Monday, December 17, 2007
Chunk #7- Feelings Draft 1
Although we may not acknowledge our feelings and/or emotions, they are present in our behavior on a daily basis. A feeling can range from something as simple as being happy and excited to something very complicated that you cant even explain, which may lead to anger and confusion. Throughout the day it is very easy for you to have different feelings at different moments. These feelings are usually connected towards your mood or tone throughout the day. Alternate to feelings moods are more long lasting. A mood can last an hour, a day, or a couple of days, whereas a feeling can last for a few seconds or minutes.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Chunk #6- Thinking Draft 1
Before this unit, I never really thought about my way of thinking. It was usually that I would do or see something and a thought would come to mind. I was not usually aware of the way I thought. My thoughts are; feelings that I have, emotions I feel, reactions to events and information. I guess my way of thinking is perceived from my experiences and that makes me think the way I do.
Accordingto R.D. Laing,"What we think is less than what we know: what we know is less than what we love: what we love is so much less than what there is. And to that precise extent we are so much less than what we are".
Accordingto R.D. Laing,"What we think is less than what we know: what we know is less than what we love: what we love is so much less than what there is. And to that precise extent we are so much less than what we are".
Monday, November 26, 2007
childhood revised
For many of us, our childhood was a very specail part in our lives. As we grow older, we tend to forget some or many events that had happened in our past. But those who where there to see us grow remember our first steps, words, etc.
Through their memories we can sometimes look deep into our minds and remember that momemt or something about that moment.
Other than being told of my childhood moments, other ways that help me remember my past could be a song, a toy or an object, a smell, or seeing a person after a long period of time. Other times, I can just remember a random moment or memory but not know its significance, contents or anything except that moment.
Although its not a memory that I can remember, my mom once told me that when I was a baby my oldest brother asked her if he could buy a video camera so they could record all my childhood memories. He wanted to record my childhood so that when i grew up, i would be able to see ho I was, how my family was and how our life was. I do remember being vedio taped all the time. I always enjoyed being in front of the camera, even if it was for no reason. There were times when we would all be eating dinner, or watching a movie and someone would take out the camera and I would start acting silly or dancing. Even though we prabably dont have those vedio tapes anymore, I remember looking through them and seeing how everything was and ii think about what my mom told me.
During this thanksgiving we were all at my uncles house and by seeing all the little kids playing, everyone began to talk about each others childhood, or atleast what they could remember. When my eldest brother began to talk about the past, he compared my childhood to all of theirs and how much our lives differ and how good I had it. Since I was the youngest of four, I had all the advantages.
Through their memories we can sometimes look deep into our minds and remember that momemt or something about that moment.
Other than being told of my childhood moments, other ways that help me remember my past could be a song, a toy or an object, a smell, or seeing a person after a long period of time. Other times, I can just remember a random moment or memory but not know its significance, contents or anything except that moment.
Although its not a memory that I can remember, my mom once told me that when I was a baby my oldest brother asked her if he could buy a video camera so they could record all my childhood memories. He wanted to record my childhood so that when i grew up, i would be able to see ho I was, how my family was and how our life was. I do remember being vedio taped all the time. I always enjoyed being in front of the camera, even if it was for no reason. There were times when we would all be eating dinner, or watching a movie and someone would take out the camera and I would start acting silly or dancing. Even though we prabably dont have those vedio tapes anymore, I remember looking through them and seeing how everything was and ii think about what my mom told me.
