Mid-morning.
You are concerned about scattering a random selection of your ashes on the
sacred grounds of Washington Cathedral, Canterbury Cathedral and Westminster so
as to observe and listen to the people standing in line and/or entering the
cathedrals. – Amorella
0908 hours. Those were my thought earlier this morning. It has an
arrogance and audacity about it – like wearing my beret in Westminster in 2007 and
rightly being chastised for it. I am thinking on it and it seems to me I should
be completely confined to Otterbein Cemetery in Westerville. It is my hometown,
playground and work place in my life. Those cathedrals are as dreams and the
sacredness as such is not my own it is my love for English history and literature
which is mine. If I am allowed to haunt any place the cemetery will do me well.
That would be more fun. Besides, several people in my life will be sitting
around a table playing cards, bridge most likely, in the cemetery after dark.
That was their wish. It is already deemed by some to be haunted, which is also
fitting. The romance is more Poe-like than the grandeur of cathedrals that were
raised for an entirely different purpose.
You
are sitting in the shade facing south in the far north lot of Pine Hill Lakes
Park waiting on Carol to complete her walk in the shade. You completed the
chapter thirteen corrections and deletions. Refinements for the better. You are
concerned that this chapter tweaking is becoming acceptable to you too easily.
I feel it flows better but you are no Shakespeare or DeVere or Milton or Dante.
What do you think? – Amorella
These famous names, and there are many more, are like the cathedrals I
wanted to be placed near. I am what I am – the only writer I can be. I want to
show this for my daughter, son-in-law and grandchildren. The books are a family
legacy if nothing else. I’ll be satisfied with that; that I am on the record
for making an earlier writing better. There is no haunting in writing. There
may be no haunting at all. Part of living is fun; it would be nice if being
Dead is also fun from time to time, as it were. Haunting sounds like fun to me,
to let the Living know the Dead are still here from time to time other than
through the genes, of course. (1012)
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haunting –
adjective
poignant
and evocative; difficult to ignore or forget: the melodies were elaborate
and of haunting beauty.
DERIVATIVES
hauntingly
adverb
haunt –
verb
[ with obj. ](of a ghost) manifest
itself at (a place) regularly: a gray lady who haunts the chapel.
•
(of a person) frequent (a place): he haunts used book stores.
•
be persistently and disturbingly present in (something): cities haunted by
the shadow of cholera.
•
be persistently in the mind of (someone): the sight haunted me for years.
noun
a
place frequented by a specified person or group of people: I revisited my old
haunts | Greenwich Village has been home to a number of literary
haunts.
DERIVATIVES
haunter noun
ORIGIN Middle
English (in the sense ‘frequent (a place)’): from Old French
hanter, of Germanic origin; distantly related to home.
Selected from
Oxford/American software
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1034
hours. We are home. I like the “distantly related to home” in Origin above – sweetly
phrased.
1057 hours. I was rummaging through ‘Feedspot’ and found this bit of
delight from Improbable Research.
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Unskilled and Unaware of It: How Difficulties in
Recognizing One's Own Incompetence Lead to Inflated Self-Assessments
Justin
Kruger and David Dunning Cornell University
People tend
to hold overly favorable views of their abilities in many social and
intellectual domains. The authors suggest that this overestimation occurs, in
part, because people who are unskilled in these domains suffer a dual burden:
Not only do these people reach erroneous conclusions and make unfortunate
choices, but their incompetence robs them of the metacognitive ability to
realize it. Across 4 studies, the authors found that participants scoring in
the bottom quartile on tests of humor, grammar, and logic grossly overestimated
their test performance and ability. Although their test scores put them in the
12th percentile, they estimated themselves to be in the 62nd. Several analyses
linked this miscalibration to deficits in metacognitive skill, or the capacity
to distinguish accuracy from error. Paradoxically, improving the skills of
participants, and thus increasing their metacognitive competence, helped them
recognize the limitations of their abilities.
It is one
of the essential features of such incompetence that the person so afflicted is
incapable of knowing that he is incompetent. To have such knowledge would
already be to remedy a good portion of the offense. (Miller, 1993, p. 4) . . .
. . . Concluding [Thesis] Remarks
In sum, we
present this article as an exploration into why people tend to hold overly
optimistic and miscalibrated views about themselves. We propose that those with
limited knowledge in a domain suffer a dual burden: Not only do they reach
mistaken conclusions and make regrettable errors, but their incompetence robs
them of the ability to realize it. Although we feel we have done a competent
job in making a strong case for this analysis, studying it empirically, and
drawing out relevant implications, our thesis leaves us with one haunting worry
that we cannot vanquish. That worry is that this article may contain faulty
logic, method- ological errors, or poor communication. Let us assure our
readers that to the extent this article is imperfect, it is not a sin we have
committed knowingly.
Selected from - The 2000 Ig Nobel Prize for
psychology was awarded to David Dunning of Cornell University
and Justin Kruger of the University of Illinois, for their modest
report, “Unskilled and Unaware of It: How Difficulties in Recognizing One’s Own
Incompetence Lead to Inflated Self-Assessments.” [Published in the Journal
of Personality and Social Psychology, vol. 77, no. 6, December 1999, pp.
1121-34.] - See more at:
http://www.improbableDOTcom/2014/07/09/ig-nobel-prize-winner-deepak-chopra-offers-a-million/#sthash.7T3cUWOe.dpuf
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1126
hours. Wow! We had a real treat. Carol found Jennifer cookies in the freezer.
She defrosted them and we each had one. Awesome. Kim is going up to Cleveland
for her part time work in August and she’ll bring us back a dozen more from the
On The Rise bakery in Cleveland Heights. It turns out we still have two cookies
left from her last sojourn to the wonderfully diverse city on the lake. I love
the east side, the area surrounds of the university/clinic area through
Cleveland and University Heights where they used to live. We may stop ourselves
when Craig, Alta, Carol and myself make our trip to/from our four couple
Niagara Falls/Toronto trip in September. The plan is to stop at the Rock and
Roll Museum, as they have never been there. Perhaps other places too – such as
On the Rise. Alta just called and she and Carol are talking about the trip.
Nice coincidence. So far, this has been a delightful day. (1140)
You
had a variety of important errands to run related to social security that you
completed. Not normal routine but important for automated payment to Medicare.
- Amorella
1636 hours. Carol reminded me to get this work completed and in the
mail. Hopefully no more worries that the monthly payment got lost or was
forgotten. No matter what your age there is always stuff to be done. I wish
Carol would go on automatic payments for all the monthly bills, utility and
otherwise. I would go on them in a minute. This is just another reminder about
how much I detest money. It takes up peoples’ lives; sometimes it is almost an
obsession for some just to economically survive each month. It seems we did
that the first fifteen years of our marriage. Money was always due somewhere
and you always had hope nothing would break down, plumbing, heat pump, the cars,
roof leak, water heater, health care, whatever. That was with two college
educated people with master’s degrees working full time and raising only one
child.
2305
Hours. An hour ago I finished chapter twelve but the Internet is slow tonight
so I am having trouble getting on.
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