Rifle Shoulder Switching & other Aiming Transmutations

Some guys are astronauts, some other astronomers, right?

Someone who wants to be an astronaut, because of an accident or bad vision, has to give up, he’s sad, what’s the meaning of life, etc.

He must aim differently. Use what he learned to work in the boat industry. Become an engineer or a scientist, to help organize, calculate or help the guys in the rocket.

I read this phrase recently :

One does not do what they WANT to do, but what they CAN do.

Now think about how many times we have to do this in life…

It can be the simple “lower expectations”, but it’s often richer, or more complex.

We have the whys : why do we have to change our aim? Change? Interruption? Surprises? Betrayal? Death or dearth? Did you fail an exam? A breakup?

Then the hows : is it an instant modification based on instinct? Is it wanted or piloted by circumstances? Do you need help? What about the nature of the coming change? Is it about intensity, complexity, a change of nature?

Something, then, is bending.

In French, to say “to change your tune” or “to change tack”, we say : “Changer son fusil d’épaule” – something about Rifle Shoulder Switch.

What happens inside? Disillusion? Bitterness? New steam? Relief?

M. Yourcenar said something like :

There’s a relief in the deep of each powerlessness

 

You’re a conversationalist but your best friend disappeared in a love affair with a Belgian mountain climber? Blog the possible chats’ ideas!

You’re a painter but you lost both arms in a paintbrush accident? Teach your art to young people!

 

I put this again : What about the nature of the coming change? Is it about intensity, complexity, a change of nature?

Do you know examples?

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After / Other / Anti

This is a little triple-branched structure I propose you, as a set of leverages or as a dial. Weapon of choice.

Take progress, change, movement. I give you three roads :

  1. AFTER
  2. OTHER
  3. ANTI

 

Well that’s easy :

  1. You move forward on the same road.
  2. Or you change what you’re doing (or the way you move).
  3. Or you attack the ancient road.

 

Mmmhh. It’s something any artist thought about. Knowing the old masters, he can :

  1. Start from where they are and go further.
  2. Do something else (disruption?).
  3. Do the contrary.

 

It’s a funny toolset, right? My pencil case…

Where will I put it? What’s the ground here? Changes? Choices? Decisions? Movement? Avant-Garde? Invention?

Then, where to apply? Marketing? Art? Poetry? Teaching? Management? Science?

Thanks for reading!

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Movements in a line (and amounts of possibles)

Decisions Traps

This is probably dishonest to open a book and to read the summary only. Back on the shelves. Summaries are sometimes enough to seed your brain!

Just did it with a book about decisions – seen as a multi-trap territory. Interesting, right?

TRAPS, what are they?

  1. Too good to be wrong trap : a great story seems in front of you
  2. Imitation trap : it worked there, it’ll work here
  3. Intuition trap : I feel it’ll work then it will
  4. Too much trust trap : Just do it and it’ll be OK
  5. Inertia trap : when we think we control everything
  6. We know the risks trap : nope
  7. Time horizons : it’ll happens “soon”, or “in a long time”
  8. The group trap : everybody does this thus I’ll do it
  9. Conflict of interests : bad diagnostics and bias (often money)

 

Do you take decisions? Where would you use that? therefore what?

 

Have a nice day!

 

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Right Left Brain

Today, “neuroscientists assert that there is no evidence within brain imaging that indicates some people are right-brained or left-brained”.

Well, who cares, right?

What is true is what we see : some people tends to be logical and others tends to be more… colored.

Then, it’s funny to watch how we all struggle to gain on the “other” tendency side…

To be complete, we have to make progress where we’re weaker.

More : we are not still, we are constantly moving. Like Proust’s characters, we don’t even know ourselves really, thus we don’t know others, and we’re pulsing and connecting with possibilities.