During this thanksgiving we were all at my uncles house and by seeing all the little kids playing, everyone began to talk about each others childhood, or atleast what they could remember. When my eldest brother began to talk about the past, he compared my childhood to all of theirs and how much our lives differ and how good I had it. Since I was the youngest of four, I had all the advantages.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Dreams first draft
”Dreams are the royal road to the unconscious”- Freud
While we sleep the unconscious self takes a journey exploring thoughts in our minds. I believe that dreams are important, most of the time they represent something. Or try to tell you something. Through dreams the unconscious self is able to reveal hidden desires, wants/wishes, fears. Sometimes a dream can also show a memory that we experienced while we were awake. Our dreams are able to create an alter reality where we are able to runaway from life’s problems. Since we repress these feelings while we are awake, while we are in the dreaming state our conscience spills the repressed thoughts and feelings into our unconscious mind. Many people don’t remember their dreams, and when they are able to remember, often overlook it. “Sleep is often the only occasion which man cannot silence his conscience, but the tragedy of it is that when we do hear our conscience speak in sleep, we cannot act and that when able to act we forget what we know in our dream”.
Trying to make sense of our dreams when we are able to remember them is a challenge. You could interpret your dream to be one thing, and when you tell someone else, they could interpret it differently.
While we sleep the unconscious self takes a journey exploring thoughts in our minds. I believe that dreams are important, most of the time they represent something. Or try to tell you something. Through dreams the unconscious self is able to reveal hidden desires, wants/wishes, fears. Sometimes a dream can also show a memory that we experienced while we were awake. Our dreams are able to create an alter reality where we are able to runaway from life’s problems. Since we repress these feelings while we are awake, while we are in the dreaming state our conscience spills the repressed thoughts and feelings into our unconscious mind. Many people don’t remember their dreams, and when they are able to remember, often overlook it. “Sleep is often the only occasion which man cannot silence his conscience, but the tragedy of it is that when we do hear our conscience speak in sleep, we cannot act and that when able to act we forget what we know in our dream”.
Trying to make sense of our dreams when we are able to remember them is a challenge. You could interpret your dream to be one thing, and when you tell someone else, they could interpret it differently.
childhood
Childhood Portfolio
My name is Reema Uddin, I am seventeen years old and I have lived in New York all my life. I live with my mom, three brothers and my sister. My father passed away when I was thirteen and his death has impacted me I many ways.
Since I am the baby of the family, you can imagine that both my parents and my siblings spoiled me. I am also the only one in my immediate family to be born in America.
My mom once told that when I was a baby my oldest brother asked for her permission to buy a video camera so they could record all my childhood memories so that when I grow up, I can have something to look back at. My other siblings didn’t have the privilege of recording their childhood memories.
My oldest uncle (my mother’s oldest brother) was the one who brought my parents, siblings, aunts, uncles and other distant relatives to America. Although I rarely get to see my uncle now, maybe once or twice a year, thanks to him we are all able to live a good life here and hopefully make something of our lives. Even though we rarely see him, I know that he is proud of the people we have become.
Oddly enough, I remember the day this picture was taken, it pretty clear in my memory. I think it was in 1996, it snowed a lot the night before, maybe up to my waist at that time, we had woke early and I didn’t have to go to mosque that day so 2 of my brothers, my sister and I wore our winter clothes and went to play in the snow. At that time we lived in a building in Parkchester, we went to the back of the building where the playground was. We also went to the metropolitan oval. During the warm weather, the pond was filled with water, but during the winter they covered up the statues with little houses and chimney (they still do that). I remember the snow perfectly lay on the ground, untouched. It was so clean and beautiful.
Childhood Stories
Since I was the youngest, my family had a party for my birthday. It usually included my aunts and uncles (from my mom’s side of the family. All my dad’s siblings and blood relatives live in Bangladesh). The last big party I had was when I was eight years old. My parents, and siblings organized the whole thing. My youngest brother ‘s friends helped with the decorations and everything. From the pictures I can tell it was always a huge celebration, but my eighth birthday is the one I can remember. I even remember who gave me what. I also still have these two balloons that my youngest brother’s friend got a huge Mickey Mouse and a Cinderella castle. Like most celebrations and get-togethers, my birthday was an excuse for my entire family to get together and have a good time. But of course as time goes on things change.
