One time in the 90s I went to a publishing conference at which I
met a couple who worked at the same publisher. They went on and on about how
great their jobs were, and wasn't that what it was all about?
Therapeutic Hugging and Me I started to read about emotional intelligence and some of the mindfulness exercises used in therapy, like putting people in a kind of meditative state and asking them to detect an emotion and then to describe it. It all sounded very touchie-feelie to me, but then suddenly I saw a reference to therapeutic hugging, and I read a Psychology Today article on the subject at https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/emotion-information/202012/the-healing-power-hugs I remembered your many references to hugging and wanting to hug your kids and friends, so I thought you might be interested. I grew up in a very non-hugging family, so when I read about Henry Harlow and his experiments with infant monkeys with wire-frame mothers versus monkeys with real mothers, I related to the poor kids with the wire-mothers – WAAH! But I also thought-flashed on an experience I had more recently, only 40 years ago, when I was finishing my first degree at Illinois State. During...
Summer 1993, Lincoln, Nebraska On my way to the library I passed a cute little Harley-Davidson sitting in someone's driveway. It was like a big Harley-Davidson but in miniature: very unusual. On the way back I saw a guy in bib overalls whom I took to be the owner of the bike, so I stopped and complimented him on the bike. He got a kick out of my interest and proceeded to tell me how he had rebuilt the bike from a jumble of parts ("It came in a box," he said) over the past few years. He did a great job because the thing looked brand-new. I lost him on a few arcane details, but basically the bike - a Harley-Davidson Sprint - was built in Italy in or around 1967, at a time when Harley was trying to compete with the huge influx of small Japanese bikes and their ilk. The guy used the term "entry-level" to describe the general type of bike, but while other companies produced "step-through" scooters and whining 2-strokers, Harley simply produced a s...
BNormal, Illinois May 1, 2020 The other day I was admiring some flowers just north of a busy intersection when there was a big CRASH! behind me and I looked to see the aftermath of a collision between a new-looking big black SUV and a small definitely used white car. The small car continued across the intersection and pulled over, while the black car backed up over its own almost-torn-off bumper and turned to pull over near the other car. I saw a youngish gal get out of the SUV and immediately look under her car to find where the bumper went. I thought it might have been of more immediate concern to see if the driver of the other vehicle was O.K. before figuring out where the bumper got to, but I was probably already judging and assigning blame, although I didn't witness the crash. An older guy, about my age (68) got out of the small car and I immediately felt for him. For all I know, the guy had been whacked out of his gourd on medical marijuana and just ran thr...
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