<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972</id><updated>2024-09-06T15:49:00.801-04:00</updated><category term="Happiness"/><category term="Life"/><category term="False reality"/><category term="Human Nature"/><category term="Parking Lots"/><category term="Poll Results"/><category term="Water"/><category term="Annoying"/><category term="Civilization"/><category term="Development"/><category term="Driving"/><category term="Efficiency"/><category term="Expansion"/><category term="Experiment"/><category term="Frustration"/><category term="Gestures"/><category 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term="responsibility"/><category term="safety"/><category term="slowing down"/><category term="you"/><title type='text'>Shabangity</title><subtitle type='html'>Take Five Minutes and Discover Something</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Matt M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830663466727965252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtZO3qW_VQs/TAKXjdQ_mDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1JOJtM8z1KI/S220/Photo+64.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-1539440903214075616</id><published>2010-09-25T00:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T01:04:22.954-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Efficiency"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goal-oriented"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivation"/><title type='text'>On Lack of Motivation</title><content type='html'>Well, as anyone can tell, blogging has come to a complete standstill since August 10th.  The reason...? It is quite simple and can also be applied to life too.  When there is no incentive to do something, it becomes irrelevant and put in the back of our minds.  That is what has happened with Shabangity. There has been a lack of motivation to continue the blog due to the bloggers leaving for college, but I promise all you followers that Shabangity will be back up and running!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the life lesson here is...people you need to keep goals in mind and stay motivated because when you are motivated, things get done! When you don&#39;t have any motivation, laziness takes over your life and inefficiency comes into the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make this short little blurb even shorter, motivation is the key to being efficient!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/1539440903214075616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/09/on-lack-of-motivation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/1539440903214075616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/1539440903214075616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/09/on-lack-of-motivation.html' title='On Lack of Motivation'/><author><name>CJ B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07440032136161048455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-7527914825612537590</id><published>2010-08-10T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T09:53:56.520-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Baseball"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Civil War"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meadows"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MLB"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Regionalism"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rivalries"/><title type='text'>On Why Major League Baseball and the Civil War are Related</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ll say right off the bat that I might be overextending the analogy on this one, in case you weren&#39;t able to see that already from the title. &amp;nbsp;I think I should first explain the thought process that lead to this conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;
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While running through a meadow the other day (how poetic!), I began to think of battlefields (I subconsciously associated meadows with battlefields), and how many Civil War battles were fought on large fields and farmland. &amp;nbsp;My next thought was on regionalism and what traces of regionalism can still be found in America today. &amp;nbsp;I began to think of Boston natives and their intense love of their local sports, especially the Red Sox. &amp;nbsp;These Red Sox followers do not take kindly to those in New York who support the Yankees, and as a result, we have a bit of a modern day regional conflict.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, these conflicts are not militant, or anywhere close to being militant for that matter, but there is a bit of an underlying hatred of the opponent. &amp;nbsp;To add, the regionalism could arguably be worse, since it is more localized and represents a smaller areas. &amp;nbsp;Depending on your perspective, many smaller regions that do not like other regions could be worse than two large regions that do not like each other.&lt;br /&gt;
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Obviously nothing violent will come out of such rivalries, but I still find it interesting to note how we still hold onto things such as regional differences.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/7527914825612537590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/08/on-why-major-league-baseball-and-civil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/7527914825612537590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/7527914825612537590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/08/on-why-major-league-baseball-and-civil.html' title='On Why Major League Baseball and the Civil War are Related'/><author><name>Matt M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830663466727965252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtZO3qW_VQs/TAKXjdQ_mDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1JOJtM8z1KI/S220/Photo+64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-1113450021977480401</id><published>2010-08-08T10:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:38:07.511-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cities"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Concrete Jungle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hippies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Houston in the 1970s"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jack London"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parking Lots"/><title type='text'>On the Downfall of Urban Aesthetics</title><content type='html'>The other day, my friend brought my attention to this picture of downtown Houston in the 1970s:&lt;br /&gt;
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This photo was not edited in anyway; there were seriously this many parking lots. It&#39;s funny, ridiculous, and depressing all at once. &amp;nbsp;For one thing, the city clearly requires much better urban planning so bigger buildings, and logically bigger businesses, can follow. &amp;nbsp;To add, it&#39;s just plain ugly. &amp;nbsp;Who wants to live in a high-rise when the only view is acres of parking? &amp;nbsp;This picture almost gives the city a dead, nothing-going-on, stagnant feeling to it.&lt;br /&gt;
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As seasoned blog reader&amp;nbsp;(however many there actually may be)&amp;nbsp;may ask, &quot;You seem to talk about nature a lot. &amp;nbsp;As in, I thought you were kind of the neo-transcendentalist-hippie-Jack London nature woo! type. Why do you care about urban aesthetics?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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And I would first respond with, &quot;Great question, seasoned reader!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Seriously though, I like nature, but I have other interests, such as Acknowledging the Downfall of Urban Aesthetics and Telling People About It. &amp;nbsp;Now I&#39;m going to be a bit cliche.&lt;br /&gt;
