idea logic equivalence

All ideas are equally valid and logical.

Allow me to justify.

An idea only seems complicated to some because their preconceived knowledge before hearing the idea was different or less than the person who came up with this idea.

Allow me to explain.

If I were trying to explain an idea I had about music to a person who had no knowledge or experience of the such, they would not be able to follow my reasoning to explain a very logical step, for me, from my preconceived knowledge to my epiphany. The more I tried to explain, the more terms that they did now know would have to be used, and the more they would have to learn in an instant and they more confused they would get. They would be so focused on the new ideas I have presented already, that the simple focus idea would make no sense to them. To a person with similar or superior preconceived knowledge of music to mine, would be able to understand my logic without any explaining on my part. I would just say "Oh man, I JUST realized that a C# minor chord is the same as a Db minor chord!" and it would be instantly understood and i would possibly even be ridiculed for the obvious nature of the fact.

This being said, it is just as equal a step of logic to go from C# minor chord is the same as Db minor chord as it is for a four year old to realize that sentences start with a capital letter. Perhaps it is not on the same level of knowledge, as measured by what should be known in our society early on, but the interval between the state of knowledge before the idea and the idea itself is equal with these two instances.

In fact, an idea is still just as logical, and therefore justifiably valid under the circumstances, even if the ending idea is accepted false under common knowledge. In other words, it is not the person's fault they came to this wrong thought. If you obtained the same preconceived knowledge as them, it is probable you would come to the same conclusion from the given pieces of information.

One thought leads to the next. You start as a baby and you gradually learn. A baby doesn't have ideas about quantum theory, and nor does a quantum theorist learn what a spoon is. But under the circumstances, the two new pieces of knowledge are equally difficult and logical to go from one idea to the next in finding out facts of the universe.

There are exceptions, of course, to my original statement. There are some who guess outlandish hypothesis and then try to prove these things: causing them to work backwards from the idea and thus not following a completely logical and equal jump of logic compared to someone else before making that outlandish hypothesis. But still yet, even in that instance, there must have been something logical which triggered this idea, some wide variety of preconceived knowledge which was not present in any other person to have this seemingly impossible idea. Therefore, ideas are always logical.

Even if one claims or is a assumed to be being completely random, they really are not. It is completely logical and it only takes a similar preconceived knowledge database or a high intellect to follow the flow of thought from one idea to the next.

This is how groups of people can have conversations that you cannot follow. They have had an experience in their lives that was similar, or had an experience that was had together. This means that between ideas expressed with speech, the same amount of thought is mutually and automatically inferred and interpreted, so that the next idea expressed, by the same individual or another, does not seem random at all. This is what people call being "on the same brainwaves". In a literal sense, it is actually partially true. Granted, it would be difficult to find someone who always thinks the same things as you, always, in the exact fashion; and you can't take that phrase to mean you are sharing the same wave (but creating similar ones); also I am not entirely sure if a "wave" is an accurate scientific way to describe ideas; but as I said, in a partial almost possible literal sense, it is true.

In conclusion, my hypothesis is that all ideas everyone has, at any time, in all history, false or true, with no regard to the sophistication of content, are all equally justified and logical to be thought, and all made with the same amount of logical thinking.

in a desperate effort to explain

Many of my posts are efforts to define myself by what I have experienced, what I spend my time with, and what my preferences and thoughts about everything is. I try to describe who I am somehow with a compilation of seemingly random things that hopefully will give this sense of "me" some meaning.

That statement started as an observation, and ended with some melancholy feeling, in all honestly.

There seemed an insufficient amount of documentation for myself. I seemed to often forget or disregard these things about myself which would seem obvious to anyone else, or are key aspects to how I behave and what I like. I often forget my fears, I rarely see my normal facial expressions, and I dared not analyze my doubts and emotionally disturbing feelings. All I wanted to do was feel better and have people take me for who "I" was, whoever that was. Now I want to know, remember, and apply all this to my life so that I do not feel so lost. If someone is taking me for who I am, I'd like to know why. And if I like someone, I'd like to recognize that they actually are complimentary to who I am. And to do this, I need to know who I am. It's a necessity of life.

Perhaps this obsession for self analyzation began when I realized there was no one who knew everything about me, including myself. If there is one thing I need to know in this life it is who I am. For the more I know, the better my life feels. The less obscure and surreal my decisions seem to be, and the more I am comfortable speaking my mind, for I know what my mind actually thinks.

There is nothing I would love more than a few short words to sum up myself. I'm not sure if there is an end to the things that could be said about me.

