tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855856123871700301.post4675388447596719572..comments2023-06-10T20:22:01.348+08:00Comments on The Society of Honor by Joe America: My Brain is a StrangerThe Society of Honorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536906267332687130noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855856123871700301.post-22987732042895631952010-05-07T16:41:15.564+08:002010-05-07T16:41:15.564+08:00M.E.,
Friendship is indeed one of the riches. And...M.E.,<br /><br />Friendship is indeed one of the riches. And as for women . . . only conclusion is there are riches there, too.<br /><br />JoeThe Society of Honorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02536906267332687130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855856123871700301.post-778223976034925652010-05-07T15:54:13.396+08:002010-05-07T15:54:13.396+08:00joe am,
Two thoughts came to mind.
One:
There is...joe am,<br /><br />Two thoughts came to mind.<br /><br /><b>One</b>:<br />There is a sense of being of who we are, perspectively. With the right mannerism, and how we should present ourselves towards others. Then again, there is always that certain individual that does not agree with you. But what the hell, we have it made better than they. With a little bit of vested planning for the brighter future ahead, I am so there. This is the best way I can out smarted them, knowledge is not all that great you know. Friendship is.<br /><br /><b>Two</b>:<br />I was in Thenashman blogsite the other night, just kind mingled in, to my curiosity. To my surprise, <b>wow</b>! is not the word, more like, damn, those two "<b>dames</b>" was hot. Then, my arrogant manly ass behavior thought, man would I like to have those two in my..., let's leave at that, and make no conclusion neither joe am.Marrcoism Experiencehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10166357456852716316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855856123871700301.post-56650906730702985692010-05-06T20:14:54.439+08:002010-05-06T20:14:54.439+08:00benigno,
There you go, making extraordinarily pro...benigno,<br /><br />There you go, making extraordinarily profound sense again. Maybe that is why I feel alive here, much richer somehow, than I did in my happy land existence in the US. <br /><br />JoeThe Society of Honorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02536906267332687130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855856123871700301.post-88793016264446512252010-05-06T18:30:08.463+08:002010-05-06T18:30:08.463+08:00Well, that just goes to show how little we know ab...Well, that just goes to show how little we know about even our own "consciousness". I read somewhere that the adult mind is actually conscious just 20% of the time <i>during its waking hours</i>. Most of the time is spent on almost automated routine tasks that we have become so adept at (such as driving, and engaging in idle banter with co-workers) that we no longer require engagement of our higher-level thinking faculties. In that sense young children are more conscious than adults -- because everything is new to them and their minds are fully engaged a higher proportion of time than the adult mind in the day-to-day task of making sense of the world around them.<br /><br />Perhaps we migrants are fortunate, Joe. Because we had transplanted ourselves from our comfort zone and made a go at a completely new environment, we have, in a sense, become children again and therefore will have walked thru a larger chunk of our adult life with our minds engaged with an intensity not seen since we were kids. For example, unlike when living among your compatriots, in a foreign land, even a casual social conversation with a native requires more concentration than normal. Your senses and attention are more engaged as you try to sift through vernacular and idiomatic phrases that you technically know but have not internalised.benign0https://www.blogger.com/profile/08022916216097762181noreply@blogger.com