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A city truly is a concrete jungle, and like a real jungle, it has its layers that need to function together to make a successful system. &amp;nbsp;When all that exists are parking lots, it is like chopping down the rainforests (I went there). &amp;nbsp;The city disintegrates into a wasteland. &amp;nbsp;In short, parking garages would be a better choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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If anyone has pictures of a similar situation (my apologies to my friend for usurping his picture), post the pictures or the links!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/1113450021977480401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/08/on-downfall-of-urban-aesthetics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/1113450021977480401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/1113450021977480401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/08/on-downfall-of-urban-aesthetics.html' title='On the Downfall of Urban Aesthetics'/><author><name>Matt M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830663466727965252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtZO3qW_VQs/TAKXjdQ_mDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1JOJtM8z1KI/S220/Photo+64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-1309209732054667499</id><published>2010-08-06T10:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:00:27.297-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="False reality"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Frustration"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Insomnia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sleep"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tired"/><title type='text'>On A Night of Insomnia</title><content type='html'>Last night, I was relaxed. A normal nightly routine usually is key for me to fall asleep.  I come home from my nightly activity and take a shower.  Then, I clean myself up and go into my room where I will go on my computer and listen to some music for about a half hour or so.  After that, I move to my bed where I watch some TV until I fall asleep.  You are probably wondering why I am writing about my nightly routine? Well, I can tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Last night, I went through my routine, and I forgot to mention, going to sleep around the same time each night helps your sleep too.  But anyway, last night, I did everything right, except I wound myself up after I answered a phone call from my father who let&#39;s just say is one of those typical divorced dads that always disappoints his children.  Well, I talked to him on the phone and his sense of false reality with his relationship with me stirred up a myriad of emotions that felt like a curled up, swirling ball in my chest.  I felt like I had a huge burden over me.  Over the past year, I&#39;ve been working on letting go of my father because he has never failed to disappoint me on every encounter, but part of me can&#39;t do it...I&#39;m still a son whose been looking for his father (which I can get into at a later date).  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking to him on the phone got me going and it ruined my night.  I couldn&#39;t fall asleep as I had this horrible feeling permeating throughout my body.  It was another huge frustration, but this kind is worse than any other.  So, I was up pretty much all night because I let myself succumb to the negativity of my father, which was a mistake on my part.  I should have just carried out my routine, screened the call, and I would&#39;ve had a beautiful rest. I write this because I just want people who have trouble falling asleep at nights to make some kind of routine before going to sleep at night.  What I find a very easy fix is to partake in physical activity after dinner, like basketball or running.  This kind of exertion will wear you out and make the whole process of sleep easier at night.  A night of insomnia was no fun, so if this is habitual for you, try the routine, physical activity, and not eating before you go to sleep...this should cure it!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/1309209732054667499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/08/on-night-of-insomnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/1309209732054667499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/1309209732054667499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/08/on-night-of-insomnia.html' title='On A Night of Insomnia'/><author><name>CJ B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07440032136161048455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-5012157778953080524</id><published>2010-08-04T12:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T12:26:00.401-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Annoying"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Driving"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Frustration"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Obnoxious"/><title type='text'>On Frustration</title><content type='html'>It seems no matter the occasion, things need to be difficult.  Nothing is ever as easy as it seems.  For instance, I woke up extra early this morning to go over to the NJ DMV Inspection station to get my car all checked out before I leave for school.  The sticker on my car read 8/2010, so I really didn&#39;t have a choice... I had to go.  So, I drive over to the DMV and there is no line, so I thought to myself, &quot;Great! This will take like 15 minutes and I&#39;ll be done with&quot;.  I was so excited as I watched my car pass through each station knowing that it would only be a matter of minutes before I could drive off with my car and not return to that energy-draining facility for 2 years.  But, of course, as I sit down on the bench as my car continues onto the last part of inspection, I watch the lady slap on the red &#39;REJECTED&#39; sticker. For what? Well, I recently had my car worked on at an auto body shop and because the mechanics took out the battery tray and then replaced after they finished their work, this caused the car&#39;s computer system to reset.  So basically, my computer did not indicate the correct readings.  The inspector told me that the fix is to drive my car around 100 miles and bring it back.  What a pain! And I have been frustrated ever since, but I realize that it&#39;s no use in allowing yourself to ruin your day over it.  Just drive and go back another time, even though it is such a nuisance to even have to drive over to the DMV. But, I&#39;ll deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point of the matter being that no matter what the situation is, if it evokes frustration, don&#39;t allow it to eat away at you all day.  Just simply turn away and continue on with your day and things will work out in the end.  My solution for this frustration was to go lift some weights and workout.  Physical activity is always a good way to release any negative thoughts or feelings that you may have.  Steer clear of being frustrated and whatever it is, it&#39;ll work itself out.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/5012157778953080524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/08/on-frustration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/5012157778953080524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/5012157778953080524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/08/on-frustration.html' title='On Frustration'/><author><name>CJ B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07440032136161048455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-6014525182038622444</id><published>2010-08-02T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:41:11.543-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Car Windows"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Old School"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sprinklers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Traffic"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Water"/><title type='text'>On Rolling Windows</title><content type='html'>In the event of my car going into water, I am in a good situation, relatively speaking, as I have rolling windows (a.k.a. the ones you have to crank to make them go up/down). &lt;br /&gt;
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These windows also allow me to work on my left arm muscles periodically, and since I am a right handed/arm-using person, &amp;nbsp;it provides a little more balance (at least it&#39;s a nice thought, give me credit for trying). &amp;nbsp;Finally, if I am ever feeling an old school-kickback mood, I can blast my seventies music and awkwardly roll down the windows while driving, just like they did during the golden days.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nevertheless, there are many downsides to this rather cool window setup. &amp;nbsp;First, every time I approach a toll (I still have to go through exact change, no EZ-Pass for me), I have to begin cranking down the window while about 300 feet away from the toll so I will be as efficient as possible in the act of paying for the toll. &amp;nbsp;After the toll is paid, I have to reverse the process and crank the window up while merging back into traffic. &amp;nbsp;My friends, people who happen to be riding in my car who are not friends - I&#39;ll just say everybody - laughs as I hunch over and briskly roll the window up.&lt;br /&gt;
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The second detriment caused by these windows, and by far the more significant detriment, is the unpredictability of what will enter your window. &amp;nbsp;What I mean by this is that if I am driving alone, I will rarely roll the passenger side window down. &amp;nbsp;If I want to do so, I have to roll down the window before driving, otherwise I have to sprawl across the seat at a red light and hope the light doesn&#39;t change while doing so. &amp;nbsp;All this aside, the unpredictability factor then comes in. &amp;nbsp;I have absolutely no control over the passenger side window, as demonstrated by a little problem I had.&lt;br /&gt;
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The other day, while driving home from work with both windows down, I noticed a sprinkler ahead that was spraying into the street instead of watering the lawn (Remember when I blogged about sprinklers not watering what they were supposed to? &amp;nbsp;Prime example!). &amp;nbsp;I knew I was doomed. &amp;nbsp;There was traffic, I could not pull over to adjust the window, there were no side streets to avoid the impending and gushing water; it was a bad situation all around. &amp;nbsp;I waited for the taunting slap of water on the face that was about to occur. &lt;br /&gt;
