Blink

Blink is a book about those first few seconds that it takes your mind to jump to a series of conclusions or if you prefer rapid cognition. The author, Malcom Gladwell, thinks “those instant conclusions that we reach are really powerful and really important and, occasionally, really good. Gladwell also says:

You could also say that it's a book about intuition, except that I don't like that word. In fact it never appears in "Blink." Intuition strikes me as a concept we use to describe emotional reactions, gut feelings--thoughts and impressions that don't seem entirely rational. But I think that what goes on in that first two seconds is perfectly rational. It's thinking--its just thinking that moves a little faster and operates a little more mysteriously than the kind of deliberate, conscious decision-making that we usually associate with "thinking." In "Blink" I'm trying to understand those two seconds. What is going on inside our heads when we engage in rapid cognition? When are snap judgments good and when are they not? What kinds of things can we do to make our powers of rapid cognition better?


I find Gladwell's writing style is fluid and compelling. I devoured every chapter, every paragraph, every sentence, every wordÂ… His blog also contains quality writing. If only I had that much talent.

I am a thinker. I analyze. I ponder. I am one of those that takes a decision that needs to be made and dissects it. I put the pros on one side and the cons on the other. I take my time making a decision. Its not just decisions.… I think about everything. How many times have I declared that I am an over-thinker/over-analyzer? (
Here and here.) So why on earth would I like a book that is mainly about snap judgments? The reason being is that I agree with Gladwell. I think that in certain situations those judgments made based on first impressions are the best. He says:


We live in a society dedicated to the idea that we're always better off gathering as much information and spending as much time as possible in deliberation. As children, this lesson is drummed into us again and again: haste makes waste, look before you leap, stop and think. But I don't think this is true. There are lots of situations--particularly at times of high pressure and stress--when haste does not make waste, when our snap judgments and first impressions offer a much better means of making sense of the world.


Just read the book....


j.

Soggy

I had a two hour lunch at work today. And it wasn't even one of those on the sly two hour lunches either. Today, my employer had the staff appreciation picnic that they have every year. Now there roughly 1200 employees here.....I think that only half (or less) came out for the picnic. Still that is a whopping 500 people. So for the first 45 mins I stood in line for a hamburger of questionable quality, a bit of potato salad, a slice of watermelon, and a coke. Not exactly a quality meal but it was free and I didn't have to cook it so I won't complain too much. If I must complain, it would be about the standing in line.

For the rest of time I participated in a Survivor competition. Yes, you read correctly, Survivor. Different departments submitted teams and then we played little games modeled after the TV show. Fun enough but I have a complaint. Ya, I am full of them today. Why would one choose to hold the competition on the soggiest part of the green space? To make it more difficult? So the organizers could laugh at me when my feet slipped out from under me, I caught some air, landed on my ass with a thud, and then skidded 3 feet like was on a slip and slide? Yes, it definitely had to be that last one cause I did exactly that.

So now here I sit with a soggy bum. But at least I got out into the sunshine for a couple hours instead of being chained to my desk. I just wish I was dry...


j.


Kudos to Me!

Yay me! 3 posts in 2 days (which is a feat in itself!) and get this.....

NO SPELLING ERRORS!

I get a gold star...

Sorry, was just really proud of myself and I had to tell someone. Ok back to normal now....

j.

Body Language

Today as I observed the candidate speak in his native tongue it occurred to me that I have become adept in reading body language to infer meaning. I have had very little exposure to his language but as the instructor and him chatted I realized that I new exactly what he was talking about from his hand gestures and facial expressions. I confirmed this with the instructor at the conclusion of the interview.

It has been claimed that a number of basic elements of body language are universal across cultures. However, more refined gestures vary between cultures and they are usually learned by unconscious observation of the environment. ( Thanks for this Wikipedia!!) I have to agree with these statements. I know first hand...I picked up all sorts of gestures when I lived in Japan. I would point to my nose when saying "Me?" In North America we generally point to our chest. It was a habit that elicited snorts and chuckles from my friends. To this day I still catch myself doing it.

Fascinating stuff...

j.

The Breakup

Fluffy cute romantic comedy that the trailer suggests? No. Once again the raging masses have been misinformed. I find it funny that the marketing machine insists on distorting our perception of a movie by pulling out the funny one-liners to compose the trailer. Why did I go? I went because a friend suggested it. I was unsure. Ok, ok, I admit it, the title appealed to me given the events of the past few months.

I laughed. Deep gut-busting laughter. I cried. Big fat tears that rolled down my cheeks and dripped off my chin. All I can say is...see this movie.

j.


5 hours

I met him 2 years ago.

3 months later we stopped talking.

1 months ago he called out of the blue. It was 1 month after I was dumped. Perfect timing.

We talked for 3 hours that night. I was bitter and cynical towards men. He sensed that and has been careful with me. And when the comments slip through my lips he will gently remind me that not all guys are bad. We have slipped back into that pattern we established 2 years ago...

4 hours on Saturday night. 2 hours on Sunday night. Long drawn out conversations about nothing and everything. But....

He is 5 hours away.

j.

Bits and Pieces

You know that coffee date that was so refreshing? Well I had a conversation via MSN with the same fellow this past week. It was definitely not the same caliber of conversation. In fact it was a big turn off. In some respects it just proves to me that no matter how well you think an initial meeting goes, it is always the follow-up that is the true test. Even though I was slightly disappointed in the second conversation, I still maintain that the first was excellent. The final outcome? Not pursuing that one...

My parents will be in town this week. Dad will be in the hospital from the 8th till 11th or longer depending on how things go. He is having a redo of the heart surgery that he had in December. Worrying for me but not uncommon according to the doctor. The good in it all is that I will have my parents around for almost 5 days!

Work. It frustrates me. I am really beginning to wonder if I like this job. The problem is that up until everything blew up in February I was really enjoying it. I am just not sure if my discontent is due to the current situation. Will I be happy with the job when things return to normal in July (i.e.: will I relax and be happier when she officially takes her maternity leave and is out of the office)? Then there is the question of whether or not she will return after the mat leave. What will I do after the year? Do I want to stay in this position or do I want to move on? So many questions! I am trying not to stress myself out by thinking about it. I have a year….a lot can change in that time.

So there you have it…some bits and pieces for your Tuesday.

j.