Senses:

 

Thigmotaxsis

Staring

Touching on All Sides

Flocking

Rhythm

Gravity

Moving Through Space

Temperature

Motion

Balance

Horripilation

Humidity

Kinesthetics

Chronology

Synaesthesia

Pain (Thule)

Electrical Response

Shape

Smell (Trigger)

Taste (Trigger)

Peripheral Vision

Horizon

Pheremones

Jacobsen's Organs

Vibration

Scintillation

Iridescence

Echo Location

Atmosphere

Sense of Direction

Adrenaline

Coriolis Effect

Gravitational Attractions

Texture

Barometric Pressure

Infrared

Ultraviolet

Electroception

Equilibrioception

Proprioception

Epigastric

Vascular

Gagging

Swallowing

Excretory

Magnetoception

Pressure Detection

Polarized Light

 

 

Read this article about "seeing" with your tongue:

The Myth of the Five Senses 

 

Check out this site: www.edutopia.org

 

Check out this site for info on someone looking at Life in America and Around the World.  He even looked at Bonners Ferry, Idaho a few years ago.

www.signatureproject.com

 

Visit my friend and college roommate's myspace site.  He's a music producer and "sees" Life in America through the sounds of new indie bands.  His studio is named Glow in the Dark Studios.

 

You need to tell your stories about Life in America.  You need to ask questions and explore them through writing, action, art, and song.

 

Here's a link to a site that will encourage you to read, write, and draw: Susan's Journal Page

 

Read Diane Ackerman's A Natural History of the Senses

 

It's time to step up.

 

See.

 

 

"The reason for their invisibility is that they wear their jobs like camoflage, blending into the American Dream, the American Myth, which holds that anyone who works hard can prosper. It is such an important myth in defining what we imagine to be our reality that Richard Wright called it 'the truth of the power of the wish'." - Connecting the Dots by David K. Shipler

 

Remember to claim your edits.  Brennan added the above quote from Shipler.

 

Here's something I just came across about "seeing" beyond your "limits."  A friend of mine (also a teacher), Josh, shared a video with me about Nick Vujicic.  It's called "Life Without Limbs."  What an inspirational story!  It really reminds me that we're here for a larger purpose, for a greater reason, to show love and care to others and to encourage them to live, truly live.  Check it out.  LifeWithoutLimbs.Org

 

-Bonn (10/12)

 

 

 

So I officially made the final choice on my LIA topic this morning.  After experimenting with different ones, I found a topic that I think I might be able to squeeze 1000 words out of.  I'm basically starting completely over, but I'm already much more satisfied with the 752 words I have written so far.  A happy writer makes a happy reader, right?  Well maybe not, but let's just go with that.  ~Erin*

 

The Be Good Tanyas--"Junkie Song"

 

Artist: Be Good Tanyas Song: Junkie Song Album: Chinatown

Took a walk in my neighborhood
It was two in the mourning
By the skytrain station

The streets were full of junkies and homeless
And they all wanted something
They all wanted something

And what am I supposed to do?
There are too many of you
Too many of you

And sometimes they look you straight in the eye
Saying 'I too am human, you could easily be here
Easily be here'

Although we all hover between apathy and compassion
Fill up all our days with so much distraction
Whatever makes it easier to see what we don't want to

But we all live here
We all live here
We all live here don't we?

Took a walk in my neighbourhood
It was two in the mourning
By the skytrain station

The streets were full of junkies and homeless
And they all wanted something
They all wanted something

And what am I supposed to do?
There are too many of you
Too many of you
 

 

 

All I Need Is Everything
words and music: Detweiler and Bergquist
Good Dog Bad Dog

Slow down. Hold still.
It's not as if it's a matter of will.
Someone's circling. Someone's moving
a little lower than the angels.
And it's got nothing to do with me.
The wind blows through the trees,
but if I look for it, it won't come.
I tense up. My mind goes numb.
There's nothing harder than learning how to receive.

Calm down. Be still.
We've got plenty of time to kill.
No hand writing on the wall:
just the voice that's in us all.
And you're whispering to me,
time to get up off my hands and knees,
'cause if I beg for it, it won't come.
I find nothing but table crumbs.
My hands are empty. God I've been naive.

All I need is everything.
Inside, outside, feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.

Slow down. Hold still.
It's not as if it's a matter of will.
Someone's circling. Someone's moving
a little lower than the angels.
This voice calling me to you:
it's just barely coming through.
Still, I clearly hear my name.
I've been fingering the flame
like tomorrow's martyr.
It gets harder to believe.

All I need is everything.
Inside, outside, feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.

So from now till kingdom come,
taste the words on the tip of my tongue.
'Cause we can't run truth out of town,
only force it underground.
The roots grow deeper
in ways we can't conceive.

All I need is everything.
Inside, outside feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.

All I need is all I need.