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3 hours 27 min ago
by kwanb

This is another of those serendipitous finds, browsing in the bookstore that was very readable and instructive. Both because I work in finance (ex-investment banker) and from a martial arts / sports / health perspective there is a lot of material here that expanded my thinking. 
The subtitle for the book is called "Risk Taking, Gut Feelings and the Biology of Boom and Bust" and it is by the neuro-scientist and former Wall Street Trader John Coates. In order to piggy back of the seemingly insatiable demand for books on the credit crisis of 2008, most reviews and editorials have focused upon the risk taking side of the book and how pressures of trading can change the biological composition of your body, how this impacts your appetite for risk thus having the potential to cause booms and busts in stock markets and the broader economy.  A substantial part of the book is about that and uses a very useful trick by studying a trio of fictional fixed income (bond) traders during the 2008 crisis to illustrate his points, and this keeps the text from becoming too academic or dry.
But what also interested me was the more general topic on how we are not disembodied brains who make rational decisions, but that our thinking is very much impacted by how our body and our senses. There is a lot of analysis here how our brain regions processing our reasoning skills are intricately tangled up with our motor circuits and there is a whole level of activity where there is a feedback loop between our hormones and our thinking, and a lot of this is on a pre-conscious level.  Reading the book helps explain gut instincts, and how during the most powerful moments of your life - satisfying  moments of flow, of insight, of love and traumatic moments of fear anger and stress- you lose any feeling of the split between mind and body and the two merge as one. 
From the perspective of my blog, there is information here on how human's differ from other animals in that they can learn complex movements which are not instinctual, such as dance music and martial arts and how these are stored in different parts of the brain as we train then to an instinctual level. On how the best traders, who have the quickest perceptions and best "gut feeling" usually are physically quite well developed as the two are intimately linked, and there are many ex-olympians and jocks on the trading floor. On how winning can influence our testosterone levels to keep us winning and this matters in sports (and by extension in one-on-one combat) as well as on the trading floor. On how we can train and improve our sensitivity to what is going on internally in our bodies to better understand what is going in terms of our stress levels and how it affects our rational thinking. And also many health tips on managing stress (including the importance of cold water baths and showers), and how small amounts of stress and challenge are actually good for us and our health.
[The hour] between dog and wolf, that is, dusk, when the two cannot be distinguished from each other, suggests a lot of other things besides the time of day ... the hour in which ... every being becomes his own shadow, and thus something other than himself. The hour of metamorphoses, when the people half hope, half fear that a dog will become a wolf. The hour that comes to us from at least as far back as the Middle Ages, when country people believed that the transformation might happen at any moment. 
- Jean Genet Prisoner of Love 

The book was packaged well and built on some other books in the same genre and is easily readable. If you liked this you may like some other books such as:
The Body has a Mind of its own : How Body Maps in your Brain help you to do (Almost anything better) Thinking, Fast and SlowBlink: The Power of Thinking without Thinking  

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6 hours 41 min ago
by Myzerowaste

Mrs Green gets a full time gardener..

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16 hours 59 min ago
by Stacy Vajta

Your transformation continues! Today, for the first time in 26,000 years, the Sun and Moon, and the constellation responsible for our spiritual evolution and ascension … my favorite and yours… the mystical Pleiades will align in a spectacular, full Annular Solar Eclipse. Those of us in the western United States can view the solar eclipse [...]

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20 hours 56 min ago
by fishgirl

...Next on your agenda should be a trip to the Southeastern Center for Contemporary Art. Currently they are showing some amazing works done by several artists all using paper as their medium.... Continue reading →

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23 hours 44 min ago
by 2ndgreenrevolution

Last week I wrote about parking lots and my distaste for them. While parking garages are a much better use of land, they can be quite ugly.

My argument today is not an aesthetic one though. While riding the light rail the other day (where I also composed this op-ed), I passed a large parking garage, four levels high or so. Right before getting on the train I walked passed another one downtown. The downtown garage had shops and restaurants on the ground floor, a good use of space, especially in the urban center. However, it is this other garage that got me thinking.

When explorers landed on Rapa Nui (aka Easter Island), what did they think of the giant moai (see the image accompanying this post), the enormous stone statues that populated the coastline? Those vestiges are pretty much the line remnants of a once powerful civilization. Jared Diamond writes about them in Collapse, as well as an article for Discover magazine several years ago. He likens the stone statues to the massive homes built by Hollywood producers, namely the 50,000+ square foot home of Aaron Spelling (recently featured on HGTV). Diamond makes the argument that these shows of power waste resources in an attempt to mark one’s territory by showing off their wealth. The disregard for consumption inevitably led to the downfall of civilization on Rapa Nui.

