
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Very thoughtful and a good example of why I keep coming back. Thanks for sharing, and we don’t care how much later, we are still the same season.
I moan about memes too, and have done just a few. There are some crazy ones out there, but I can see that this one was more “you” Winston…glad you decided to partake.
Winston, this was great. So clearly not one of those quick memes with funny answers, this one caused you to think. In turn, your answers really made me think! What a pleasant post to read during my lunch break!
Great post, Winston. Wish I was better at reading feelings and emotions, but I’ve got the menu thing down pat!
Maybe the following story will reduce the problem and discourage the tailgaters. I agree with you about moving over. We have a 12 mile stretch of two lane road through mountains with grades and turns. I pull over even if it means pulling into a driveway where I have to come to a complete stop.
Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad trucks ?
Great story ! The other day a guy driving an oxygen delivery truck who was sick and tired of his job and sick and tired of big monster pickup trucks tailgating him came up with a solution as he set out for his last run.
He rigged up a release valve trigger for several of the large tanks, so that the resultant cloud of oxygen would go directly backwards into the grille of the offending truck.
When the pure oxygen went into the air intake of the trucks he sucker-baited, the mix was so rich and powerful that the trucks blew up their engines. I heard he managed to blow up at least four or five before he ran out of oxygen. Being a good guy, he still made his deliveries to his patients of their normal requirements.