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Simply put, I was sprayed as I went by, event though I sped up to lesson the impact. &amp;nbsp;I guess nothing is perfect.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/6014525182038622444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/08/on-rolling-windows.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/6014525182038622444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/6014525182038622444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/08/on-rolling-windows.html' title='On Rolling Windows'/><author><name>Matt M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830663466727965252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtZO3qW_VQs/TAKXjdQ_mDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1JOJtM8z1KI/S220/Photo+64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-7562148171772256157</id><published>2010-07-30T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T09:42:56.473-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Behavior"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Butterfly Effect"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chaos Theory"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parking Lots"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weather"/><title type='text'>On Chaos Theory (Or Rather, A Smaller Part of the Much Larger Field)</title><content type='html'>Ever since I discovered what &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaos_theory&quot;&gt;chaos theory&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;was a few years ago, I have been very intrigued by the field (Yes, I know it is a Wikipedia page, but the website has become much more accurate over the years). &amp;nbsp;In an incredibly abbreviated synopsis, chaos theory states that even extremely small changes in a system (i.e. weather system, ecosystem) will result in a completely different end result had the change not been made. &amp;nbsp;For example, one of the men who helped develop chaos theory, Edward Lorenz, had a computer that generated weather patterns based on equations that he put into the machine. &amp;nbsp;He would switch through various functions to produce different weather scenarios. One day, out of laziness, he left off the sixth decimal place in his equations (so a number such as 4.928472 became 4.92847) and let the machine run and generate weather patterns. &amp;nbsp;When he came back several hours later, the end result was extremely different than that for the equation that used six decimal places. &amp;nbsp;This slight variation in the complex system caused the system to behave in a completely different manner. &amp;nbsp;Lorenz compared the difference to a butterfly flapping its wings, and this is where the term &quot;butterfly effect,&quot; which theorizes that a butterfly flapping its wings in, say, Australia, could cause a tornado in Kansas due to the change in the chaotic system, came into use. &amp;nbsp;Another classic example is the novel-turned-movie Jurassic Park, in which scientists try unsuccessfully to control nature, which is too complex and thus gets out of control. &amp;nbsp;Chaos theory seeks to predict what would otherwise be incredibly random and unpredictable events (like the weather).&lt;br /&gt;
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Technicalities aside, I wanted to note a few smaller observations of what I consider to be chaos theory in action. &amp;nbsp;They involve the parking lot that I mentioned a while back. &amp;nbsp;Generally, people park in an orderly fashion. &amp;nbsp;Nevertheless, and this happens more often than not, once one person goes out of order (i.e. parks somewhere else, does not park great), it disrupts the whole system. &amp;nbsp;People begin to follow this one disruption. &amp;nbsp;I have seen many cars park neatly, and as soon as one car is a little off, cars after that one begin to park more and more off. &amp;nbsp;In a sense, the system becomes chaotic. &amp;nbsp;This parking lot also double parks cars when it gets busy. &amp;nbsp;Some nights, however, double parking is not allowed. &amp;nbsp;People do not always know this, and sometimes one person will accidentally double park. &amp;nbsp;As soon as the one person double parks, many accidentally follow. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s not their faults, it is just chaos theory coming into play. &amp;nbsp;Once there is that one deviation, chaotic behavior follows, and it is difficult to undo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since I enjoy this subject a lot, I will definitely continue to mention any future observations of chaos theory. &lt;br /&gt;
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An idea concerning this &quot;under-usage&quot; of the beach at night is that of naively ignoring what has been there all along. &amp;nbsp;Some simply do not realize what great opportunities or places are right in front of their noses, but it is not their fault; no one ever told them about these things. This also makes discovering what has been there all along a very rewarding process - it requires thought and effort to discover these opportunities and places. &amp;nbsp;Instead of saying &quot;Wow that was there all along, I&#39;m an idiot for not realizing this,&quot; my reaction has been that of amazement and excitement of finding something new that many cannot find or see. &lt;br /&gt;
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As another example, I run at a local park a lot. &amp;nbsp;I would usually show up, get my run in, and go home. &amp;nbsp;One day, however, I decided to take a small side trail, and it lead me to an awesome lookout on top of a cliff. &amp;nbsp;For years I ran by the trail, disregarding it completely, but the one time I decided to take &quot;the road less traveled,&quot; to be cliche, I discovered something amazing that I had been within only feet of seeing for years.&lt;br /&gt;
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Discovery does not require venturing far; an enlightening and new experience could literally be only a few feet from where you stand.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;script src=&quot;http://www.assoc-amazon.com/s/link-enhancer?tag=shabangity-20&amp;amp;o=1&quot; type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/64339862442078619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/07/on-discovering-what-has-been-there-all.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/64339862442078619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/64339862442078619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/07/on-discovering-what-has-been-there-all.html' title='On Discovering What Has Been There All Along'/><author><name>Matt M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830663466727965252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtZO3qW_VQs/TAKXjdQ_mDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1JOJtM8z1KI/S220/Photo+64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-5366241988161522299</id><published>2010-07-24T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T10:07:09.169-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Civilization"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Development"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Isolation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="New thoughts"/><title type='text'>More Thoughts on the Spread of Civilization</title><content type='html'>Over the past couple of days I&#39;ve put more thought into the last post I made. &amp;nbsp;A new thought I have had is that we never truly get the chance to be detached from anything. &amp;nbsp;What I mean by this is that we are practically always connected to somewhere/someone else through our use of the internet and cell phones. &amp;nbsp;Cell phone coverage exists almost everywhere these days, and losing reception is something that people need to worry about less and less. &amp;nbsp;I could be deep in the woods and still have great reception. &amp;nbsp;In a sense, fewer and fewer areas are free from not only humanity&#39;s physical presence (roads, houses, other projects), but humanity&#39;s unseen technology is practically always present. &lt;br /&gt;
