Mass-Hypnosis

Did you hear the one I just made up about the rebellious pagan retailer? 

He held a "Winter Solstice in July" sale every year.

On this dreary day I spun the Follow Your Bliss compass, and the dial landed on "Study something new to expand your body, mind, spirit."  I decided to add something to the end of that instruction: "which will also help you to meet the deadline for your magazine article that's due next week."  So I did some more research into the ancient Near Eastern concept of a three-tiered universe.  Blissful?  Indeed!  Especially when I did some impromptu globe-hopping and lost myself in various Native American creation myths.

This puzzle grid contains several big words. Can you find them? (The grid is a sentence from the renowned HBO series "Deadwood." Actually, the word "renowned" is hidden within the grid. So is a 7-letter word referring to the retention of juvenile features in an adult animal.)

• 7-letter words: 11
• 8-letter words: 7
• 9-letter words: 2

All letters in the word must touch (in any direction), and no square may be reused.

Click to display solutions

From Prof. Oddfellow's sketchbook:

The other day a woman tearfully recalled a traumatic moment from her childhood.  Her mother had sent her on an errand, and she had failed.  Her mother confronted her, saying that she must try again, threatening that if she failed this time, she needn't bother coming home ever again.  Though six decades had passed, that merciless confrontation was as real in this woman's mind as if it had happened today.  And that got me to thinking: if physicists and philosophers are correct that linear time is illusory (and I have no reason to doubt them), then there's nothing wrong with dwelling on the past or daydreaming about the future.  In fact, reminiscing about long-distant events could actually be empowering.  In the absence of linear time, everything in our lives is happening simultaneously.  When we dwell on a so-called past event, we're bringing additional consciousness to that timeless moment.  On those occasions when we feel especially alert, perhaps even anticipating (as if through precognition) what's about to happen, it might be because in the so-called future our minds are racing back to that event, bringing new focus and increased knowledge or wisdom.  In other words, perhaps our "future" selves are offering the benefit of hindsight, in advance, as it were.  In any case, if linear time is an illusion then past events are as "real" as anything in the present.  All I know for sure is that I'll never tell anyone to "get over" the past again.

If linear time is an illusion, then daydreaming about the future might be related to future memories.  When we set goals, we're simply remembering the future.  That's why goal-setting helps to ensure success—it's a self-fulfilling prophecy, a foregone conclusion.  When we daydream about the future, perhaps it's our future-selves thinking back, saying, "Look how far I've come!"  Or perhaps it's our future-selves offering a little solace, saying, "Cheer up, kiddo—things will get better."

I've always loved Ram Dass' teaching: "Be here now."  I can't help but consider some slight revisions: "Be there now" and "Be then now."

My four-year-old nephew recently drew a picture of his mother, and I was struck by the similarity to the paleolithic fertility goddess known as the "Venus of Wilendorf" (c. 24,000-22,000 BCE).  My nephew identified the circle above his mother's head as a halo.  Interestingly, his mother isn't obese.  Perhaps he was channeling the generous figure that was idealized by his ancient ancestors.  Or perhaps his mother's art history degree (earned pre-conception) affected his DNA? 

Last weekend I reorganized my bookcase according to spine color.  The colors move in a zig-zag pattern, from top left (brown) to top right (red), then right to left (red to orange and yellow), and so on.  My friend Ken cautioned me not to "judge a book by its color."

Why are pieces of paper good mediators?
They see two sides to everything.

What did the piece of paper say at the poker game?
I fold.

How can you tell a paper lifeguard?
The watermark.

How did the stand-up comedian paper airplane start his act?
"I just flew in from Jersey and boy are my arms tired!"

Legal sized paper: the long and the short of it.

Making Things Look Easy

From Prof. Oddfellow's sketchbook:

Illusion of Terror

I dreamed I was a miscreant.

Lure of Sex

• a set of shot glasses
• a crystal ball
• a transparent novelty toilet seat
• a clear quartz pendant
• a beveled glass suncatcher
• translucent sandals
• a clear vinyl shower curtain
• a clear rain poncho
• a set of empty CD cases
• bottled water
• a clear glass paperweight
• plastic wrap
• acrylic martini glasses
• a crystal clear iPOD NANO case
• a pressed glass serving platter
• a cut lead crystal flower vase
• a window pane
• a clear plastic comb
• an invisible painting
• a lucite and mirror coffee table

Awaking from a deep sleep, I experienced that uncanny phenomenon in which everything appears new and familiar all at once.  It was almost psychedelic, the way I seemed to see beneath the surface of things.  All veils of subjectivity—the distorting filters of my own expectations, fears, and desires—were stripped away.  The air was alive with the colored light of dawn.  All was revealed to be in a state of flux.  The random movements of the swarming seagulls out my window seemed governed by some higher ordering principle.  The plants and trees seemed to be hovering above the architecture.  Everything everywhere seemed to be vibrantly humming in excitement and joy.  On top of it all, time seemed to have no meaning.  It was like standing at the South Pole.  All the time zones come together at the end of the world.  A single pirouette can last an eternity.

A lot of people assume that Willy Wonka was independently wealthy.  But that's not the case.  He had a sugar daddy.

Love

I dreamed they called me "The Terminator."