A creative blog by Heidi Huber on The Whole 9

Is the internet rewiring our brains?

My son likes You Tube.  Ducklings swimming, babies laughing, Elmo, and Kevin the Bird from UP are among his favorites.  About seven seconds into the clip, if it’s not what he wants, he begins shaking his head, saying, “Nah…nope,” then looking at the thumbnails for something else.

I’ve started insisting he watch the entire clip because I feel it’s important his attention isn’t constantly firing off in ten different directions and I don’t want him to end up with Attention Deficit.

I find myself doing the same thing though while on the internet.  You can find so much so fast that if it’s not exactly what you’re looking for, the next search result may be.

Is the internet rewiring our brains?

I was thinking of this the other day, I believe it was about gaming, though. And I would have to say yes. I think of the gaming environment and remember how my kids used to always talk about multitasking. I suppose this has its uses, but in an educational environment I think it would have to create boredom. The brain gets used to functioning at a certain level and then you go to school and that level is greatly reduced. I don’t like the fact that so much of what is out there today feeds the instant gratification trend, either. It may help economically, but there tends to be a lot of bad side effects.

Don’t forget to stop and smell the roses(or check the links or watch the whole video clip). You nevr know what you’ll miss.

What World Champion would you be?

Okay, Sports Fans, the clock is ticking down (or up if you’re playing soccer…)  Be it tennis, basketball, swimming, or curling, if you could be the World Champion in any one sport, which sport would it be?  PLAY BALL!

Ice Dancing…which funnily enough seems about as impossible to me as creating world peace seems to others!

wrestling. running all those stairs in silverlale would finally pay off.

Baseball~

America’s pastime was magical for me as a child growing up. The sights, the sounds, the smells of a ball park no matter how small or grandiose still bring chills down my spine~

Induction into the Hall of Fame can transform the most feared and misunderstood athletes in the world back into tearful, grateful children.

There’s magic between the lines~

Play Ball!!

Shoot, I can’t think of one. I have always admired runners, because I don’t have a runners body and have been traditionally better at things like softball and weights where you don’t have to move too fast for too long.

Honestly, if I have a fantasy about being admired for one thing I would want to be one of the great thinkers of our time — like Noam Chomsky or Naomi Klein.

Hockey-hands down. Such an exciting sport to watch and I can even envision myself playing even though I’d never make that grade in this life.

On a more idealistic note-Christ:World Champion of Man over (D)evil.

If you could have a song written for you, what would it be called?

This is a three-question QOD today.  Songs aren’t usually pulled out of thin air.  They have remnants of real people threaded through them, lyrics pulled from real life situations, personal stories set to music.  If someone’s feelings for you elicit writing a song about or for you, man…you rate!

If you could have a song written about you, what musician would you choose to compose it, who would you want to perform it, and what would it be called?

Bernie Taupin would have to write it~

Elton John would perform it~

and it would be called The Ballad of Teddy Rose~

keith richards (from 1969) would have to write it, lux interior from the cramps (then he would be resurrected from the dead – hooray!! we miss him!!!) would have to sing it, and it would be called ‘pee-pee and kaka.’

LMAO~

@ poorgood…that was my second choice ;) but Zappa would have written it~

Music by Brian Eno, performed by Blue Man Group, song title: Anomalous Entity.

Kimberly and Alberto Rivera would write the song for me, and I would be called “Joy!” :-)

What’s your favorite genre of music?

I really enjoy reading TW9 blog And The Beat Goes On.  I always learn something new about a musician or  certain song or genre, and Bad Heart serves up some true hidden gems via You Tube.  His posts cover many genres, some I am not that familiar with.

What’s your favorite genre of music?

Americana, Rock n Roll, Delta Blues, Alternative. I would say that a lot of music I like doesn’t fall neatly into one category, but I love guitars, especially blues guitar. Lucinda Williams has been my musical hero for a long time, which makes sense because I grew up with my dad listening to Dylan and The Doors. I’d rather go see live music than do just about anything. I am always affected, I always feel changed in some way after a good show.

Ok that’s a tough one to answer. I just love music, period. Depending on the mood…anything could go :)

Although I enjoy all forms of musical expression~

Rock and Roll saved my soul~

peace~

I am in love with smooth jazz.

hard riff rock’n'roll. you heard that guitar in monkey man and can’t you hear me knocking? jeezus! but great banjo licks are tough to beat, too.