I realize this is a bit of a stretch to parking garages, but will future civilizations view them similarly? Will they be seen as monuments to the car, an anachronistic structure that sucked up resources (both the garage itself and the cars they housed)? My intention is not to paint a stark picture in which people do not play a role, or in which vehicles are a relic of some bygone era. Rather, as pointed out in another recent post, the future might hold some semblance of pedestrian-centric ethos that will make parking garages the Stonehenge of the future.

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23 hours 48 min ago
by Liara Covert

Know there are fun people to encounter and delight you around every corner. Stay in a general state of positive expectation. Feel good. Be excited. Say and do things to uplift people. You need not explore unhappiness in order to experience happiness. Joy is here now. Express it. Allow it to flow freely through you and notice what happens to the world around you.

Consider this: its not your job to always identify things that make you happy. The vision itself does not matter but how you feel does.  Imagine what inspires you and create uplifting feelings.  Allow yourself to feel impatient, disappointed or negative, and block light-heartedness, as well as seeing what is here.  As you choose to love where you are and have fun wherever you go, everything hits the spot.  You stop looking for what you already have.

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1 day 22 min ago
by artimundi

On Wednesday, to my great delight I saw the astonishing snail shell bee in action.

Earlier this year Trevor had very kindly emailed to tell me of a probable Osmia bicolour nesting location quite close by and so, on the only hopeful bee spotting day last week, we spent a fascinating couple of hours on a chilly but dry morning scanning a local south facing scrubby bank.

We were looking for the female Osmia bicolour bee who so charmingly finds  ready made homes in empty snail shells. She is quite small and extremely pretty with brilliantly coloured dark ginger hairs on her abdomen and a black head and thorax and not that easy to see in amongst the scrub and leaves. The first one we saw was just resting in a fleeting patch of sun and if she had been the only one I saw I would have been happy but like any good TV reality show the walk just got better.

 

None of my photos do justice to this lovely bee and her endeavours.. They are very quick and I had great trouble trying to focus but it is a record.

We then saw Bee number two, first examining an empty snail shell and then moving it around .. presumably to get the opening in the right position and sheltered from rain. We could not quite see how she moved it but from what I have read and blogged about before, (see my more extensive  “Bee-on-a-Broomstick” post  from 2010) they pull rather than push, holding onto the ground with their jaws and dragging the shell.  How ever they do it, it’s some feat…its a very large shell for a very small bee!

Along the way we also saw many dainty little grizzled skipper butterflies for which the site is being managed and protected. Trevor explained that this was the perfect time to see them and we must have seen about a dozen making the most of a briefly sunny morning. Their status is “HIGH” on the Butterfly Conservation priority list and they are becoming increasingly rare.

The grizzled skipper

We saw a couple more Osmias as we walked along and hundreds of snail shells.. why there I wonder? And then just as we reached the end of the bank one bee flew down into the grass to an almost completely invisible shell tucked in amongst some tufty leaves and I watched in complete fascination as she flew backwards and forwards with more pieces of dried grass and twigs to cover up her home.
It was transfixing! She was so very quick and so very busy, bringing now a short piece, then a longer piece and on one occasion a grass stem so long that its trailing end caught on all the surrounding tall grasses and had to be abandoned,  but not until she had made several frustrated approaches and landing attempts. The piece of grass must have been at least 8 times longer than the bee and her efforts were valiant, but you could see they were doomed. “No no”we said “get a smaller piece”.. its hard not to get involved!

You can just see the bee, the pale snail shell is just to her left. The long, abandoned, pale twig runs almost the full length of the foreground.

Here she is just over the shell having dropped off another stick.

We had to leave her to her building. She will have laid her eggs, maybe 5, in this shell nest, carefully partitioning off each cell with chewed grass and sealing up the end with more chewed grass and tiny pieces of stone. If all goes well the eggs will develop and the new bees will stay in their exquisitely designed home until the following spring.

I should add that we were very careful where we put our feet that day! I think I will be joining the Jain monks soon and shudder to think how many tiny things perish under a careless footfall.

We saw other wonderful things.. the tiny pretty field pansy, a huge female cuckoo bumblebee Bombus sylvestris, a brilliant Small Copper butterfly…

  

A beautiful lesser 3 bar moth…

an elegant green sawfly, beeflies and many more unidentifiable small mining bees,  but the snail shell bee was treat of the day for me.

Where do the Wild Bees live?

At the shows I am often asked “where do bees live” and there is no one easy answer, their nest choices are many and varied and I am learning more and more about their ingenuity and resourcefulness all the time.

Here in the Empty Garden I do, now, at last, have some Mason bees taking up residence in my bee house. 

A little black Hairy Footed Flower Bee has spent days excavating the roots of the struggling strawberry plants in the strawberry pot. She has left spoil heaps of soil on the paving stones and is constantly whizzing back and forth on a sunny day. Her high pitched zizzzz is quite distinctive.