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Nevertheless, I went for a run in a more isolated park the other day, and in spite of what I said in my last post about even the park being unisolated and tamed, I did feel separated from the outside. &amp;nbsp;As I ran along a &amp;nbsp;trail that usually takes about an hour to complete, I only saw four people, all of whom were on the main part of the trail. &amp;nbsp;I was in fact able to get a feeling of escaping the developed outside world, if only for a brief moment.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/5366241988161522299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/07/more-thoughts-on-spread-of-civilization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/5366241988161522299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/5366241988161522299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/07/more-thoughts-on-spread-of-civilization.html' title='More Thoughts on the Spread of Civilization'/><author><name>Matt M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830663466727965252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtZO3qW_VQs/TAKXjdQ_mDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1JOJtM8z1KI/S220/Photo+64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-6019158139699685846</id><published>2010-07-18T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:54:31.956-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Civilization"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Development"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wilderness"/><title type='text'>On the Spread of Civilization</title><content type='html'>So, what do I mean by this?&lt;br /&gt;
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While taking off from the airport a few weeks ago, I looked out my window and noticed how civilized the world is (the world being the New York metropolitan area). &amp;nbsp;For as far as I could see, highways, commercial centers, cul-de-sacs and developments dominated the landscape. &amp;nbsp;This sight saddened me a bit, as I never really thought of the world being so tamed. &amp;nbsp;When I go running in some of the larger parks that are near me, I think of being in a massive, unclaimed part of the world. &amp;nbsp;Nevertheless, as the plane gained altitude, I noticed that even the bigger parks were surrounded by far more developed areas than &quot;natural&quot; areas. &amp;nbsp;I also realized that the parks themselves are a bit tamed too. &amp;nbsp;They close at dusk, and the trails are worn and heavily-used.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I flew over the Midwest, I felt excited to look out the window and see unclaimed and unyielding wilderness. &amp;nbsp;Once again, I was saddened a bit; the sight was taunting, really. &amp;nbsp;Massive farms spread out for hundreds of miles. &amp;nbsp;Sure, there were plenty of &quot;green&quot; spaces, but it was cultivated and tamed. &amp;nbsp;I am not attacking farms, we need food obviously and I give those people a lot of credit, but there was absolutely no untamed land. &amp;nbsp;Everything was owned; everything was developed.&lt;br /&gt;
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This flight was to Alaska, and I will admit that seeing this state was a great relief. &amp;nbsp;There is increasing development in the state, unfortunately, but a huge portion of it is still untamed. &amp;nbsp;A person can live in a cabin with no other human being nearby for hundreds of miles around. &amp;nbsp;There are mountains and valleys everywhere with no highways, cul-de-sacs, or developments. &amp;nbsp;One of the larger parks up there, Denali National Park (which is larger than the state of Massachusetts), has one road that goes through it. &amp;nbsp;There are barely any trails, and people (with a permit of course), can get off of this road and walk into the wilderness at any place they choose. &amp;nbsp;This is wilderness with (almost) no limits, and I sincerely hope it will forever remain that way.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/6019158139699685846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/07/on-spread-of-civilization.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/6019158139699685846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/6019158139699685846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/07/on-spread-of-civilization.html' title='On the Spread of Civilization'/><author><name>Matt M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830663466727965252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtZO3qW_VQs/TAKXjdQ_mDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1JOJtM8z1KI/S220/Photo+64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-8722485594495109086</id><published>2010-07-16T09:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:21:33.618-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Accomplish"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Efficiency"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="initiate"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laziness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivation"/><title type='text'>On Being Efficient</title><content type='html'>This past week I have tried to make use of every second I have had to accomplish everything I need to do, and what I find myself having is more free time.  More free time to relax and enjoy life, your friends, your family, and most importantly, yourself. A lot of wasted time goes into video games or just lying around saying  you are &#39;going to hangout with a friend later&#39;...so you do nothing all day until you hangout with them.  Well, that&#39;s just an instance, but say you always say &#39;well, I can&#39;t do this or that because I am doing this today.&#39;  You won&#39;t accomplish anything you need to do and it is just going to end up taking forever for you to do so.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, by being efficient I mean, when you wake up in the morning, instead of taking that down time to allow yourself to wake up, eat a healthy breakfast first, then go out and start accomplishing your goals, chores, and/or errands for the day.  By taking the initiative and doing this, you will find that you feel less bored on a summer day where seemingly there is nothing to do.  In addition, you feel a sense of relief afterwards and you can then do anything you want for the rest of the day and night.  Just remember try and balance you with the world. That&#39;s the most important thing of them all.  Being efficient is just another step in creating a more enjoyable lifestyle.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/8722485594495109086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/07/on-being-efficient.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/8722485594495109086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/8722485594495109086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/07/on-being-efficient.html' title='On Being Efficient'/><author><name>CJ B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07440032136161048455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-703764236142439375</id><published>2010-07-11T20:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:23:12.108-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Human Nature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="initiate"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laziness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="responsibility"/><title type='text'>On Taking the Initiative</title><content type='html'>Taking the initiative is a concept nowadays that seems quite challenging for some, well for a lot.  This particular topic popped into my mind after listening to my cousin complain about having to work at a summer camp where he isn&#39;t going to get paid. It actually isn&#39;t the paid part that bothers him, it&#39;s the &quot;work&quot; part that irks him.  Regardless, he will gain invaluable experience aiding younger kids in tennis, which will help him in the future, as he intends to be a gym teacher for a career.  Taking the initiative comes into play because no matter what comes along; he always waits for someone else to do the work for him and he has made it all the way through high school this way.  Living off the capability of having everyone do his work is something that he can get away with at a young age, but once he is ready to go into the mainstream world...he will get crushed. &lt;br /&gt;
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One who tends to take the lazy way out of things and have other people handle various activities or duties for them is doing no good living here on this planet.  Basically I bring this topic up because one can only take so much of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;someone&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; constant, continual inability to work.  How can someone expect to get somewhere in this world without ever doing any work along the way? How some people live this way is beyond me.  Just take the initiative...go beyond your shyness, your fears, your doubts, your frustrations, your flaws, and take a chance.  Take a chance to put yourself out there and try new things and be confident in your own personal abilities because at the end of the day, every person possesses certain qualities that make them worthy to the world.  People similar to my cousin who are content with being stuck in the mud at the same place are just wasting their abilities and affect the lives of people who actually go out and take command of their role.  So as I finish, I want to just say take the initiative in anything you want to do in life, whether if it is simply wanting to have a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch, going after that crush you&#39;ve had, or going after something you feel you have no business going for, be confident...take the initiative and go for it.  Good things will only come if you decide to act upon your wants and desires. Don&#39;t let your laziness or lack of ambition get in the way.  