How much money would you have to have to consider yourself rich?

Today, we’re getting materialistic.  We’re talkin’ funds, casheesh, cabbage, dinero.  I don’t want any “My life is rich through my creativity, family and friends.”  We all know about that and that’s good.

It used to be a millionaire was set for life and in some parts of the world that may still be the case.  While I certainly wouldn’t step over that million-dollar pile (hell, I’d pick up a buck!), I just don’t think one million dollars goes as far as it used to.

How much money would you have to have to consider yourself rich?

Right now enough to pay my bills and have something left over, lol. I’m not really sure. I guess I’ve never really thought about it. Though I have expensive tastes, I am a bargain shopper kind of person and outside of the desire to travel much more than the limited amount that I have I guess traveling and having the financial means to make a positive impact on other peoples lives. Oh and maybe just a really good cigar each day. It’s funny thinking about what I would by and even though I can’t do it having guilt of spending $200 on a meal and knowing that would feed a village somewhere for a week. Thinking of a nice car or home and knowing that money could save thousands of children from blindness. Some days having a conscious stinks. It even ruins wistful thinking.

My definition of rich has always been:

Any one person who has more money to lose than myself~

How much more do I need to consider myself rich?

Hey brother, can you spare a quarter?

peace~

Not much more than I have right now…which ain’t much at all. BUT my wealth is endless when I think of the quality of family and friends. Now, how much would I need to get out of debt and have a few ‘things’? (like a house maybe?)…that’s another story.

Rich = Having enough $ to say FU to a job or work you’d rather not do. It means having the financial security to know you and your family can live well, now and in the future without having to worry about paying for food, shelter, clothing, education, healthcare, etc. It represents having the wherewithal for you and your family to be able to travel, engage in the activities that interest you and contribute to charity/good causes as you see fit. In factual, unadorned accounting terms, yesterday’s symbolic “millionaire” would probably be today’s “10 millionaire” (if you live in Los Angeles, New York, London, Paris or any of the large, cosmopolitan first-world cities).

5 million in the bank.

What’s the stupidest thing you’ve done while intoxicated?

The stupidest thing, by far, while intoxicated harks back to sophomore year of college.  I was at this fraternity party, I’m sure it was late and I’m certain I was drunk with a capital D.

A group of friends were up in this guy’s room and for some reason, I allowed this guy (he was pretty cute) to pick me up.  He carried me out of the room and down the hall (don’t ask me why.)  He took me out on the fire escape and held me over the landing.  And dropped me.  From the second floor.  Into a snow drift.

After realizing I was still alive, I began laughing hysterically.  Then heard a bunch of exclamations from other people, “Wow!” “What a DICK!” “Oh my GOD!”

A visit to the osteopath and a dozen roses later, I was fine.  (Why did I let him pick me up???)

What’s the stupidest thing you’ve done while intoxicated?

I am a big list maker, but this is one list that I have no desire to make and share as it is extremely long and includes ridiculous escapades from all over the world. Truly when I think back, all I can say is “Thank God” because I have walked away unscathed from dozens of incidents that showed an extreme lack of caution and self-control.

fell two and a half stories off a fire escape and broke my leg.

Oh, you don’t want to hear…even I would blush if I had to type it out.

Oh we have all been there…..:)

Extracting some from what memories I recall…Let’s just say the word “moon” comes up quite a few times….:) la la la la la!

I remember once at collage, I was hanging out with a bunch of friends at a frat house. I ended up in a room with a bunch of people, and saw this really cute girl. Tall, red hair, and she had a funny giggle.

She was really drunk, on gin, I think, and I didn’t know what to do to get her attention. Then I remembered something my brother did – threw a girl off a balcony into a pool. She was impressed by the rush, and he’d imprinted on her indelibly. They married.

Long story short I threw this girl into a pile of snow, but not before bouncing her down a fire escape. Luckily she didn’t remember the fire escape, and kinda sorta walked away. I don’t think I I made any bonds with her. But boy, was she cute.

Where do you go barefoot?

Some people are just barefoot types.  Not saying I don’t love the feel of soft grass underfoot, but I’m not a fan of digging my toes in the sand.  New, plush carpet?  Sign me up.  My own cat-human-dog-hair hardwood floors?  I’ll just slide on some flip-flops.  There are even a few showers I wouldn’t remove my footwear for…

Where do you go barefoot?

