Scientific Speed Reading: How to Read 300% Faster in 20 Minutes. (Photo: Dustin Diaz) How much more could you get done if you completed all of your required reading in 1/3 or 1/5 the time?
Increasing reading speed is a process of controlling fine motor movement—period. This post is a condensed overview of principles I taught to undergraduates at Princeton University in 1998 at a seminar called the “PX Project”. The below was written several years ago, so it’s worded like Ivy-Leaguer pompous-ass prose, but the results are substantial. In fact, while on an airplane in China two weeks ago, I helped Glenn McElhose increase his reading speed 34% in less than 5 minutes. I have never seen the method fail. The PX Project. Bookbinders: 1961 Documentary Romanticizes Book Craftsmanship.
The Mysterious Flame. The Book of Symbols: Carl Jung's Catalog of the Unconscious. By Kirstin Butler Why Sarah Palin identifies with the grizzly bear, or what the unconscious knows but doesn’t reveal.
A primary method for making sense of the world is by interpreting its symbols. We decode meaning through images and, often without realizing, are swayed by the power of their attendant associations. A central proponent of this theory, iconic Swiss psychoanalyst Carl Gustaf Jung, made an academic case for it in the now-classic Man and His Symbols, and a much more personal case in The Red Book. Beginning in the 1930s, Jung’s devotees started collecting mythological, ritualistic, and symbolic imagery under the auspices of The Archive for Research in Archetypal Symbolism (ARAS), an organization with institutes throughout the U.S.
A Pig in the Wilderness: My Night with Hunter S. Thompson. The following transmission is an e-mail from September 2002, which I sent back to Criterion headquarters after spending a night at Hunter S.
Thompson’s cabin in Woody Creek, Colorado, recording commentary tracks for the DVD release of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Reflecting on that peculiar night now, five years after Thompson’s death, I’m struck by how gracious our host was, giving so generously of his time and mind and supplies. It was clear he was struggling physically, but what I remember most about the session is the sense of humor in the room. From the random crank calls at four in the morning to the house full of booby traps like exploding pens and toilet paper that doesn’t unroll, the man really loved to laugh, I think, and that energy was absolutely infectious.
Interview with Scientist Richard Dawkins: 'Religion? Reality Has a Grander Magic of its Own' - SPIEGEL ONLINE - News - International. The Secret Sacred Use of the Belly Button. Love cannot be imprisoned.
--Timothy Leary, 1969 I always thought my belly button was ugly, it sinks in deep. I have the type of belly button that can swallow up enormous amount of lint. I wanted a belly button that was just a slight scar on my tummy, not a belly button you can sink your finger in. Well my belly button was to come in handy during the time I visited Timothy Leary in prison. Timothy Leary was not a murderer; he had been sentenced to five to ten years for possession of 00.1 grammes of marijuana, to be precise, a roach found in the ashtray of his car. During my three and a half years visiting Timothy in 23 prisons and jails (he was constantly moved so as to make his prison time harder and more traumatic for both of us), I was to learn that the bureau of prison is staffed with people who spend their time figuring out ways to humiliate prisoners and their visitors.
One day while we were exchanging a goodbye kiss at the end of the visit. " My darling wife," Timothy said. Timothy Leary. Shel Silverstein. Sheldon Allan "Shel" Silverstein (September 25, 1930 – May 10, 1999),[1][2] was an American poet, singer-songwriter, cartoonist, screenwriter, and author of children's books.
He styled himself as Uncle Shelby in some works. Translated into more than 30 languages, his books have sold over 20 million copies.[2] Personal life[edit] Cartoons[edit] Shel Silverstein's Playboy travelogues were collected in 2007. He was first published in the Roosevelt Torch (a student newspaper at Roosevelt University), where he studied English after leaving the Art Institute. R.I.P. Shel Silverstein. From Dr.
Legume Since Brother Shel Silverstein died this week, it got me looking through my archives, where I dredged up this little gem I thought I'd share with you all, a poem that bears a message VERY close to our hearts. ---------------- The Perfect High There once was a boy named Gimme-Some-Roy... He was nothin' like me or you, 'cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do. As a kid, he sat in the cellar...sniffing airplane glue. But grass just made him wanna lay back and eat chocolate-chip pizza all night, and the great things he wrote when he was stoned looked like shit in the morning light.