As time goes on, things change and so do people. While I was growing up, and even to this day people always come and go in my life. For some reason, my friends would always leave, disappear, or just stop talking to me. Sometimes they have a reason, like moving away, or issues between our families. Those ‘break-ups’ I can understand, but when a friend just stops being my friend, I can’t help but wonder why it happened. Maybe it was something I said or did, or a million other possibilities, but I guess I will never know and that is what bugs me. I can’t help it, I don’t want it to bother me but it does and it hurts but what can you do. I had this one friend. We were always in the same class from pre-school to the beginning of fifth grade, until I moved away. I was ten and didn’t get to say goodbye to her, I didn’t even know that I was moving. Her name was Roma. Everyone always teased us, singing “Reema, Roma, Roma, Reema”. To be honest that is the same way I lost all my childhood friends, when I moved, I never got a chance to say bye to them, or maybe if I was older I would not have lost touch. Maybe that’s the reason why I can’t keep friends now, karma, since I left all my other friends.
“Ignorance is bliss”, I think that in certain situations this is true. When I was younger I can’t really remember any family problems or issues, but now that I am older, no one really hides them from me. I guess because I’m old enough to know and understand. As a child I always wanted to know what was going on, but now that I do, I rather not know. Little kids always want to know what the grown ups are taking about, and at times I was like that. But I didn’t really care; I was to busy being involved in my own world. My mom says that I am still like that, which in my opinion is a good thing. I don’t like to get caught up in drama, but I do like helping people and listening to people. I guess as long its not happening directly to me, I would be willing to help, not get involved, but help a friend out.
My name is Reema Uddin, I am seventeen years old and I have lived in New York all my life. I live with my mom, three brothers and my sister. My father passed away when I was thirteen and his death has impacted me I many ways.
Since I am the baby of the family, you can imagine that both my parents and my siblings spoiled me. I am also the only one in my immediate family to be born in America.
My mom once told that when I was a baby my oldest brother asked for her permission to buy a video camera so they could record all my childhood memories so that when I grow up, I can have something to look back at. My other siblings didn’t have the privilege of recording their childhood memories.
My oldest uncle (my mother’s oldest brother) was the one who brought my parents, siblings, aunts, uncles and other distant relatives to America. Although I rarely get to see my uncle now, maybe once or twice a year, thanks to him we are all able to live a good life here and hopefully make something of our lives. Even though we rarely see him, I know that he is proud of the people we have become.
Oddly enough, I remember the day this picture was taken, it pretty clear in my memory. I think it was in 1996, it snowed a lot the night before, maybe up to my waist at that time, we had woke early and I didn’t have to go to mosque that day so 2 of my brothers, my sister and I wore our winter clothes and went to play in the snow. At that time we lived in a building in Parkchester, we went to the back of the building where the playground was. We also went to the metropolitan oval. During the warm weather, the pond was filled with water, but during the winter they covered up the statues with little houses and chimney (they still do that). I remember the snow perfectly lay on the ground, untouched. It was so clean and beautiful.
Childhood Stories
Since I was the youngest, my family had a party for my birthday. It usually included my aunts and uncles (from my mom’s side of the family. All my dad’s siblings and blood relatives live in Bangladesh). The last big party I had was when I was eight years old. My parents, and siblings organized the whole thing. My youngest brother ‘s friends helped with the decorations and everything. From the pictures I can tell it was always a huge celebration, but my eighth birthday is the one I can remember. I even remember who gave me what. I also still have these two balloons that my youngest brother’s friend got a huge Mickey Mouse and a Cinderella castle. Like most celebrations and get-togethers, my birthday was an excuse for my entire family to get together and have a good time. But of course as time goes on things change.
As time goes on, things change and so do people. While I was growing up, and even to this day people always come and go in my life. For some reason, my friends would always leave, disappear, or just stop talking to me. Sometimes they have a reason, like moving away, or issues between our families. Those ‘break-ups’ I can understand, but when a friend just stops being my friend, I can’t help but wonder why it happened. Maybe it was something I said or did, or a million other possibilities, but I guess I will never know and that is what bugs me. I can’t help it, I don’t want it to bother me but it does and it hurts but what can you do. I had this one friend. We were always in the same class from pre-school to the beginning of fifth grade, until I moved away. I was ten and didn’t get to say goodbye to her, I didn’t even know that I was moving. Her name was Roma. Everyone always teased us, singing “Reema, Roma, Roma, Reema”. To be honest that is the same way I lost all my childhood friends, when I moved, I never got a chance to say bye to them, or maybe if I was older I would not have lost touch. Maybe that’s the reason why I can’t keep friends now, karma, since I left all my other friends.