This is not to say that I am generic or that everything could be said about me, or that everything said would not be completely contradictory or nonsensical. A lot of things could be said. This is all. Often I try to think about myself with a grouping of things that hopefully, barely anyone else has also:

I prefer washing my hands in cold water, spending most of my time in socks, and have acute Arachnophobia. Canned pears are about the greatest thing in the world. I have to fight to not spend the majority of my time doing very mindless and tedious things like sharpening pencils and peeling labels off my possessions. I'm Jewish. Usually I wear either loose braids hanging in front or a side ponytail hanging low in front. My sense of humor is almost normal, finding the most subtly offbeat, coincidental, or awkward things the most hilarious. I get anxiety before asking for direction towards an item in stores from employees, and I rehearse concise and respectful language before speaking. When I was younger, I must have had a slight case of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, for I insisted on keeping the movements on either side of my body even. I had a fascination with sex long before I was supposed to know about it, and long before I actually did. I started wearing glasses in 4th grade. I never had braces. I was never stung by a bee. I hate American cheese. My boyfriend bought me a locket this past Valentine's Day. Autumn is my favorite season. Ethnically, I'm mostly Dutch. I like foreign films. I like interpreting art. There are some mechanical things that involve wheels which I find ingenious beyond measure. My favorite color is purple.

How many people do you know that all that is true about? Hopefully none =/

music appreciation

I like quite a few genres of music. My musical taste and education began with a fundamental Classic Rock submersion. Excluding any music heard in the Jewish Renewal Synagogue, my dad's large collection of CDs and the radio in the car crafted my early perception of what music was. Modern Rock/Pop genre in the 90s remained part of my diet well into the 2000s as well as the classic rock which I still listen to today.

As I began gradeschool, I was introduced to more bubbly, girly pop. The boy bands and Britney Spears influenced singers of the age I took a liking to, and I remained in this phase for quite awhile.

In 4th grade I took up viola in the school orchestra; although I am sure this did not give me much real classical music learning and appreciation until much later, after years of playing the instrument, when I had the skill to play famous and interesting pieces (as opposed to "Fiddles on Fire").

Late 6th grade and early 7th grade, I gave into peer pressure and attempted to get into R&B popular at the time. This, thankfully, was a very short phase.

I quickly turned to emo and whiny Alternative Rock, seeming as the only flow of new music despite the mainstream genre I had just rejected. It was a nice change of pace, but it was lacking something; something meaningful and substantial.

I got into Jazz. How? I have no idea. My father had always praised Blues for it's predictable and lovable chord progression, and Jazz is the next step up. I was tired of seeking depth of music solely in lyrics. Pop annoyed me with its relentless 4/4 time and major keys. The utter simplicity of melody and predictability of arrangement bored me to death.

Along the way, through all of the music discovery, I have also enjoyed listening to genres such as Reggae, Electronic, Latin, Folk, Disco, Funk, and Techno, in addition to the main diet. For the novelty but still enjoyment, I have listened to things such as Jpop, Celtic, Trance, Medieval, New Age, Surf, and Polka.

I appreciate music because it is something other than language that expresses meaning and feeling. And there are a few aspects of Rock and Pop that all of my favorites seem to have in common. Some things that when hear I want to jump up and down and say "Yes! Yes! Good song!"

• many parts and melodies, so that I am able to focus in and out on specific parts

• a verse melody that can be used simultaneously with the chorus melody and sound intricate and complimentary
  

• an opening riff that "tricks" you about what key the song is in with an accidental. In other words, making the song sound as if it were going to be minor and really ending up major, or vice versa.
  

• changes of chord between melodic phrases, so that we can hear the shift in feeling rather than being consumed by the melody and lyrics wholly
  

• a verse and chorus and bridge that blend into each other so well that you can barely decipher if or when one ends and one begins. Flow and ease of music is important, and making it seem as though it was not manufactured or constructed in a formulaic manner, but thought of and written.
  

• changes of sets of chords with unchanging melody. This gives a different feel to the same idea of the song, and it is impressive to make notes fit into chords in different ways.

• melody which is uncomplicated but covers a wide range of notes in an interesting way
  

• melody that does not adhere to the rhythm of the chords. Phrasing being overlapped through the bars, or being spared with interesting (but not unsettling) choice of beats.

• change in dynamics

some things to ponder over

A usually snotty teen who talks back to la maestra and talks constantly and loudly (en inglés mind you) was being slightly more sincere than usual, but yet still got chewed out for sarcasm by la señora. I overheard her speaking to the girl behind me regarding the teacher's misconception of the connotation of her response.