Act now and be the person who always strives to finish their work first.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/703764236142439375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/07/on-taking-initiative.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/703764236142439375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/703764236142439375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/07/on-taking-initiative.html' title='On Taking the Initiative'/><author><name>CJ B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07440032136161048455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-7560283095511076695</id><published>2010-07-06T20:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:47:19.737-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gestures"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happiness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Human Nature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Misery"/><title type='text'>On Commuting</title><content type='html'>Last week I had the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;privelage&lt;/span&gt; of joining morning commuters on their way to work in New York City or surrounding areas.  Regardless of their final destination, each individual was on their way to work.  I took the 5:41am train to the airport as I was going out to visit Chicago for vacation.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the train, I saw some of the craziest, weirdest looking people I have ever seen in my life and trust me, between all the kids in my high school and just traveling around...that&#39;s an accomplishment for me to say that these people are just out there.  The line of people waiting for the commuter train all fit the stereotype of the &#39;sit at the desk job all day long&#39;.  Every man had protruding bellies hanging over their belts...about a good 1/2 a foot too. It was not only depressing but it also was disgusting.  This just proves as some fodder for me to remind myself that I don&#39;t want to have to commute on the train to work everyday or have a desk job my entire life.   If I turn out like these cold, unhappy faces, then I truly will be one of the unhappiest men and won&#39;&#39;t be able to look myself in the mirror when I&#39;m older and know that my life was wasted away.&lt;br /&gt;The thing that fascinates me about this particular subject is that people commute because he/she wants to make the big bucks, as do I and well, most people. But, at the same time, it&#39;s amazing how miserable these people are.  I understand that on the 5:41am train, it is very early in the morning, but these individuals are used to waking up this early and I should be the grumpy one.  I tried to evoke a smile out of others by simply just standing in line smiling at others as they passed me, or even in the train, as swarms of people crowded onto the train, I gave them a little grin but...nothing.  I couldn&#39;t even sit on the train and try to enjoy my the sunrise as I peaked out the window because these people just drained all that positive energy away.  I know this just seems like a bunch of banter, but really the whole point of this little experience was to remind me and you that if you want to end up miserable like these collective soulless individuals, then be my guest go for the big $$$ and commute.  I refuse to be unhappy and turn into an out of shape, insane zombie.  Not only for myself, but for you...follow your heart and want happiness.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/7560283095511076695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/07/on-commuting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/7560283095511076695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/7560283095511076695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/07/on-commuting.html' title='On Commuting'/><author><name>CJ B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07440032136161048455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-4100918541487855600</id><published>2010-07-03T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T10:58:24.087-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Disaster"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fireworks"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Human Nature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reactions"/><title type='text'>On Reactions to Immediate Danger</title><content type='html'>Now that July 4th and all its firework displays are upon us, I remember a near-disaster that occurred at a fireworks show I was at last year. &amp;nbsp;I was away from home, and I went to go see fireworks at a nearby college. &amp;nbsp;The area where the fireworks were being launched was roped off, but the area was a little small. &amp;nbsp;When evening came, the fireworks were lit, and everyone was enjoying the display. &amp;nbsp;Out of nowhere, however, a lit firework spun around in the air and landed on the ground about 15 feet away from me. &amp;nbsp;It had yet to explode, and everyone was apprehensive. &amp;nbsp;I say apprehensive and not scared because no one seemed to be moving - they were all frozen. &amp;nbsp;I personally ducked down because there was not much for me to do at that point, but everyone else just stood there staring. Luckily the firework just fizzed out and never went off, and a serious situation was avoided.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nevertheless, why were people simply staring and not trying to find some sort of cover? &amp;nbsp;They all recognized the immediate danger, but none of them made any effort to place themselves out of the danger. &amp;nbsp;I read an article a few years ago about this very topic. &amp;nbsp;I have never been in a disaster situation, thank God, but according to the article, people normally do not run around screaming in the face of imminent danger. &amp;nbsp;Instead, they freeze and do not know what to do. The article cited an example of a ferry boat that sank in the Black Sea a number of years ago. &amp;nbsp;When the boat started sinking, people did not try to escape or get to higher ground. &amp;nbsp;One survivor explained how everyone around him seemed to be paralyzed with fear. &amp;nbsp;He calmly made his way to a lifeboat and escaped. &amp;nbsp;The people who simply froze unfortunately perished along with over 1000 other passengers. &amp;nbsp;According to this man, many more would have survived had they simply moved and fought through the panic.&lt;br /&gt;
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I bring this up because I find this to be a paradoxical aspect of human nature. &amp;nbsp;Normally we think of the &quot;fight or flight&quot; adrenaline response, but this is neither. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s simply staying put and doing nothing, and I think people need to recognize this flaw if, for whatever reason (and I&#39;m not trying to scare people), they ever find themselves in a disaster scenario.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/4100918541487855600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/07/on-reactions-to-immediate-danger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/4100918541487855600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/4100918541487855600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/07/on-reactions-to-immediate-danger.html' title='On Reactions to Immediate Danger'/><author><name>Matt M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830663466727965252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtZO3qW_VQs/TAKXjdQ_mDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1JOJtM8z1KI/S220/Photo+64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-4492245960895050726</id><published>2010-07-01T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:59:57.955-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Actors"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Business"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="China"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Superpowers"/><title type='text'>On Bad Business Ethics</title><content type='html'>So today on CNN&#39;s website I stumbled upon this &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cnn.com/2010/BUSINESS/06/29/china.rent.white.people/index.html&quot;&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about how Chinese companies are &quot;renting out&quot; white people, or just foreign-looking people in general, who make the company look like more of a global powerhouse. &amp;nbsp;These rented people can &quot;work&quot; for the company for several hours, if not days or months. &amp;nbsp;Typically, they give speeches or attend conferences, pretending to be foreign partners. &amp;nbsp;The main objective is appearances, however, and the person not so much as say anything as show up and be looked up to. &amp;nbsp;As the article states, &quot;the requirements for these jobs are simple. 1) Be White 2) Do not speak any Chinese, or really speak at all, unless asked 3) Pretend like you just got off of an airplane yesterday.