As many places as I can…love digging my toes in the sand…big rocks on the beach…yoga class…at home…I think it doesn’t really matter what the terrain is a lot of the time…it’s more about if I’m in a barefoot mood :) Either barefoot or sandals is the way to go for my feet ☮

I am almost always barefoot at home, friends houses, or my parents house. I pride myself on having clean feet and toenails that allow me that privilege. I wear sandals almost all of the time out in public, and almost never have socks or shoes on my feet unless it is the subzero outside. I can’t abide by having my little piggies locked up in some type of stinky vault. It just ain’t natural!

i used to barefoot it more, but i wear flipflops now. too many splinters and glass have spooked me. had to go to a doctor a few years ago to have a splinter removed. not fun.

Anywhere there’s water to cool my tootsies~

To the B & B….bed and beach! :)

What organizations do you donate to?

Since The Whole 9 has launched The Peace Project, we have been continually reminded how very lucky we are.  The photos of the people of Sierra Leone will not only stop you in your tracks, they will bring you to your knees.  Not having the time to clean my house really takes a backseat in priority after seeing the problems these people face daily.

With each photo I see and stories I hear, my mind swirls with things I want to send to them.  It gets overwhelming because the need is so great.  I guess we will conquer it bit by bit.

What organizations do you donate to and why?

United Way, Salvation Army, Red Cross, Make A Wish, and Harvest For Hunger. It isn’t much that I can donate when I do, but I do it because they are all places, that if I had to at some point in my life, I know that I could personally turn to for help.

Animals and wildlife…one that I regularly contribute to is Stray Cat Alliance here in Los Angeles (http://www.straycatalliance.org/). I have a cat who became part of my life and my neighbors life about 4 years ago who was a feral…and he’s a sweetie. The little bungalow that I live in here in No. Hollywood actually has some “nature”…so stray’s show up here a lot. We had one last spring who showed up and ended up having babies…we found the SCA and brought her there (once we were able to catch her!) for a free snip. I remember seeing rows and rows of cats in carriers…all there for help thanks to a couple generous vets and this organization. I like to give to organizations that I KNOW are really actually DOING something ☮

Each day I’m feeling more guilty, jeez thanks guys. Aside from dropping money in a bucket here and there, giving a little to outstretched hands and a few donated pieces for auctions, I don’t do nearly what I should…………………..

Whenever disaster strikes somewhere, I donate to the International Red Cross. I also send clothing and school supplies to families and community groups I was close to in Brazil.

What does this piece of artwork say to you?

I love this piece.  It is by Gustave Caillebotte simply entitled Les raboteurs de parquet (The Floor Scrapers), circa 1875.  I first saw a print of it in a friend’s dining room and have been somewhat obsessed with it ever since.  What a shitty job, but at the same time the feeling of the piece is so triumphant.  The light coming in through the window, the shape the men are in, and the bottle of wine on the table (with only one glass) — are they all drinking from that one glass or is only one of the men drinking?

What does this piece say to you?

it’s the crucifixion. three men. the center one out front. a bottle of wine, symbolizing christ’s blood. and the open window. light. where they will be moving towards. the afterlife.

Hmmm…

Today it says; Although we toil together side by side but our zest is not confined inside one glass.

All for one and one for all~

It says “Hell ya, come strip my floor anytime!”.

Having been the one to strip the layers of paint and old varnishes off of the floors in my store, I know the feeling of discovery as the wood grain begins to shine through as you take the years of wear and tear off revealing new unmarred beautifully aged and mellow untouched and unseen since it grew from that tiny seed in the earth.

The beauty of a piece of art that moves you is that it could mean any number of things on any particular occasion. This piece really appeals on a sensorial level…the texture of the floors, the smell of any additives they may have been using, the heat from the day…even their sweat. You’re right, it’s a beautiful piece.

What have your victories taught you?

There are lessons to be learned in every situation.  Often times we may only see the lesson in something lost, not won.  What have your victories taught you?

My victories have taught me that staying true to who I am and hard work will eventually lead me to a place where struggle is not permitted~

That sometimes winning has a higher price than losing. That sometimes winning is everything. That sometimes winning is the end of a journey that I would love to keep going. That winning has it’s rewards. That I like winning as a whole lot more than losing.

That I need to stay true to myself, otherwise the “victories” don’t really feel like victories…

that there are different possible answers to the questions, all being legit.

that persistence is half the game.