She said, as if she had hit a stoke of genius, "It's weird...how like different words, when you say them, it makes them think you're sayin' it like mad or something. You know what I'm sayin'?" In her jumbled, stuttering, fragmented, discombobulated speech, she had the beginnings of a coherent thought-- a valid, thought-provoking idea. To reiterate it; word choice causes certain inflections in speech to be assumed of, regardless of what the tones actually were. The assumed inflections depend on culture, the feelings and predetermined expected attitudes of the listener towards the speaker, and the precision of the words used (whether they could have varied meanings). And because inflection has such an impact on the meaning of phrases, an entirely innocent statement can be taken as being said in a negative manner.

Language is such a delicate tool. Sticking to formulas and learned phrases are the key to learning and developing and surviving, but yet it can lead you to trouble. If you can only express an idea in one set of words, what should you do if that set of words fails to be comprehended in the correct manner or at all? What should you do if you want to describe a unique idea to another?

Language is the most useful thing on the face of this earth. It is how we communicate our ideas. What are our ideas? Some electrical waves running through some goop and flesh beneath our skulls? I don't know all the mechanics of the brain, but this seems an accurate approximation. Language makes sense of this thought, this idea, and specifies it to one core concept for everything that is said. This makes it understandable to another entirely different being whom has most likely had different experiences and learning process and rate than you, and whom has most definitely had thoughts vastly different from yours within their lifetime. And yet, we can make them think something, something that they would have not thought had we not said that, by exerting some sound waves or squiggling some characters.

And yet, as proved in this situation, it is not always as effective as we would want it to be. It is often more reliable on what is expected to be heard, what is formulaic to be said, what is able to be understood in normal setting, and exactly, specifically how it is said. Perhaps normal, conversational language gets in the way of our ability to learn "telekinetic" communication, or communicate by way of naturally obtained body language, facial expression, hand gestures, and grunts.

The fact that this girl had this idea, but could not express it very well, shows that at least to some extent, intellect and comprehension is not dependent on expression and literacy. I am quite convinced that everyone has ideas such as language and it's faults, this girl certainly did. Perhaps our raw thought is the same, which she implanted in my brain though her language, but she can simply not specify on what it is because of lack of vocabulary or understanding of her own ideas.

ESTJ

I took it again. But this time, I got a different result. I suppose I have changed.

sound documentation

Soon after waking, I had the bright idea to document my audible experiences for a day. After I realized that today was as good a day as any, I started jotting down everything that I heard. It took concentration. I had to open my ears, making sure not to discount any sound I usually ignored, tuned out, or simply did not notice. In my experiences, the quietest sounds are the most fascinating. I encourage you to try the same for a day, and perhaps attempt the same for smell, mental feelings, touch, dialogue, inner monologue, or anything else that strikes your fancy. Focus on your senses and your world will become a little most interesting. So for those who care at all, here is what my ears managed to notice and my brain managed to remember and describe for the day in almost chronological order (without repeats):

• man talking (tv)
  
• orchestral music (tv)
• commercials
• blanket rustle
• futon creak
• ceiling creaks (upstairs neighbors)
• something heavy drop upstairs
• click of mouse
• tap of fingernails against various objects
• wrist crack
• toilet flush
• running water
• coffee grinder
• cupboard shut
• plastic bag rustle
• dad cough
• dad speaks with incredulity, then enjoyment, then annoyance
• I mumble
• dishes clatter
• footsteps on tile
• footsteps on carpet
• swish of various things against other things
• refrigerator open/close
• sighs
• breathing
• knock on door
• gurgle of coffee maker
• door open/close
• bending spiral notebook
• pen scratch on paper
• scratch skin
• squeak of chair wheels
• dad mumbles
• brother speaks
• computer whir
• gulp
• pen drop on paper
• door squeak
• rattle doorknob
• light switch flip
• clang of toilet seat going down
• phssst of paper tearing
• rattle of toilet paper
• rattle of the toilet "pressy thing"*
  
• plastic cup hit with toothbrush
• mouse picked up and placed down
  
• tooth brushing
• water swishing in mouth
• brother coughs
• brother burbs quietly
• brother scratching head
• woman speaking (tv)
• paper rustle
• I/brother laugh simultaneously
  
• dad laughs
• typing
• brief low buzzing from outside (plane?)
• chair squeak
• sniff
• squeaky mouth sound
• I clear my throat
• I yawn
• swoosh/scratch of combing hair
• underwear snap
• zipper
• belt clink
• keys jingle
• suction of pen cap
  