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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This of course is downright lying, and clients and potential customers are deceived. &amp;nbsp;There have been lawsuits, and the actors have gotten in trouble as well. &amp;nbsp;This also brings up an odd situation to consider. &amp;nbsp;China has been working diligently for a long time now to become the world&#39;s next superpower. &amp;nbsp;Nevertheless, it still relies heavily on the &quot;approval&quot; of the United States, or just people who look like they could be from the United States. &amp;nbsp;Its own people seem to have trouble trusting each other, so the competition needs to come in and give its approval. &amp;nbsp;Now, is this a strategy that is worth the sacrifice, or will it keep the country from reaching its full potential? &amp;nbsp;China also depends heavily on American markets - how long can this cycle last? &amp;nbsp;So, what does the country do if it is so reliant on the superpower that it wants to pass? &amp;nbsp;To me, it is amazing how something as small as appearances can make or break an effort.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/4492245960895050726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/07/on-bad-business-ethics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/4492245960895050726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/4492245960895050726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/07/on-bad-business-ethics.html' title='On Bad Business Ethics'/><author><name>Matt M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830663466727965252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtZO3qW_VQs/TAKXjdQ_mDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1JOJtM8z1KI/S220/Photo+64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-6000948225641052372</id><published>2010-06-29T17:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T17:22:00.353-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Above Others"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Naive"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parking Lots"/><title type='text'>On Disregarding Others</title><content type='html'>Now this is obviously a very broad topic, and I should have probably thought of a better name for this since I&#39;m going to be fairly specific here. &amp;nbsp;When I mean disregarding others, I am talking about being incredibly naive to one&#39;s surroundings. &amp;nbsp;Today I saw an instance of this at a parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;
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The instance involved the actual parking of cars. &amp;nbsp;In this parking lot, cars line up next to each other as the lot fills since it is a gravel lot and does not have any parking lines. &amp;nbsp;By having the cars park in an orderly fashion, space is saved and more cars are able to fit into the lot. &amp;nbsp;Nevertheless, while cars were parking down a row, someone felt the need to floor by everyone and park in an open space near one of the corners of the lot. &amp;nbsp;The way she parked took up what would be be two spots. &amp;nbsp;It was incredibly obnoxious, and had you been able to see it as well, you would instantly agree. She disregarded the valets who were trying to make the cars orderly, and she instead had to do her own thing and obnoxiously park.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I ask, what mindset allowed this person to disregard others and decide that she didn&#39;t need to follow standards/listen to the parking lot directors? &amp;nbsp;Personally, I would have a guilty conscience for being so brazen. &amp;nbsp;Who knows, who knows.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/6000948225641052372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/06/on-disregarding-others.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/6000948225641052372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/6000948225641052372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/06/on-disregarding-others.html' title='On Disregarding Others'/><author><name>Matt M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830663466727965252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtZO3qW_VQs/TAKXjdQ_mDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1JOJtM8z1KI/S220/Photo+64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-918304721659354875</id><published>2010-06-28T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T15:49:40.787-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Statistics"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Worldometers"/><title type='text'>An Amazing Website</title><content type='html'>I recently stumbled upon this &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.worldometers.info/&quot;&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; that gives world statistics, from number of births in a given day to days left until we run out of oil. &amp;nbsp;Of course, it&#39;s based on equations that follow current trends and is not &lt;i&gt;exact&lt;/i&gt;, but it&#39;s accurate and a bit eye opening.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/918304721659354875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/06/amazing-website.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/918304721659354875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/918304721659354875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/06/amazing-website.html' title='An Amazing Website'/><author><name>Matt M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830663466727965252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtZO3qW_VQs/TAKXjdQ_mDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1JOJtM8z1KI/S220/Photo+64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-744587196027526966</id><published>2010-06-28T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T15:44:31.734-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Oil Spill"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poll Results"/><title type='text'>Poll Results #3</title><content type='html'>So from our most recent poll asking, When Do You Think BP Will Stop the Oil Spill?&lt;br /&gt;
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Within 2 Weeks - 0%&lt;br /&gt;
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Within 1 Month - 11%&lt;br /&gt;
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Within 6 Months - 33%&lt;br /&gt;
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Within 1 Year - 22%&lt;br /&gt;
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Over 1 Year - 33%&lt;br /&gt;
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We need more people to vote! &amp;nbsp;Be sure to keep checking for our weekly polls!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/744587196027526966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/06/poll-results-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/744587196027526966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/744587196027526966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/06/poll-results-3.html' title='Poll Results #3'/><author><name>Matt M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830663466727965252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtZO3qW_VQs/TAKXjdQ_mDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1JOJtM8z1KI/S220/Photo+64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-1569960663185424789</id><published>2010-06-23T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T17:42:01.292-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Annoying"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cleaning"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Leaves"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Perfectly Timed"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pool"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Water"/><title type='text'>On Things Happening At Perfectly Timed Moments</title><content type='html'>I am writing this because two things have happened to me during the past two days that were both perfectly timed and annoying. &amp;nbsp;It is incredibly coincidental how they happened, but both were irritating.&lt;br /&gt;
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First, while at work last night, I had to keep walking under this pipe. &amp;nbsp;The pipe was for cold water, so there was condensation that would build up and drip down every once in a while. &amp;nbsp;The drips were rare, but I got hit on the arm and head three or four times throughout the course of the night. &amp;nbsp;The chances of me getting hit once were rare, but I kept getting hit and it was statistically wrong and annoying. &amp;nbsp;After the first two times, I looked up and saw a drop. &amp;nbsp;I watched it while working, looking up occasionally to see that the drop was still there. &amp;nbsp;Eventually I had to walk under it, and when I did, it hit me in the face. &amp;nbsp;It was as though the drop was waiting for me. &lt;br /&gt;
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The second instance of perfectly timed annoyance occurred while I was cleaning my pool this afternoon. &amp;nbsp;I vacuumed all the stuff off the bottom and skimmed all the remaining leaves off of the top of the pool. &amp;nbsp;This took a while, and it was nice to finally finish. &amp;nbsp;As soon as I turn around to leave the pool, and I mean &lt;i&gt;as soon as I turned around&lt;/i&gt;, a big gust came and blew a bunch of dead leaves into the pool. &amp;nbsp;I had to go back and clean it up. &amp;nbsp;It was thoroughly irritating.&lt;br /&gt;
