Back In School

I almost titled this “Back to the Salt Mine” but it seemed that Back In School was actually better.  Today was my first day in a class room as an enrolled student, yes taking a class, in 23 years.  It was fun.  It was interesting.  And things have certainly changed.

Last fall, I read a book called The 10 Minute Cognitive Workout.  I was skeptical, but I tried it and got amazing results.  And quickly – almost instantly.  This book explained a thing called cognitive reprogramming.  Reprogram the executive centers in your brain and the rest of you body falls into line.  It really only takes 10 minutes each day.  It really works.  I’ll describe my experiences, tests, and trials in other posts.

brain-regions

Having been bitten by the bug of unexpectedly good results, I did a little reading and found this other thing called neuroplasticity.  In neuroplasticity, our brain is constantly changing and adapting to the things and environments we experience.  And to make things even sweeter, our brain is constantly growing new brain cells.  So, if we are going to tend a garden lets go for a great crop.

I sat today in that purposefully uncomfortable student desk and took the first lecture in my Psychology 101 course.  (It is 102 in the course catalog but that just indicates a way better introductory class).  The professor launched us off with the usual line “so much to cover, so little time” – don’t be disappointed – which is secret academic speak for I am going to kick your butt and if you can keep up you will learn a lot.

My hover board is stowed away.  My text book at the ready.  In class today, I see that most material is introduced on the web and not in the classroom.  You can literally drown in all the stuff a department staff can link into a course web page.  But hey, we’re paying for this and a lot of the posted stuff is really good.  I haven’t experienced online quizzes yet or take home exams or papers written in the internet age.  It will be fun.  Psychologically, I’ll probably finish as a better man.  Or at least a smarter man.

Smart Water?

Smart water – OK.  We all know it is smart to drink water.  And many of us remember the magical “poly water” of the 70s.  There is no doubt water carries “things” that disolve in it or are suspended in it – flavored drinks and polluted streams are two very common examples.

This video caught my I and I wanted to share it.  I don’t buy the concept that water has memory.  With exquisit lab techniques you can detect what a sample of water been in contact with – something immersed in it or something it passed through.  But this is not memory as these entrained particles can react chemically with other entrained bits and become something quite different than they were when they contacted the water.

Water Has Memory

What is very interesting in this video – and this should be noted in all scientific studies – is that four students made images of a shared water sample.  The images taken by each student were very different from student to student.  With further samples from diffent water the marked variation from student to student remained BUT there was an equally remarkable similarity of images taken by each student across the various samples of water.

Water Sample Images

Such variation introduced just by the identity of the experimenter might make reproducibility by others – a basic tenet of our scientific method – a little tough.  Maybe cold fusion is caught in something like this – where who is doing it somehow overlays the use of a common technique.  Weird.

Surf's Up

Anyway, the surf’s up and it is time to make some memories on the water.

Don’t Tread On Me

Today we pause to remember December 7, 1941.  It is not the date, which President Roosevelt declared “a date that will live in infamy” but the spirits of the 2402 Americans who died there that we hold sacred.  We revere their sense of duty, their pride, and their patriotism as we stand to salute them and stand at their sides to once again tell the world, “Don’t Tread On Me”.

First Navy Jack

First U.S. Navy Jack