“Ignorance is bliss”, I think that in certain situations this is true. When I was younger I can’t really remember any family problems or issues, but now that I am older, no one really hides them from me. I guess because I’m old enough to know and understand. As a child I always wanted to know what was going on, but now that I do, I rather not know. Little kids always want to know what the grown ups are taking about, and at times I was like that. But I didn’t really care; I was to busy being involved in my own world. My mom says that I am still like that, which in my opinion is a good thing. I don’t like to get caught up in drama, but I do like helping people and listening to people. I guess as long its not happening directly to me, I would be willing to help, not get involved, but help a friend out.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Embodiment and Disembodiment: Sensory Awareness
While doing the sensory awareness exercises, I found myself always getting distracted. Most of the time I would get distracted unknowingly. Then I would try to get myself focused on the activity again. Instead I would begin to focus on staying focused. Other times, like when we did the ‘Stand’ exercise, I would focus on my body and feel how my body is reacting to the exercise. I can very easily get distracted when I am trying to focus, but when I distract myself from my surroundings it is easier for me to focus. For example, while I am doing this assignment I am listening to music, sitting in an okay but not comfortable position. I think it’s all in our heads whether we stay focused or not.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Normal alienation from experience Personal Reaction
When I first read Laing's argument I vaguely understood what he meant by "the ordinary person is a shriveled, desiccated fragment of what a person could be". As I read the article, I began to understand what Laing meant. It’s true that we do not experience our being. Not being aware of ourselves’ is the way we have been nurtured and raised. It is easier to be distracted by the things that surround us, rather than sit around and wait to die. We all know it’s going to happen at one point or another. No living organism is immortal, but that does not mean that you should not live life the best you can just because you will die some day. In my opinion it should not be distractment or full awareness, its good to balance them out. If you are completely focoused on your body and physical being, then you will miss out on the wondrous adventures life has to offer. Sometimes it’s good to distract yourself as long as you acknowledge your physical being too.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Normal alienation from experience summary
According to Laing, the average human is only a fragment of what a human should be. One only lives daily life just to exist, but does not challenge one's self beyond what is necessary. People only use the five senses: touch, sight, hearing and taste but does not further the knowledge of their own body. "We retain-just sufficient proprioceptive sensations to coordinate our movements and to ensure the minimal requirements for biosocial survival to register fatigue, signals for food, sex, defecation, sleep; beyond that, little or nothing." Most people do not remember their dreams or childhood. Since people are not actively thinking about the dreams they had or think about their childhood or past, it gets pushed to the back of our mind. The thoughts and memories that are not visited often soon become forgotten. When something tragically happens, a person might push the moment out of their mind, refuse to believe what had happened. It is important to remember you past because events/moments in your past shaped you to become who you are today and will continue to influence your life in the future. For example, it is possible that someone could devoted their future from something that had happened in their past. A daughter of a man that had pasted away from cancer could choose to devote her life into becoming an Oncologist. Remembering dreams is also important. Many people from different ethnicities believe that your dreams are a message to you; it may be from your body, or from your conscious.
Our behavior is based on our experience. We perceive things to be only the way they are. We learn to trust what we see as it is happening to be the truth leaving no room for the paranormal or phenomenon. Individuals are taught to behave through their experiences. Therefore our experiences define who we are.
Our behavior is based on our experience. We perceive things to be only the way they are. We learn to trust what we see as it is happening to be the truth leaving no room for the paranormal or phenomenon. Individuals are taught to behave through their experiences. Therefore our experiences define who we are.
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