http://dbem.ws/SP%20Theory.pdf
http://dbem.ws/SP%20Theory%20Cognitive%20Dissonance.pdf
http://psycnet.apa.org/index.cfm?fa=search.displayRecord&uid=1976-07163-001
http://www.humankinetics.com/JSEP/viewarticle.cfm?aid=9252
http://psycnet.apa.org/index.cfm?fa=search.displayRecord&uid=1994-29636-001
http://cat.inist.fr/?aModele=afficheN&cpsidt=7229991
http://www.jstor.org/pss/1130725
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http://www.informaworld.com/smpp/content~content=a785830965~db=all
http://www.loc.gov/exhibits/freud/freud02a.html
http://www.psychologistworld.com/bodylanguage/self_image_formation.php
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Literature & Songs
Dreamland
by Edgar Allen Poe
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE- out of TIME.
Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters- lone and dead,-
Their still waters- still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.
By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,-
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,-
By the mountains- near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
By the grey woods,- by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp-
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls,-
By each spot the most unholy-
In each nook most melancholy-
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by-
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth- and Heaven.
For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
For the spirit that walks in shadow
'Tis- oh, 'tis an Eldorado!
But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not- dare not openly view it!
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.
"According to self-awareness theory, seeing
oneself on videotape induces a state of self-focused attention,
which heightens awareness of discrepancies between what one believes
one is like and what one wishes one were like. The self-focused
state leads to a drop in self-evaluation because attention is focused on
one's failure to meet internal standards. Thus, the general positivity
bias should be reduced or eliminated when subjects evaluate their
behavior on videotape. Self-awareness theory also predicts that selffocused
attentioD will improve the corre.spondence between selfreports
and behavior, implying more accurate self-perception"
http://www.simine.com/240/readings/Robins_and_John_(10).pdf
Books:
You Dont Know Me by David Klass
"I am afraid as I walk to school. Every time I see a member of the secret sorority of pretty fourteen-year-old girls I look the other way.
I walk past Billy Beezer’s house and see no sign of him. Besides his being suspended and grounded, it would not surprise me if Mr. and Mrs. Beezer have also chained him up in the basement. They have high hopes for their young Beezer. They believe that he will graduate first in his class from our anti-school, go to Harvard, become President, and also discover a cure for old age."
Who Are You?: 101 ways of seeing yourself by Malcolm Godwin
The Tenth Circle by Jodi Picoult
"This is how it feels when you realize your child is missing: The pit of your stomach freezes fast, while your legs go to jelly. There's one single, blue-bass thud of your heart. The shape of her name, sharp as metal filings, gets caught between your teeth even as you try to force it out in a shout. Fear breathes like a monster into your ear: Where did I see her last? Would she have wandered away? Who could have taken her? And then, finally, your throat seals shut, as you swallow the fact that you've made a mistake you will never be able to fix."
Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult
"Sometimes Josie thought of her life as a room with no doors and no windows. It was a sumptuous room, sure -- a room half the kids in Sterling High would have given their right arm to enter -- but it was also a room from which there really wasn't an escape. Either Josie was someone she didn't want to be, or she was someone who nobody wanted."
Twilight Series by Stephanie Meyer
I Like Myself! by Karen Beaumont
The Sisterhood of The Traveling Pants by Ann Brashares
Self-Love by Robert H. Schuller
Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen
She's Come Undone by Wally Lamb
Songs:
So what by Pink
Anna's Song by Silverchair
Everybody's Fool by Evanescence
Innocent by Our Lady Peace
Stupid Girls by Pink
Don't Let Me Get Me by Pink
Bleed Like Me by Garbage
One Girl Revolution by Superchick
Get Up by Superchick
Hero by Superchick
Skinny by Filter
by Edgar Allen Poe
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE- out of TIME.
Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters- lone and dead,-
Their still waters- still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.
By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,-
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,-
By the mountains- near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
By the grey woods,- by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp-
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls,-
By each spot the most unholy-
In each nook most melancholy-
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by-
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth- and Heaven.
For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
For the spirit that walks in shadow
'Tis- oh, 'tis an Eldorado!
But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not- dare not openly view it!
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.
