Saturday, December 31, 2011

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

A touch of red

She is smiling, I smile back.

Image: "The fallen lip" by Sarah Illenberger
Hat tip to Enrique at Philosophisches and Literariches.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Wishing-list from childhood

A box of 48 colored pencil in a box of iron was on my mind when I was a child. Cardboard box would ruin it all.
It is still expensive, I guess, but I think I'll have it one day and I hope they smell good.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

The doorway therapy

I did read this study by Professor Gabriel Radvansky about the hypothesis that when we pass through a doorway we have memory lapses.
"Recalling the decision or activity that was made in a different room is difficult because it has been compartmentalized."

As a mental health advocate, thus seeing all kind of strange therapies and treatments, I tend to see these hypotheses and their experiments as funny and I cannot help thinking that a new therapy is born: the patient that suffers from a trauma will pass through X number of doorways and will be healed.
The number of doorways will be stipulated after some experiments but we can already give a chart:

- trauma caused by divorce: 10 doorways a day for a period of three months;

- trauma caused by lost job: 5 doorways a day for a period of one month because if one is traumatized by job problems in a era where there are no jobs it makes no sense;

- trauma caused by child abuse: depends on the age of the person but usually 50 doorways a day for two years;

- trauma caused by being in the battlefield: same as for child abuse.

If you have any doubt or want to make your own schedule please contact Dr Embromation Schapiro, M.D., PhD, member of APA, AMA, AACAP, FDA, Harvard researcher, and shareholder of many labs, by sending an e-mail to embromation@hotmail. com but don't forget to take your pills.

Monday, December 12, 2011

My dog

My dog has cancer.

Nothing else to say now. Be back later.
My house without her? How will it be?
I think I'll leave for a while the day... you know... that day...
I will never let her suffer. Not even for one second.

Update: December, 22
It is very hot now. She stays at the kitchen sleeping the whole day. Hardly asks to be pet.
I'm scared.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Because of the colors

I just wanted to add some colors at this page..
It is a color party.
I like this blog cause I do what I want when I want.