There are big mining bees constantly trying to dig holes in the lawn and my friend Matthew gave me the remains of a Bombus pascuorum nest which had been found in a compost heap.

Many people have told me of Bumble Bee nests in birdboxes, often now the Tree Bumble Bee Bombus hypnorum and I have had several accounts of Leafcutter bees nesting in flower pots. Bombus lapidarius might be under your shed or in amongst tree roots.. and silly mining bees love to nest on well trodden paths with some predicable results.

On Friday I walked up behind the reservoir and found two sunny rape field margins where the pale dried surface of the earth was spotted with dark mounds of newly excavated damp soil. It looked like a little outbreak of measles.

 

A mining bee colony, Grafham, 18th May

Tiny mining bees were constantly coming and going, accompanied by what I think was a sand wasp who ran in and out of everything, both the bee nests and the newly formed cracks.

 

A pollen laden bee pauses over its nest hole before diving down

Sand wasp (??) emerging.

The mining bees are very funny and tend to sit just inside the nest.. in this field of pimples you know you are being watched by many tiny eyes.

A big Andrena bee was also investigating the holes but was far too large to get in. I was not really sure what it was doing.. whether it was lost perhaps or looking for a start.. why not use an existing burrow and save work, but these would have been a very tight fit. I do know that different species nest alongside each other but this seemed to be the only one of its kind here.  I wonder what the outcome was?

 

The Andrena bee investigating a hole..for size??

and taking a break, looking rather disconsolate after trying many holes.

The more I watch and learn, the more questions I have.. and biggest question of all is how can I possibly have enough time in one short life to answer even a few of them??  :)….
eg: Just why are there so many damp loving snails on a sunny dry bank in Cambridgeshire and why are the starlings stealing chunks of my newly planted lavender and chamomile. I read that they use it to fumigate their nests.. clever things!

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1 day 7 hours ago
by World Vitae

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1 day 11 hours ago
by ecocitizenaustralia

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While the idea of the electrical car is not new, the world’s complex ties with the petroleum industry has meant its entry into the consumer market has seen little traction. Now, however, General Motors is soon to release its volt electric car as a Holden, called the Holden Volt, in what will be one of the more commercial releases of an electric car in Australia to date.

Set to cost consumers $59,990, this Holden eco road warrior has a back up fuel tank when the car’s electrical range comes to an end. A feature sure not to leave anxious drivers of this electrical car stranded.

Taking about four hours to charge the volt electric car’s motor (via a regular household socket), the driver is assured 65 kilometres of travel before the need arises to kick in to the petrol motor. A perfect little runabout for getting the kids to school and/or doing the shopping. The petrol motor also takes users a further 400 kilometres before the car has to be plugged in or filled up.

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How exactly does the Volt electric car work?

The Holden Volt’s front wheels are driven by an electrical motor which is powered by a T-shaped battery which sits in the centre of the car. This battery is then charged by an on-board generator, which is powered by a four-cylinder petrol engine.

While GM has been attacked for powering an electrical car with a petrol engine, the design proposes an entry into the electrical market, while making sure wary drivers aren’t left stranded. And while many may think this may be not enough to mitigate the burning of fossil fuels, data from pre-released North American purchases suggest two-thirds of the volt’s buyers never use petrol.

In making the transition from electrical to petrol power the driver need merely apply rapid acceleration. A “sliding orb” to the right of the dashboard tells the user when the car is using or producing electricity. Other features tell the driver the range of electricity left, and what’s currently happening with the engine.

Downsides to Holden’s volt electrical car are that its components make it a trifle heavy, and any sudden jolt to the car can upset the car’s volt. Another is its affordability. While General Motors has effectively reinvented the electric car for commercial capacity, the next step is to lower its price.

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1 day 22 hours ago
by 2ndgreenrevolution

Dear Shel Silverstein,

My apologies for misusing, but hopefully not abusing the title of your wonderful work of poetry.

Cordially,

The Angry Pedestrian

Now that that’s out of the way, let me tell you about the place where the sidewalk never begins; it’s called the suburbs. I don’t live in the suburbs, but I had to go there the other day and “do some business.” As I mentioned in my introductory post, I do own a car. It was the car that dragged me to the suburbs. I took it in for a 2-year, 25,000 mile service; the odometer read 14,134 miles. I was under the impression that it was covered by the 2-year, 25,000 mile service package that came with the vehicle when I bought it. I was wrong.

I dropped off my car at the dealership’s service center and walked approximately one-half mile across the street to eat. That’s right, I walked half a mile to cross the street. Here is an aerial view of the intersection.  It’s mostly parking lots and, if memory serves, 9 lanes of traffic. I finally crossed the street only to find the sidewalk did not go to the restaurant at which I was hoping to eat. Instead I had to cut across some grass, the drive through lane, and the parking lot. The pedestrian loses again.

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