'How can something that we don't see affect our behavior? Well, UNNOTICED doesn't mean UNSEEN. Let us first understand how our perception works. As you know, our mind consists of two interacting parts: consciousness and subconsciousness. The subconscious part of mind operates below the level of conscious awareness, it controls reflexes, automatic functions and handles the processing and storing of incoming information. Subconsciousness is able to process 20,000 bits of information simultaneously, while consciousness can deal only with 7 ± 2 bits of information at the same time.
'Instead of the simplistic five senses of Aristotle—sight, hearing, taste, touch, and smell— there are at least thirty-seven known, differentiated sensory inputs into the brain. All of the information picked by these senses is sent to the brain and absorbed by subconsciousness, however, only very concrete and relevant data is passed to the conscious mind, after it has been edited and redacted. All the rest remains ignored. A good example of this is the Cocktail Party Effect : You can talk with a friend in a crowded party and still listen and understand what he says even if the place is very noisy. You can simultaneously ignore what another nearby person is saying, but if someone over the other side of the room suddenly calls out your name, you notice that sound and respond to it immediately. Interesting that certain words like SEX, BLOOD, DEATH, FUCK and such have the same effect in triggering your attention as your name.
'So, only the information considered as "relevant" goes to the consciousness. Non essential information, short or vague stimuli go directly into storage without reaching your awareness. Important to stress that it's NOT discarded, but stored. E V E R Y T H I N G you have ever experienced in your life, from every stranger's face you've glanced at in a crowd to every spider web you gazed at as a child, can be retrieved from your memory by hypnosis or by electrical stimulation of the brain cells in temporal lobes. Hence whatever was subliminally put into your brain will stay there forever and in the right circumstances will trigger the right reaction in you.' -- sub-lim.blogspot (cont.)
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p.s. RIP: Sigmar Polke. Hey. ** Pilgarlic, Yeah, the misconnection with Bradford sucked. We've been angling to meet up for a long time, and no doubt we will, and maybe I'll even bring a tape recorder when we do. 'Smonk': the title is a whirlpool alone. Noted, itinerized (that should be a word), thank you. ** Oscar B, Het Illuseum is what put me over the top re: thinking we should head up there. Speaking of which, I think you'll probably be here already when you see this. If so, let's go see 'Dreamlands' asap, yeah? ** David Ehrenstein, I'm very with you about 'Playtime'. I'm not sure what my friend's precise beef was. He was red faced with anger about the film when he tagged it fascist, and, as one of the film's true lovers, I feared a fight might ensue had I dug too deeply. Sounds like an Elizabeth Montgomery bio needs to exist. Hm, maybe I'll see if I can do a EM post, depending on what's out there. Wonderful news about the breakthrough on your memoir! It sounds like a big breakthrough, too. Revisions are to be worried about later, or right now in my case. Anyway, congrats, David! ** Tim Jones-Yelvington, Me too. In the next month or so. Being in Europe has its privileges. ** Chris Goode, Oh, my God, now you've dreamt about stealing my police career advancement techniques idea? You're like the Kathy Acker of live events and dreams. I like Holiday Inns, as such things go. