This is a Southern pond. We value good stories, friendly interaction and good manners in all creatures (Please don't be a skank in my pond.)
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Sleeping for Memories
Well, well, well!
Science is about to explain me to my family.
Since childhood there have been countless family stories told and retold about my sleeping. Famous among them is the story of my mother standing on my head to hang curtains. Seriously. I was asleep, Mama wanted to see the results of her creativity and couldn't quite reach the curtain rod and therefore used what was handy for that last little step up. I share in the laughter of the telling but I have no memory of this event. I was asleep.
Another story my mother tells is of putting me to bed one evening a normal, healthy child. Hours later she came to check on me and found I was still sleeping soundly. She went on to get ready for bed but some bothersome uneasiness wouldn't leave her alone. She barefooted back through the house to check the doors were locked, the oven turned off and one more check on us kids. When she got to my room she turned on the lights knowing it would awaken children but I did not wake up. Not even when she tried to wake me. It was 10 days before I would awaken from a febrile coma. My mother always says it was God whispering in her ear that saved me. She said I had always been such a sound sleeper there was no observable difference.
( I've always been grateful for that whisper.)
So.
Lots of family folklore about my sleeping.
There is also lots of family stories and some considerable amount of razzing about my memory.
I have always chatted about dreams and memories. For me it has always been like watching a movie. Full color, sound, mood, environment. Everything. When siblings and I are talking about a shared experience I always have a lot to add. We all share the same general memory but I often have more details. As we have matured, sometimes the others have said,
"That is Fishy's visual thing".
I do have strong visual memories/recall but I also have the ability to visualize what can be. So there is sometimes doubt if I have a vision based memory the others don't share. Did I mention razzing???
Science to my rescue!
Science now knows, KNOWS!, how well we remember is directly linked to how well we sleep.
When we are awake our memories are stored in the hippocampus portion of the brain. Those memories must then be sorted, cataloged and then stored in the neo-cortex region. That process can only happen in sleep. A sleeping brain is a busy brain. It must replay experiences, like video clips, before they can be transformed from short term to long term memories. My brain is stellar at this activity.
Memory is a huge area of scientific and medical research. What is learned can solve the riddles of learning disorders, stress and trauma disorders, how to retrain brains after strokes or surgeries or physical traumas. Wonderful stuff. In VA hospitals they have documented thousands of cases of those with dreadful war experiences never having PTSD and also cases with those who have had less horrifying experiences who do suffer, really suffer, from PTSD. There is the possibility that sleep/memory storage is the answer to the riddle and the path to corrections. We can hope.
Most of us are familiar with what is termed short term or long term memory. Now they are discovering there are all sorts of memory types and they are attempting to understand how and where they are stored and cataloged. Some believe it is based on the sensory register of the experience. I understand this. If you go to a beautiful restaurant where the environment is great but the food isn't, different senses are recording the contrasts: bad taste, beautiful visions. But there are also episodic memories, emotional memories, flash bulb memories, procedural memories and spacial memories. All these memories are components of the video clips our sleeping brains must sort, catalog and file for rapid retrieval on demand. Fascinating. This explains how we as humans can have very different memories of the same experience. Was it stored as an emotional memory or as a visual memory?
This past Summer my Dad was traveling through our state. He came to the Pond for a visit before we set out for lunch. I gave him directions for a bit of a back way to our destination because I wanted him to see a particular house. I told him, "It's amazing Dad, architecturally it's a smaller version of Miss Bobbie's house". His response was, "I'm not sure I remember what that house looked like Fishy. You haven't been in that house since you were really young!"
I hadn't.
But I had loved her house, her property, and her. So strong attachments. As we drove down the boulevard I pointed out the house to Dad who said, "Well I'll be damned!". This is a memory with visual, emotional, sensory and procedural components. But where is it stored? I think many of my memories are cataloged and stored visually. Most of my memory triggers start with an image. Not a feeling or a recalled smell or an interaction. I do not believe this is true of my siblings. I think their memories are thought triggered, so called light bulb memories.
It is easy to understand how this sleep-memory link can be a blessing or a curse. If you have a bad experience can you stay awake for days to ensure the memory won't haunt you later?
If you have a fabulous experience should you immediately take a nap for long term enjoyment?
Will this science change how we raise our children? How we educate? Train? Prepare?
I don't have the answers.
What I do know is I will have far more compassion for my siblings who have not been blessed with good sleep. They will miss a lot when we are in our rockers remembering when.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
To Market! To Market?
Market opens today. In Atlanta. Even in good weather I must navigate this concrete spaghetti to get to market. Park about a half mile from the Mart in impossibly steep lots or, leave the Fizz in a public lot on the outskirts and take the MARTA downown.
That's when things are normal. Now there is snow. Lots of it. Topped with ice. I think there is still a state of emergency declared through today.
The MARTA website instucts one to check status before starting out.
"Expect delays" is a flashing message for both buses and rails. Caution noted.
Worse than in the market do I want to be stuck on a MARTA train with ..???
I am wondering if the goods, the reps, the brass, the guest lecturers, the food has made it to market?
In the best of conditions it is a huge undertaking to set up for market. Americasmart is smack in the middle of downtown Atlanta. The logistics are tough. Merchandise from all over the world must be selected, shipped, displayed, priced for thousands to view. All those thousands will enter into 3 joined buildings in search of excitement, possibilities and rejuvenation of their businesses. They, plus the thousands working there, will need, food, beverages, toilet paper.
Do I actually want to get in this?
I may not need to worry as there is no guarantee I will be able to exit my ice crusted driveway.
I hadn't planned on going until Thursday or Friday. Now I may have to wait until Monday.
I have cabin fever after just two days of confinement. I want out ! I want creative stimulus. , I want to hear people laugh and smell food not of my kitchen. I want to fall in love with new offerings and possible new opportunities. I want to have hope.
When I turn on the news, hope fades.
The view out my windows looks like black and white photography. At noon Tuesday, the world was still gray. Bleak. Today the weather heads say there will be sun. But at noon it will only be 29 degrees. There is a prediction for temps above freezing, 33, for about an hour between 3 and 4 pm, after which it will drop to an overnight low of 17, with wind chill, 10. There will be no real melting of ice and snow until the weekend.
There will be no Chickory-like videos of dogs frollicking in the snow. I can hardly shoo Will off the deck. He is quite patient. He looks at the snow then back at me as if to say, " Would you put your naked parts in that?" I would not but, I point out to him I don't have fur and I do have a toilet. He is not persuaded by my logic and resists encouragement to get out there! So instead of having engaging conversations with people at market I am talking to a dog about when and where he drops his load. This is low. Really low.
Market is calling.
Color! People! Laughter! New creations to evaluate or fall in love with. And there is the need to get a feel for the new vibe of a changing industry. I am eager to read the signs. Are the showrooms updated or just reworked? Is the merchandise all new or revamped with a few new introductions carefully disbursed . Are the buyers looking or ordering? Are the reps looking excited or strained? Is there something new and different coming from the young entrepreneurs in the temporary showrooms? Will there be a pervasive excitement or the pall of contining caution? Will I find answers in my observations? I need answers. I have decisions to make as my primary client base , architects and developers, are dormant. My secondary base has been individual homeowners. I need to determine if I can successfully make a conversion. There are doubts as long term, successful, really good designers in this arena are failing nationwide.
" Market research" has a new meaning now.
The early sneak previews seem to be split between the renewable and practical and top of the experience
luxe. There are those in " the industry" who believe strongly the world has endured three years of severity and are ready to bust loose and demand a change of pace. They may be right but I do not have a queue of folks desiring $12K sofas or $8K soaking tubs. I do have clients who say, " Fishy I would like to have a new X but only if the price is right." I need to go walk the halls of market if I am to find the well priced X my clients desire. If they exist. If not, I need to locate superior alternatives.
For today, I will let others know I am not coming. I will study the promos and try to plan my trip by building, by floor, by showroom, by client need, by my need to satisfy creative curiosity. I wonder if this entire process is a part of a past I cling to? There is no question our industry, like so many others, is in the midst of a paradigm shift. I do not know on which side of the shift I will land. But I would like to be in control of the landing location as well as the landing itself. Certainly there is logic in recognizing there is a difference in the need to survive and a desire to thrive. What I want, is both. Will I find a way to achieve both by a trip to market?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
I have to get there first.
That's when things are normal. Now there is snow. Lots of it. Topped with ice. I think there is still a state of emergency declared through today.
The MARTA website instucts one to check status before starting out.
"Expect delays" is a flashing message for both buses and rails. Caution noted.
Worse than in the market do I want to be stuck on a MARTA train with ..???
I am wondering if the goods, the reps, the brass, the guest lecturers, the food has made it to market?
In the best of conditions it is a huge undertaking to set up for market. Americasmart is smack in the middle of downtown Atlanta. The logistics are tough. Merchandise from all over the world must be selected, shipped, displayed, priced for thousands to view. All those thousands will enter into 3 joined buildings in search of excitement, possibilities and rejuvenation of their businesses. They, plus the thousands working there, will need, food, beverages, toilet paper.
Do I actually want to get in this?
I may not need to worry as there is no guarantee I will be able to exit my ice crusted driveway.
I hadn't planned on going until Thursday or Friday. Now I may have to wait until Monday.
I have cabin fever after just two days of confinement. I want out ! I want creative stimulus. , I want to hear people laugh and smell food not of my kitchen. I want to fall in love with new offerings and possible new opportunities. I want to have hope.
When I turn on the news, hope fades.
The view out my windows looks like black and white photography. At noon Tuesday, the world was still gray. Bleak. Today the weather heads say there will be sun. But at noon it will only be 29 degrees. There is a prediction for temps above freezing, 33, for about an hour between 3 and 4 pm, after which it will drop to an overnight low of 17, with wind chill, 10. There will be no real melting of ice and snow until the weekend.
There will be no Chickory-like videos of dogs frollicking in the snow. I can hardly shoo Will off the deck. He is quite patient. He looks at the snow then back at me as if to say, " Would you put your naked parts in that?" I would not but, I point out to him I don't have fur and I do have a toilet. He is not persuaded by my logic and resists encouragement to get out there! So instead of having engaging conversations with people at market I am talking to a dog about when and where he drops his load. This is low. Really low.
Market is calling.
Color! People! Laughter! New creations to evaluate or fall in love with. And there is the need to get a feel for the new vibe of a changing industry. I am eager to read the signs. Are the showrooms updated or just reworked? Is the merchandise all new or revamped with a few new introductions carefully disbursed . Are the buyers looking or ordering? Are the reps looking excited or strained? Is there something new and different coming from the young entrepreneurs in the temporary showrooms? Will there be a pervasive excitement or the pall of contining caution? Will I find answers in my observations? I need answers. I have decisions to make as my primary client base , architects and developers, are dormant. My secondary base has been individual homeowners. I need to determine if I can successfully make a conversion. There are doubts as long term, successful, really good designers in this arena are failing nationwide.
" Market research" has a new meaning now.
The early sneak previews seem to be split between the renewable and practical and top of the experience
luxe. There are those in " the industry" who believe strongly the world has endured three years of severity and are ready to bust loose and demand a change of pace. They may be right but I do not have a queue of folks desiring $12K sofas or $8K soaking tubs. I do have clients who say, " Fishy I would like to have a new X but only if the price is right." I need to go walk the halls of market if I am to find the well priced X my clients desire. If they exist. If not, I need to locate superior alternatives.
For today, I will let others know I am not coming. I will study the promos and try to plan my trip by building, by floor, by showroom, by client need, by my need to satisfy creative curiosity. I wonder if this entire process is a part of a past I cling to? There is no question our industry, like so many others, is in the midst of a paradigm shift. I do not know on which side of the shift I will land. But I would like to be in control of the landing location as well as the landing itself. Certainly there is logic in recognizing there is a difference in the need to survive and a desire to thrive. What I want, is both. Will I find a way to achieve both by a trip to market?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
I have to get there first.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Haiku Monday: Crescent
Hesitant crescent
Insecure of happiness
Raggedy Ann smiles
Pillsbury crescents
Original, preserves taste
Nineteen sixties Mom
Siesta Beckons
Play! Crescent Beach volleyball
Sand crusted six packs
Istanbul reveals
Architectural thieving
Crescents once Crosses
By the crescent light
Dad's tapping foot and crooning
Silvery lessons
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Honeysuckle Optiput
Get ready y'all.The 2011 color of the year is here.
Pretty soon this color choice will be saturating markets of every description.
Leatrice Eiseman, of the Pantone Color Institute, made this beserk statement:
" In times of stress we need something to lift our spirits. Honeysuckle Pink is a captivating, stimulating color that gets the adrenaline going, perfect to ward off the blues"
Excuse me Leatrice,
I think adrenaline release is the body's response to stress and you want to stimulate more of this?
Okay then, honeysuckle it is .
Of the collection shown here,
my favorite is the take out carton.
I hope it is biodegradeable.
If not we will see the landfills from space.
I wonder if Leatrice has one of those skin tones which glows when accented by Honeysuckle Pink?
I do not. I can don that color and be instantly transformed into the Queen of splotch. And for those who have bright olive complexions? Well, jaudice will be their new "in" look.
I read this will be THE bridesmaid color for 2011.
Poor girls.
They will have to make a new movie,
"The 28th Dress" .
It will be a horror movie.
Everyone knows the thing teens and tweens need most in this world is more stimulation. Right, a little more adrenalin activated excitement.
To go with this rash of "must haves" in pink
Visa is on board
with the introduction of the newest Honeysuckle Pink credit card.
Are you feeling inspired yet? Stimulated to spend on the trend?
See those hip slung skinny legged jeans?
The reality coming to a future near you is:
Very round teens
In tight pink jeans
Oozin out from above
Showing tattoo love
Allover their pink extremes!
Yeah, we are all looking forward to this Leatrice.
Worse things are coming!
The last appointment of FishyDesigns with a StepfordBarbie desiring a "lipstick pink" bedroom with a curtained bed alcove with mirrored ceiling was in the 1980's. I declined her custom.
This room is beautifully designed, with good balance of scale, light, textures. But honestly
do you not expect to see Doris Day in there too? I feel kind of sorry for the poodles which will be dyed to match.
Next week, I am off to Market. I have a bit of anxiety that I will be trapped in packed elevators and showrooms with buyers exhibiting adrenalin stress overloads from the assault of Honeysuckle Pink
in every corner of the massive market buildings. I will endure company reps in a state of mania from spending a week encapsulated in Pepto Bismol Pink as they again and again guide people to view every conceivable object in this intense color .
O.M.G.
Seriously.
Does even one of you know a single human who would willing occupy this pink on pink on pink room?
Pink Lemonade Honeysuckle
Is a beautiful , sweet smelling, bee happy flower.
For every Spring of my life I can remember,
I look forward to that very first whiff of Honeysuckle. I have adored Honeysuckle as an attraction for birds to my gardens. I've loved the smell , the look, the introduction of a fine season to be.
Never once did I think it should take over my life.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Party Wrap
I surely enjoyed my first blog party. It was far bigger and busier than I ever expected. I am again struck by the notion of what an unusual group this is.
There are other boggy communities I visit. Some about small business, some for designers, some for horsey people. But even though I enjoy these other locations, it isn't the same as here.
Here we are a group of diverse interests but somehow this community is a staple in the lives of the regulars. I find this a present in my life. Blessings on you all.
Okay back to the games!
There are some limericks I didn't get posted before the deadlines. Maybe it was the bubbles. When I set about cleaning up my office I tore scribbled sheets off the legal pad and tossed 'em in the trash. Later I knocked the basket over. When I picked up the limericks scratch pad I read a bit and found myself laughing out loud at the foolishness written there.
In my family I am known for writing really bad, really funny "poetry". Back in middle school, about the same time I was getting over my first heart break, I also got a poetry writing homework assignment. We had all been encouraged to " write what you feel". What I was feeling was that mix of hurt and anger that accompanies a break up. So my poem was this:
Unfortunately for me, an older sibling found my homework and broadcast her findings to the merriment of all.
So bravely and foolishly, for your merriment, I will now post all the limericks. It was my intent to write limericks about all the game hosts for our virtual party. But the more I partied .. well you know. Some were posted over at Aunty's games, some are as they were in the trash, others have now been completed. May you all have a good laugh.
There is a fine Aunty from Natchez
Her batiste is always in patches
When she was asked why
She replied wif a sigh,
When I itches, I scratches!