“Haecceity” : it’s about Labels on your Forehead

Have a nice day

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On a brilliant day in May, in the year 1868, a gentleman was reclining at his ease on the great circular divan which at that period occupied the centre of the Salon Carre, in the Museum of the Louvre. This commodious ottoman has since been removed, to the extreme regret of all weak-kneed lovers of the fine arts, but the gentleman in question had taken serene possession of its softest spot, and, with his head thrown back and his legs outstretched, was staring at Murillo’s beautiful moon-borne Madonna in profound enjoyment of his posture. He had removed his hat, and flung down beside him a little red guide-book and an opera-glass. The day was warm; he was heated with walking, and he repeatedly passed his handkerchief over his forehead, with a somewhat wearied gesture. And yet he was evidently not a man to whom fatigue was familiar; long, lean, and muscular, he suggested the sort of vigor that is commonly known as “toughness.” But his exertions on this particular day had been of an unwonted sort, and he had performed great physical feats which left him less jaded than his tranquil stroll through the Louvre. He had looked out all the pictures to which an asterisk was affixed in those formidable pages of fine print in his Badeker; his attention had been strained and his eyes dazzled, and he had sat down with an aesthetic headache. He had looked, moreover, not only at all the pictures, but at all the copies that were going forward around them, in the hands of those innumerable young women in irreproachable toilets who devote themselves, in France, to the propagation of masterpieces, and if the truth must be told, he had often admired the copy much more than the original. His physiognomy would have sufficiently indicated that he was a shrewd and capable fellow, and in truth he had often sat up all night over a bristling bundle of accounts, and heard the cock crow without a yawn. But Raphael and Titian and Rubens were a new kind of arithmetic, and they inspired our friend, for the first time in his life, with a vague self-mistrust.

H. James. The American.

When God closes a door…

When God closes a door, He opens a window“.

Yeahhhhh but there’s no “God”, right? Therefore…

I googled it and found :

“When one door closes, another opens”.

Fine, almost like the Coué method, right? And also :

“When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long as the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us”.

So, there’s a lazy status (“God takes care of me”), then a methodical hoping process, then an advice, but what advice?…

  1. What if the opened window was a trap, a lure and a ploy?
  2. Or a Wrong Way up?
  3. What if you just have to wait?
  4. What if both stays open?
  5. What if you go outside jumping by the window and you can’t come back?
  6. A door to pass, a window… to look through…

What do you think?

Have a nice day!

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Decision : Is today the day after yesterday or the day before tomorrow?

Is today the day after yesterday or the day before tomorrow?

You can now take this little idea-stick and use it for concepts. Let’s do it with decisions.

As all we have is the “now”…

There are two types of persons, those who think in little simple boxes and let themselves trapped by words, and those who know life’s complex and moving. The first category can be divided in

  1. Therefore, most of wise-asses will stand up and pompously claim that “Haha, today is the day before tomorrow!!” – they make decisions watching the future.
  2. Some other saddened sad-pants will mourn and stop, watching the past only, the yesterday. They are mocked by 1.

 

Of course, my article would like to show that we need the past and the future to make decisions.

Considering the yesterday is drawing maps, spot mistakes to avoid, increase intelligence, preparing lines towards the tomorrow, inventing goals, foreseeing paths, inventing propositions. Tango!

…inspiration coming from appropriation of experience…

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Have a nice day!

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Attack of the giggles at a funeral : End of Solemn

C’est son chapeau!

Yeaaah we’ve all been there, right? You’re in church, at a funeral. You noticed a really ridiculous hat on some old aunt’s head, then you eye-contact with your sister who saw that you saw. You’re done : you get the giggles (is this the correct way to say it?), you can not stop laughing. Go outside and burst, you silly both!

Beware, because it could happen to you in an important meeting!

Attack of the giggles has a purpose : it’s an urgent need to end solemnity.

It’s a dial, and the giggleneedle touches a red slice of it, you’re done. Dring!

It’s a tool :

You are maybe also a ridicule feathered hat owner, you know? Who could be giggling out about what you do, and why? Where are you arrogant, intensely solemn or ridiculous? Examine your so strong recent decisions… Mmhhh?

Thanks for reading!

#tomatoes