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So my question is, how do these things happen at such perfect times? &amp;nbsp;The wind could have blown when I was cleaning or way afterward, but it didn&#39;t. &amp;nbsp;The drop could have fell at any other time, but it didn&#39;t. &amp;nbsp;Who knows, who knows.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/1569960663185424789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/06/on-things-happening-at-perfectly-timed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/1569960663185424789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/1569960663185424789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/06/on-things-happening-at-perfectly-timed.html' title='On Things Happening At Perfectly Timed Moments'/><author><name>Matt M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830663466727965252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtZO3qW_VQs/TAKXjdQ_mDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1JOJtM8z1KI/S220/Photo+64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-1480820753225146786</id><published>2010-06-20T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T18:20:27.696-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happiness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hypocrisy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Praise"/><title type='text'>On the Nature of Praise</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve been thinking a lot lately about praise. &amp;nbsp;As humans, most of us like to be praised. &amp;nbsp;It makes us feel good and, at times, a bit superior since we know we did something well. &amp;nbsp;Praise is definitely a positive and constructive device, but I had a peculiar thought on the exact nature of praise.&lt;br /&gt;
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We recieve praise for all sorts of things. &amp;nbsp;Whether it is good grades, great accomplishments, or simply behaving right. &amp;nbsp;It is this last point, behaving right, that has provoked thoughts. &amp;nbsp;We get praised for doing the right thing, but what exactly gives the person who praises us the authority to do so? &amp;nbsp;For example (and lack of a better example at that), say this girl tells her friend that she is really proud of her friend for not drinking and being a good role model. &amp;nbsp;However, the person who gives the praise has been drunk on a number of occasions. &amp;nbsp;The friend who doesn&#39;t drink feels good about being praised, but what gives the friend who does drink from time to time the right to say she&#39;s proud? &amp;nbsp;It seems hypocritical to me. &amp;nbsp;This example is not great, but in better ones the contradiction is more obvious. &amp;nbsp;In an exaggerated sense, it seems like a bank robber is praising a law-abiding citizen for not robbing banks. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps this makes more sense in my mind, but the purpose of this blog is to communicate my thoughts to others.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, to make things more complicated, when does that person who does do the wrong thing find themselves in the right position to praise the person who does nothing wrong? Say the girl who drinks stopped for over a year. &amp;nbsp;Does she now have the authority to praise her friend since she has stopped for so long, or are her &quot;praising abilities&quot; marred from her previous actions? &amp;nbsp;Does an elderly senator who lied and scandalized early in his career have the right to praise the honorable qualities in a new, young politician? &amp;nbsp;Does a person who was openly racist when they were younger have the right to praise the passing of a bill supporting equal rights? &amp;nbsp;Support is always good, mind you. &amp;nbsp;Having the support of people who in the past did wrongdoings makes the position stronger. &amp;nbsp;However, where is the line between support and hypocritical praise? &amp;nbsp;Perhaps if the racist spent time in jail or got in trouble in some other way, his debt to society was paid and he has all the right to praise without hypocrisy. &amp;nbsp;Yet, what if he never got in trouble? &amp;nbsp;Is there hypocrisy in his praise? &amp;nbsp;To me, the matter gets complicated. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps people take the solid position of &quot;well, people can change for the better,&quot; but I am sure there are those out there who would want the once-corrupted senator to stay away from the new politician.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, this does not mean to be pretentious about matters, either. &amp;nbsp;For example, if someone who typically receives B&#39;s in school congratulates a typically-A student for getting a high grde, there is nothing wrong and no hypocrisy. &amp;nbsp;To me, this is support that is productive, as the A student will hopefully praise the B student as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps I have this all wrong, and people, no matter what they have done or do, are free to praise whomever they want with no second thoughts. &amp;nbsp;Comments?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/1480820753225146786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/06/on-nature-of-praise.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/1480820753225146786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/1480820753225146786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/06/on-nature-of-praise.html' title='On the Nature of Praise'/><author><name>Matt M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830663466727965252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtZO3qW_VQs/TAKXjdQ_mDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1JOJtM8z1KI/S220/Photo+64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-638228224595324498</id><published>2010-06-19T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T12:14:48.633-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Obnoxious"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sprinklers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Water"/><title type='text'>On Sprinklers</title><content type='html'>Now that summer is here, there is plenty of lawn-watering action going on. &amp;nbsp;I like well-maintained lawns, and I find landscaping interesting. &amp;nbsp;However, I do not understand why some sprinklers are incredibly inefficient. &lt;br /&gt;
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The other day, I was walking to work when a sprinkler system suddenly came on. &amp;nbsp;Instead of watering the grass, it suddenly sprayed me in the face as I walked on the sidewalk. &amp;nbsp;It seemed that this sprinkler was meant to go over the sidewalk and water the small patch of grass between the sidewalk and the road. &amp;nbsp;I found this incredibly wasteful and inefficient since most of the water was either spraying the road, the sidewalk, or me. &amp;nbsp;To add, the sidewalk had become dirty and had a red tint from all the watering (the red is iron form the soil rusting in case you wondered). &amp;nbsp;In short, they should have designed a better system.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/638228224595324498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/06/on-sprinklers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/638228224595324498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/638228224595324498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/06/on-sprinklers.html' title='On Sprinklers'/><author><name>Matt M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830663466727965252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtZO3qW_VQs/TAKXjdQ_mDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1JOJtM8z1KI/S220/Photo+64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-6774732699538619581</id><published>2010-06-18T10:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T10:54:44.942-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Art"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Posters"/><title type='text'>On Posters</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ll admit that this topic is a bit random, but I really do like posters.&amp;nbsp; They are a (usually) cheap decoration and they are incredibly varied.&amp;nbsp; Recently, I bought a poster of Albert Einstein riding a bicycle, as shown on the link on this page.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s the little things like this that really make a room (or a house, on the larger scale) more personal.&amp;nbsp; Add a $10 frame and you have got something (I ersonally use sticky-tac).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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This poster goes with a varied collection I have, and it really adds to the asthetics of a room.&amp;nbsp; I have included links to some of my favorites (Amazon has a great selection of posters, by the way).&lt;br /&gt;