Boxer, our dog decorating host
Encourages competitive posts
Her motives are clear
A profitable new year
For charities coast to coast!
TROLL:
Gameleader Troll returned to our blogs
Makin' us happy as mud swallowed hogs
Beat my best score!
He challeged by roar,
Alas, no score! Effective egg nogs!
TopEggy's brunch looks tres yummy,
Really teasing this virtual tummy
With culinary feats galore
And new drinkies to explore?
Woe! that I'm home with my Honey.
Moi professed her big love for Ivan
And confessed her marathon strivin'
But first there was brunch,
To be followed by lunch
What amazing caloric connivin!
Strung papers and glue gunning stickery
Resulted from classes with Chickory
Our fingers are sore
From helpin the poor
But goodness is everyones victory !
( still LOL over her word "flabulous" )
Michelle the First Lady Slacker
Rides a smiling poll taking tracker
" For Dumbama!" she claims
While gripping the reins
No wonder the media all back her!
There are other boggy communities I visit. Some about small business, some for designers, some for horsey people. But even though I enjoy these other locations, it isn't the same as here.
Here we are a group of diverse interests but somehow this community is a staple in the lives of the regulars. I find this a present in my life. Blessings on you all.
Okay back to the games!
There are some limericks I didn't get posted before the deadlines. Maybe it was the bubbles. When I set about cleaning up my office I tore scribbled sheets off the legal pad and tossed 'em in the trash. Later I knocked the basket over. When I picked up the limericks scratch pad I read a bit and found myself laughing out loud at the foolishness written there.
In my family I am known for writing really bad, really funny "poetry". Back in middle school, about the same time I was getting over my first heart break, I also got a poetry writing homework assignment. We had all been encouraged to " write what you feel". What I was feeling was that mix of hurt and anger that accompanies a break up. So my poem was this:
"If you love me no more
Drop dead on the floor"
So bravely and foolishly, for your merriment, I will now post all the limericks. It was my intent to write limericks about all the game hosts for our virtual party. But the more I partied .. well you know. Some were posted over at Aunty's games, some are as they were in the trash, others have now been completed. May you all have a good laugh.
AUNTY:
There is a fine Aunty from Natchez
Her batiste is always in patches
When she was asked why
She replied wif a sigh,
When I itches, I scratches!
BOXER:
Boxer, our dog decorating host
Encourages competitive posts
Her motives are clear
A profitable new year
For charities coast to coast!
TROLL:
Gameleader Troll returned to our blogs
Makin' us happy as mud swallowed hogs
Beat my best score!
He challeged by roar,
Alas, no score! Effective egg nogs!
EGGY:
TopEggy's brunch looks tres yummy,
Really teasing this virtual tummy
With culinary feats galore
And new drinkies to explore?
Woe! that I'm home with my Honey.
MOI;
Moi professed her big love for Ivan
And confessed her marathon strivin'
But first there was brunch,
To be followed by lunch
What amazing caloric connivin!
CHICKORY:
Strung papers and glue gunning stickery
Resulted from classes with Chickory
Our fingers are sore
From helpin the poor
But goodness is everyones victory !
( still LOL over her word "flabulous" )
GENERAL:
Michelle the First Lady Slacker
Rides a smiling poll taking tracker
" For Dumbama!" she claims
While gripping the reins
No wonder the media all back her!
Friday, December 31, 2010
The Chickory NYE Challenge
It started with an issue of my Mothers favorite publication and a poor graphic print out
grid boards make the measuring and cutting part really efficient
A little marker work to fill in the blanks from the poor print job
Well, the magazine covers idea does work but a better quality paper would be an improvement.
Wow! I need to level my file cabinets.
Happy New Year to Each and Every One
May there never be a chocolate shortage!
grid boards make the measuring and cutting part really efficient
A little marker work to fill in the blanks from the poor print job
Well, the magazine covers idea does work but a better quality paper would be an improvement.
Wow! I need to level my file cabinets.
Happy New Year to Each and Every One
May there never be a chocolate shortage!
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Good Morning Brain :-)
Mermaid gave me this book for Christmas.