• suction of deodorant lid
  
• sound of my love's voice =)
• chewing grape
• my love laughing =)
• my love coughing =(
• jing of metal being hit
• sizzle on the stove
• fan above stove
• mouth click
• shoulder cracking sound
• glasses fold (snap snap)
• toneful clang of pan
• toneful scrape of pan
• drip of water
• phone ring
• beep
• koosh of koosh ball
  
• locket clink
• I say "Ah! Fuck!" in distress
• I cough
• Dad whines/yells my name.
• I hum "Buffalo Soldier"
• I sing "Buffalo Soldier"
• microwave door open/shut
• microwave running
• beep of microwave
• coffee being sipped
• scratch of grape vine against strainer
  
• flipper hitting pan
• dad lecturing
• brother yelling
• dad ranting
• sliding door open/close
• woman speaking
• potatoes chewed
• shoe lace casing hitting against shoe
• car starting
• car sounds of accelerating and decelerating
  
• classical music on radio
• car doors open/close
• turning signal
• footsteps on concrete
  
• pouring water w/ ice
• car locking click and beep
• seat-belt pulled/retracted
• seat-belt click on/off
• ice rattle in paper cup with hand movement
• crunching popcorn
• movie previews
• movie: "Frozen River"
• sneeze
• cup squeak
• background talking murmur
• broom against carpet
• soap disperser dispensing
• footsteps on gravel
  
• sliding shoe on pavement
• distant whistle
• ka-chunck of stepping on manhole
• Indian man speaks in English
  
• young boy whines in specific unknown Indian language
  
• Indian music (tv)
• peeling a label
• computer start-up
• air from chair "shh"
• plastic buckles click
• skateboard on pavement
• trunk click open
• "chunck" of trunk closing
• key slid in ignition
• jazz music on radio. specifically "I can't make you love me"
• young man speaks
• shhh from distant cars on highway
  
• squawking birds
• viola strap squeak
• minor buzzing from light fixture
• floor creaks under feet
• different, louder shhh noise
• woman shushing me
• Myself singing
• snapping
• ambient music
• various rock songs
• men and women speaking Spanish (online homework)
• dishwasher click on
• pouring dry dishwasher soap
• glasses clink
• dishwasher running
• mom speaks
• voice echoing
• man speaks
• box of oranges dropped on table
• various other music from 5 star list
• mouse scrolled
• alarm clock button clicks
  

*In search of a word for the "pressy thing" on a toilet I consulted my boyfriend, Danny. I suggested "trigger", and dared for him to come up with a better word. He commented that this made going to the bathroon sound "dangerous and exciting" like a gun. To which I answered, "Isn't it already? You have a loaded gun in ur pants, Danny, gotta pull the trigger."

self portrait

No, not metaphorically, I really did attempt this in the literal sense. Sitting in front of a mirror, I spent an hour trying to sketch myself. Possibly, it says more about the way I view myself than it does how artistically talented I am. I really am a wannabe visual artist. Although I think I do have some natural talent in the matter, I rarely have the patience or overwhelming desire to spend a time fussing over lines and shadow. It's not entirely amazing...but there are aspects to my facial structure.

And with it, a picture of myself more alike to what I have drawn than any other I own.

Attempting to draw is always such an enriching experience for me. First, because or the rarity of the activity and also because of the strategy and mindset so differing from other mentally strenuous things.

When I begin to draw, I always have anxiety in a sense. I don't want to start off the sketch on the wrong foot, the wrong line, the wrong original reference point. The first line is always erased 20 times or more. Obsessive? Yes. Even moreso seeing as how that line is usually changed once the other lines around it have made it slightly askew to your new point of view.

Often, if I saw myself drawing from learned "ways to draw something" I had to snap out of it, and erase. What was I looking at? Draw what you see. I obviously struggle with realism, but it is the only way I will learn how to capture the actual appearance of things. If this mindset did not help I had to think harder about what I was looking at. What detail is it that makes this look like it curves more or sticks out more in the mirror and does not in my drawing?

I have learned these things today regarding drawing:

Draw what you see.
There are no pointed shapes in a human face, except those which are for reference.
It is best to draw a figure starting with the innermost attributes.
The spacing is always farther than you visualize, and closer than you originally aim for.

I do not think that I am one to think visually. My mental pictures are usually hazy, unless I spend a very long time examining and thinking about every detail of something while I view it. And even then, I can only remember the details, not the over-all appearance--or even worse, I can only remember how I felt while I was looking.

That's it! I (or rather the human race) remember things by way of feelings. And I suppose, if I were better artistically talented then that would lead to many Impressionistic art pieces.