Archive for April, 2010

Freaky Friday: Ohm, Mahnee, Pahdmay, E=MCsquared

by Richard

Toss the coffee. Flush the energy drink. If you’re trying to keep up with those perpetual motors we call little dudes and dudettes, there might be a better way to help you think your way around those obstacles you love so much: It’s called meditation. No, really.

Scientists have found in a recent study that brief periods of meditation can help to improve your cognition, that is make your thinkin’ parts do more, um, thinkin’ better.

While past research using neuroimaging technology has shown that meditation techniques can promote significant changes in brain areas associated with concentration, it has always been assumed that extensive training was required to achieve this effect. Though many people would like to boost their cognitive abilities, the monk-like discipline required seems like a daunting time commitment and financial cost for this benefit.

Surprisingly, the benefits may be achievable even without all the work. Though it sounds almost like an advertisement for a “miracle” weight-loss product, new research now suggests that the mind may be easier to cognitively train than we previously believed. Psychologists studying the effects of a meditation technique known as “mindfulness ” found that meditation-trained participants showed a significant improvement in their critical cognitive skills (and performed significantly higher in cognitive tests than a control group) after only four days of training for only 20 minutes each day.

I dunno, but it sounds doable to me. Of course, I’m the idiot who thought it was a good idea to try and use dish soap in the dishwasher and didn’t expect to see all those bubbles flowing all over my kitchen floor, so I’m not sure if I’m the right person to start advocating this. Still. What the heck. Competence or lack thereof has never stopped me before, so why now?

The experiment involved 63 student volunteers, 49 of whom completed the experiment. Participants were randomly assigned in approximately equivalent numbers to one of two groups, one of which received the meditation training while the other group listened for equivalent periods of time to a book (J.R.R. Tolkein’s The Hobbit) being read aloud. Prior to and following the meditation and reading sessions, the participants were subjected to a broad battery of behavioral tests assessing mood, memory, visual attention, attention processing, and vigilance.

Both groups performed equally on all measures at the beginning of the experiment. Both groups also improved following the meditation and reading experiences in measures of mood, but only the group that received the meditation training improved significantly in the cognitive measures. The meditation group scored consistently higher averages than the reading/listening group on all the cognitive tests and as much as ten times better on one challenging test that involved sustaining the ability to focus, while holding other information in mind.

So, I guess what they’re saying is that one ring really doesn’t rule them all. Either that, or they found the Lord of the Rings as insufferably boring as I did.

The meditation training involved in the study was an abbreviated “mindfulness” training regime modeled on basic “Shamatha skills” from a Buddhist meditation tradition, conducted by a trained facilitator. As described in the paper, “participants were instructed to relax, with their eyes closed, and to simply focus on the flow of their breath occurring at the tip of their nose. If a random thought arose, they were told to passively notice and acknowledge the thought and to simply let ‘it’ go, by bringing the attention back to the sensations of the breath.” Subsequent training built on this basic model, teaching physical awareness, focus, and mindfulness with regard to distraction.

I love the irony here. In order to think better, you’ve got to settle down, clear your mind and do no thinking at all. I wonder if that’ll help me with the diet. To lose the weight, I’ve got to sample the food even more. Hmm. This might have possibilities.

Seriously, this does sound good.However, I have one teeny, tiny problem with this. If we’re going to be using this to help us outthink the little dudes and dudettes running riot through our house, when are we going to get the 20 minutes a day to train ourselves and then the time we need to settle down calmly and start doing the actual meditation?

I don’t know about you, but I’m certainly not going to get up any earlier than I’m already forced to do just so I can do this. Maybe I can come up with a solution. Let me meditate on it for a while. Wait! What?

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The First Of May (Sorta)

by Richard

With the first of May coming up, I thought you dudes might like to enjoy a nice song about just that thing.

I must warn you, though, this song definitely isn’t safe for work or, heck, even for little ears. Well, not safe if anyone’s actually paying attention to the words, that is.

It’s internet-phenom and great musician, Jonathan Coulton singing his own stuff. Very funny man. Great singer/songwriter/guitar player.

Give him a listen and enjoy.

Um, sorry.

I was going to embed the thing so you could watch the video here, but, well, we’re a family website. Which means we don’t stamp out stuff people find objectionable, we just go somewhere else to see it. Like, for instance, right here.

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Dude Review: Kick-A** (sigh)

by Richard

It took a while, more than a week since the movie first showed up in theaters, but I finally got a chance to see the next-to-latest (don’t forget about The Losers) movie based on a comic book. It’s called Kick-Ass (and, no, I’m not going to spell it with the asterisks like I did in the title and like so many newspaper ads and movie boards did.) and it does not live up to its name.

Sure, fine, it’s an all right movie, but it’s not spectacular. Nothing like The Dark Knight or Spider-Man. Those movies were revelatory. This movie was all right, but it rather wallowed in filth, both verbal and physical, for shock value and in place of actual character growth.

So. The movie is based on the comic book written by Mark Millar with art by John Romita Jr. While the book was a nihilistic, misogynistic, racist movie with a lot of swearing, the book managed to remove most of the nihilism and racism to come up with a plot that meanders along in between moments of extreme violence.

The basic premise of the movie is that average everyman Dave Lizewski, comic-b0ok fan, high-school nobody and rumored homosexual, asks why no one has ever put on a costume and fought crime before. Obviously Dave has never heard of Real Life Superheroes over at the Super Hero Registry. That sort of thing’s been going on for a while. So, oops.

Dave puts on a wetsuit costume and goes out to fight crime. He promptly gets stabbed and then run over by a car. After he recovers, with more metal in his skeleton than there are skeletons in Hollywood closets, he goes back to school and finds out that the girl of his dreams (the most popular girl in school) wants to be his friend. Turns out, she thinks he’s gay. He goes along with it to get closer to her.

Stuff happens. Nic Cage (Big Daddy) shows up, along with Chloƫ Grace Moretz (Hit Girl), an 11-year-old girl who likes nothing better than killing scumbags (the bloodier the better) and swearing. A lot. More stuff happens. More people die. The nominal bad guy gets his in a deeply ironic and slightly amusing fashion. The end. But, of course, left open for a sequel.

I’ve got a lot of problems with this, but I think I’ll actually focus on character. At one point, Dave confesses to Katie (the hot girl of his dreams) that he’s not actually gay. This comes after a scene where they are both in their under wear slathering self tan on each other. It’s okay because he’s gay. Ha, ha. Instead of getting cranked off beyond all previous conceptions of cranked off, Katie decides to find it cute that Dave lied to her and took advantage of her, look past Dave’s intentional geeky look and make him a non-virgin and her new boyfriend.

Seriously? Really? Yeah, really.

This attempt at a deconstruction of the super-hero tropes and myths really doesn’t make it either as a straight super hero movie or as a satire. It ends up as a place to go to see blood splashing the screen. Of course, George of the Jungle and his friends loved it.

The movie’s justly rated R and should not be seen by the little dudes. Or, really, by anyone.

I’d give it 1.5 dudes out of five, if only because I thought ChloĆ« Grace Moretz stole every scene in which she appeared.

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