In my industry there is a boomlet leading up to the holidays but not during the holidays. Christmas is not a good week to send all your furniture out to get reupholstered or paint your Kitchen or move into your new home. So typically, my Decembers are slower. I take vacation time and I get restless. Some might say when I am restless I am also irritable. Even cranky. Maybe impossible. My business life mostly returns to normal just after Epiphany. But during the 12 days of Christmas I have few commitments. In times past I used this window of opportunity to do all the end of year chores but since all of that is on a spread sheet now I just push a button and it's done. To tell the truth, I am not even the person pushing the button.
Mermaid and Blowfish routinely encourage me to do creative things for my own enjoyment. To explore my love for all things creative in ways which differ from the volumetric art which is interior design. This book is a collection of creative problem solving exercises. They could also be described as fairly typical art school assignments. Here is today's challenge from page 158:
" Do you remember the lunchbox thermos? OK, how about lunchboxes? Lunch?
Lunchbox thermoses were the defacto standard for transporting liquid refreshment to school, work, anywhere that such refreshments would be needed, The lunchbox thermos would fit perfectly in the lunchbox, and wold be blazoned with whatever character/design adorned the lunchbox itself. Usually made of plastic, the lunchbox thermos had a screwtop lid, then a second topper which doubled as a cup, complete with handle. The beauty of the lunchbox thermos was it kept things hot or cold, depending on what you needed. Alas, modern packaging has rendered our old friend obsolete. Water in plastic bottles, fruit punch in aluminum pouches,milk in cardboard cartons with straws. The lunchbox thermos just can't compete anymore. Your TASK today is to come up with 10 alternative uses for the lunchbox thermos."
I've come up with several new uses.
So far my favorite is to use it for the sanitary transporting of my toothbrush
just to annoy the TSA.
How about a really cool sewing kit? Pin cushion built into the cap so it will stay put and soforth.
You could make a pretty interesting bird feeder or bird house.
I can't but wonder what would happen if I showed up at Starbucks asking for a
refill.
I could list all ten but really what I want to do is share this task with each of you :-)
Please leave in the comment section your ten, or two or just one great one would be welcome.
I anticipate great responses. Afterall I've read your haikus!
In my industry there is a boomlet leading up to the holidays but not during the holidays. Christmas is not a good week to send all your furniture out to get reupholstered or paint your Kitchen or move into your new home. So typically, my Decembers are slower. I take vacation time and I get restless. Some might say when I am restless I am also irritable. Even cranky. Maybe impossible. My business life mostly returns to normal just after Epiphany. But during the 12 days of Christmas I have few commitments. In times past I used this window of opportunity to do all the end of year chores but since all of that is on a spread sheet now I just push a button and it's done. To tell the truth, I am not even the person pushing the button.
Mermaid and Blowfish routinely encourage me to do creative things for my own enjoyment. To explore my love for all things creative in ways which differ from the volumetric art which is interior design. This book is a collection of creative problem solving exercises. They could also be described as fairly typical art school assignments. Here is today's challenge from page 158:
" Do you remember the lunchbox thermos? OK, how about lunchboxes? Lunch?
Lunchbox thermoses were the defacto standard for transporting liquid refreshment to school, work, anywhere that such refreshments would be needed, The lunchbox thermos would fit perfectly in the lunchbox, and wold be blazoned with whatever character/design adorned the lunchbox itself. Usually made of plastic, the lunchbox thermos had a screwtop lid, then a second topper which doubled as a cup, complete with handle. The beauty of the lunchbox thermos was it kept things hot or cold, depending on what you needed. Alas, modern packaging has rendered our old friend obsolete. Water in plastic bottles, fruit punch in aluminum pouches,milk in cardboard cartons with straws. The lunchbox thermos just can't compete anymore. Your TASK today is to come up with 10 alternative uses for the lunchbox thermos."
I've come up with several new uses.
So far my favorite is to use it for the sanitary transporting of my toothbrush
just to annoy the TSA.
How about a really cool sewing kit? Pin cushion built into the cap so it will stay put and soforth.
You could make a pretty interesting bird feeder or bird house.
I can't but wonder what would happen if I showed up at Starbucks asking for a
refill.
I could list all ten but really what I want to do is share this task with each of you :-)
Please leave in the comment section your ten, or two or just one great one would be welcome.
I anticipate great responses. Afterall I've read your haikus!
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