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We anticipate practcially everything, from responses to questions to job offers to promotions to college acceptances, and the nervous feelings can really take their toll over time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past year has had its fair share of anticipation for me. As a result, I have developed a mindset to help cope with anticipation.  It involves several steps, but it is fairly simple and has helped me tremendously lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first step is to expect the worst.  Now this sounds paradoxical, hypocritical, and probably some other words with -al endings.  Of course, this isn&#39;t meant to be taken completely literally.  It doesn&#39;t mean go out and build a bomb shelter stacked with decades worth of canned food in the event of a nuclear war.  No.  It means that you need to recognize what the worst possible outcomes are.  For example, in regards to college, if you recognize the fact that you can in fact be rejected, it will not be as painful as it would be if you were gung-ho about getting in (This ties back to not living in a false reality and recognizing all possibilities - don&#39;t convince yourslef that you will get whatever you want).  You should not, however, dwell on the worst.  Of course it&#39;s best to be positive and hopeful, and that should be in your head 95% of the time.  Every once in a while, however, you just need to remind yourself that the situation is not in your control and anything could happen.  Look for the best, but know other things can happen.  It lessons shock and pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second step is to find distraction - a healthy distraction that is.  Instead of sitting around thinking about what could happen, go out and be active.  Physical activity is a great stress relief, but there are many outlets, whether they are athletic, artistic, or musical.  If you focus on these activities, the anticipated &quot;thing,&quot; whatever it may be, will not be so prominent.  For the college example, focusing on other activities and not the letter in the mail will make the time go by faster and be more enjoyable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, when the anticipated event does occur, you are allowed to be sad/frustrated/upset if things go wrong, but you also must recognize that everything has its purpose.  You can be angry or sad for as long as it takes to heal, but if you keep having the negative thoughts stuck in your head they are affecting no one and hurting no one except for &lt;i&gt;you.&lt;/i&gt;  In a lighter example, say you asked a girl out.  If she rejects, you have a right to be sad.  Nevertheless, if you keep thinking negative thoughts about her, it has zero effect on her.  She can&#39;t hear your rants in your head; only you can hear them.  Focus on the positives, and recognize that &lt;b&gt;negative thoughts only hurt you&lt;/b&gt;.  Life goes on, and everything happens for a reason.  In another example, if you are rejected from a college, simply say, &quot;It wasn&#39;t meant to be,&quot; and move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourth and finally, you must learn from the experience.  You must look back and ask, &quot;What could I do differently next time?&quot; if the outcome was unfavorable or &quot;What brought about that success?&quot; if things went well.  You will be able to learn from the experience, regardless of the outcome.  The next time you are confronted with the situation, or a similar one, you will be prepared, increasing your chances of success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, anticipation is almost unavoidable, but following these steps can makes experiences better and less stressful.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/3686753682330092434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/06/on-anticipation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/3686753682330092434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/3686753682330092434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/06/on-anticipation.html' title='On Anticipation'/><author><name>Matt M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830663466727965252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtZO3qW_VQs/TAKXjdQ_mDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1JOJtM8z1KI/S220/Photo+64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-4727802122643624860</id><published>2010-06-15T21:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:02:33.169-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bad Posting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tired"/><title type='text'>On Being Really Tired And Somehow Making a Blog Post About It</title><content type='html'>So I&#39;m tired enough that I cannot think of a blog topic.  I woke up, powerwashed around my pool, went to work for six hours, went to the beach for a short time, then came home and powerwashed.  Woo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I said in the beginning that I would not blog about my daily life.  This is one of those rare exceptions.  I just cannot think of anything.  I promise better things soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of this post is that it is the epitome of bad posting!  So if you start a blog, don&#39;t do this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/4727802122643624860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/06/on-being-really-tired-and-somehow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/4727802122643624860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/4727802122643624860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/06/on-being-really-tired-and-somehow.html' title='On Being Really Tired And Somehow Making a Blog Post About It'/><author><name>Matt M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830663466727965252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtZO3qW_VQs/TAKXjdQ_mDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1JOJtM8z1KI/S220/Photo+64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537894951340097972.post-4023493303291927319</id><published>2010-06-14T16:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T16:40:28.706-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rushing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="safety"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="slowing down"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stability"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stress"/><title type='text'>On Rushing</title><content type='html'>Simply put, we live in a world that needs to slow down.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, I only realized the true extent of my rushing not too long ago.  I&#39;m usually relaxed about most situations, but in some cases I always feel rushed and have a need to get somewhere as quickly as possible.  For example, there may be a family party at 2, and I will be incredibly anxious to get there on time.  I will get irritated that people are not ready when they need to be, and I will be rushing myself and others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, the irony occurs when it is time to leave.  When I want to go home, I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; want to go home.  I am rushing and pushing to leave a place that I had rushed and pushed to get to in the first place.  It&#39;s not necessarily family parties; it could be a number of things.  Sometimes I rush to get somewhere, stay as long as I want, and then rush to get to the next destination.  It is not healthy to live a life like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have personally calmed down, but many others need to recognize how much enjoyment they are missing out on.  When you&#39;re not rushed, your mind is at ease, and you will be in a much better mood when you arrive at your destination, regardless of how late or early you are.  Many a time I have seen parents rush to take kids to practices or games, driving recklessly, only to rush to get back home.  It&#39;s not necessary (sometimes there are urgent matters, but most of the time it&#39;s overexaggerated and stressful).  I like to take the &quot;years from now&quot; approach.  Will it matter in years from now that you didn&#39;t get there exactly on time?  No - what matters is that you went to the family party/game/restaurant.  Life is meant for enjoyment - it is not some rat race to see how many things can be done in one day and how efficiently they can be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for your safety, sanity, and overall enjoyment of life, slow down!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shabangity.com/feeds/4023493303291927319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/06/on-rushing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/4023493303291927319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537894951340097972/posts/default/4023493303291927319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shabangity.com/2010/06/on-rushing.html' title='On Rushing'/><author><name>Matt M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830663466727965252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtZO3qW_VQs/TAKXjdQ_mDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1JOJtM8z1KI/S220/Photo+64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>