"According to self-awareness theory, seeing
oneself on videotape induces a state of self-focused attention,
which heightens awareness of discrepancies between what one believes
one is like and what one wishes one were like. The self-focused
state leads to a drop in self-evaluation because attention is focused on
one's failure to meet internal standards. Thus, the general positivity
bias should be reduced or eliminated when subjects evaluate their
behavior on videotape. Self-awareness theory also predicts that selffocused
attentioD will improve the corre.spondence between selfreports
and behavior, implying more accurate self-perception"
http://www.simine.com/240/readings/Robins_and_John_(10).pdf
Books:
You Dont Know Me by David Klass
"I am afraid as I walk to school. Every time I see a member of the secret sorority of pretty fourteen-year-old girls I look the other way.
I walk past Billy Beezer’s house and see no sign of him. Besides his being suspended and grounded, it would not surprise me if Mr. and Mrs. Beezer have also chained him up in the basement. They have high hopes for their young Beezer. They believe that he will graduate first in his class from our anti-school, go to Harvard, become President, and also discover a cure for old age."
Who Are You?: 101 ways of seeing yourself by Malcolm Godwin
The Tenth Circle by Jodi Picoult
"This is how it feels when you realize your child is missing: The pit of your stomach freezes fast, while your legs go to jelly. There's one single, blue-bass thud of your heart. The shape of her name, sharp as metal filings, gets caught between your teeth even as you try to force it out in a shout. Fear breathes like a monster into your ear: Where did I see her last? Would she have wandered away? Who could have taken her? And then, finally, your throat seals shut, as you swallow the fact that you've made a mistake you will never be able to fix."
Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult
"Sometimes Josie thought of her life as a room with no doors and no windows. It was a sumptuous room, sure -- a room half the kids in Sterling High would have given their right arm to enter -- but it was also a room from which there really wasn't an escape. Either Josie was someone she didn't want to be, or she was someone who nobody wanted."
Twilight Series by Stephanie Meyer
I Like Myself! by Karen Beaumont
The Sisterhood of The Traveling Pants by Ann Brashares
Self-Love by Robert H. Schuller
Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen
She's Come Undone by Wally Lamb
Songs:
So what by Pink
Anna's Song by Silverchair
Everybody's Fool by Evanescence
Innocent by Our Lady Peace
Stupid Girls by Pink
Don't Let Me Get Me by Pink
Bleed Like Me by Garbage
One Girl Revolution by Superchick
Get Up by Superchick
Hero by Superchick
Skinny by Filter
Monday, May 11, 2009
Critique #2
When glancing at Dali’s Soft Self Portrait, the viewer is instantaneously puzzled. There is the fragile face of a human, held up by prongs with a piece of bacon located below; ants crawling on the bacon and the face. The only parts of the face that are present are the skin and everything located on the skin. There are no eyes, no ears, and no face structure. There are no bones lying beneath the skin to hold it up on its own. When looking deeper, the viewer notices the intricacy of the shading of the face, and the natural tones used in this composition. The composition is very interesting; leaving the viewer pondering about the reasoning for the choice of subject matter.
The eyes are generally drawn in the direction of the base as the focal point because it is the most vibrant part of this painting. However, every viewer sees things in a different light and may set their eyes on a different section of the composition. For instance, some may set their eyes on the dark, murky eye sockets. The extreme dark and light hues in this painting create an immense amount of contrast, leading the eyes of the viewer all over this painting; while the shades of yellow create a sense of unity. The composition is incredibly mysterious in Soft Self Portrait; the viewer asks themselves what Salvador Dali might possibly mean by it.
This self portrait is an example of painting inside out. Instead of showing the viewer who Dali was as a person, he is showing the venire of himself; he paints solely the appearance. By putting the bacon and the ants in his subject matter, Dali--being generous--sacrifices himself to be eaten. Only some parallels can be drawn from this strange composition, but the accurate importance of this composition lies with Dali himself.
The eyes are generally drawn in the direction of the base as the focal point because it is the most vibrant part of this painting. However, every viewer sees things in a different light and may set their eyes on a different section of the composition. For instance, some may set their eyes on the dark, murky eye sockets. The extreme dark and light hues in this painting create an immense amount of contrast, leading the eyes of the viewer all over this painting; while the shades of yellow create a sense of unity. The composition is incredibly mysterious in Soft Self Portrait; the viewer asks themselves what Salvador Dali might possibly mean by it.
This self portrait is an example of painting inside out. Instead of showing the viewer who Dali was as a person, he is showing the venire of himself; he paints solely the appearance. By putting the bacon and the ants in his subject matter, Dali--being generous--sacrifices himself to be eaten. Only some parallels can be drawn from this strange composition, but the accurate importance of this composition lies with Dali himself.
Short Story #2
Standing here, waiting for the news, my heart is pounding. The earsplitting sound fills my head. A sharp pain shoots through me; I tense. A thousand questions rush through my mind. Where did it go wrong? How did we get to this point? When did it turn for the worst? A woman goes by on a stretcher… was she the other driver? The last thing I remember was two headlights staring me right in the face, heading in our direction; my thirteen year old daughter screaming. I tried to swerve… then, I was submerged into the unknown; everything went black.
Another shot of pain travels through me, this time its worse. I did this. This is my fault. I chose to pick up the six-pack that I downed on the way to pick up Erica. I haven’t been able to stop, ever since the split. She doesn’t deserve this. They rushed her into the OR without a word to me, she was unconscious. My heart is racing. The physical pain I feel doesn’t compare to the everyday pain.
‘Thomas?” I hear my ex wife’s voice. “What happened? Is Erica okay? The hospital said that there was a drunk driver?” What do I say? I haven’t seen Laura in weeks. I just look at her. Tears start to roll over her cheeks. She knows; she has always known. My eardrum pounds, and then comes my heart... thump, thump, thump. I feel hot; something in my stomach is aching. The doctor is walking towards us. He takes off his cap, and looks down. This is not good.
“She is a very lucky girl. She lost seven liters of blood; we had to do a complete blood transfusion. She had internal injuries to her stomach and liver. We had to do a surgical operation to repair the ruptures. She will need to be sedated for a couple days so that she does not feel the pain, but your daughter should be just fine, she is a fighter…” he trails off. I hear nothing. I see black and white. I am on the ground. I open my eyes; four strange faces. I close my eyes, nothingness consumes me. I am plunged into the unfamiliar. I hear nothing, I feel nothing. A bright white light guides me. I can’t hurt anymore.
Another shot of pain travels through me, this time its worse. I did this. This is my fault. I chose to pick up the six-pack that I downed on the way to pick up Erica. I haven’t been able to stop, ever since the split. She doesn’t deserve this. They rushed her into the OR without a word to me, she was unconscious. My heart is racing. The physical pain I feel doesn’t compare to the everyday pain.
‘Thomas?” I hear my ex wife’s voice. “What happened? Is Erica okay? The hospital said that there was a drunk driver?” What do I say? I haven’t seen Laura in weeks. I just look at her. Tears start to roll over her cheeks. She knows; she has always known. My eardrum pounds, and then comes my heart... thump, thump, thump. I feel hot; something in my stomach is aching. The doctor is walking towards us. He takes off his cap, and looks down. This is not good.
“She is a very lucky girl. She lost seven liters of blood; we had to do a complete blood transfusion. She had internal injuries to her stomach and liver. We had to do a surgical operation to repair the ruptures. She will need to be sedated for a couple days so that she does not feel the pain, but your daughter should be just fine, she is a fighter…” he trails off. I hear nothing. I see black and white. I am on the ground. I open my eyes; four strange faces. I close my eyes, nothingness consumes me. I am plunged into the unfamiliar. I hear nothing, I feel nothing. A bright white light guides me. I can’t hurt anymore.
Dialogue Poem
With every breath, my bones break
With every slight movement, my body aches
I laugh, I smile, I breathe in the fresh, crisp air
I run around outside, this life is unfair
When I asked to have children, my body said 'No'
My husband could not care for me, he left long ago
I am a mother, a daughter, a doctor, and a wife
I would never want anything in exchange for this wonderful life
She dances, she sings, she glows when she smiles
Why couldn't I experience this for a short while?
She hurts, she suffers, her face shows pain with every slight move
I would give up my life for hers to improve
A twist, a bend, I feel no pain
I am loved, I am happy, the sun shines through the rain
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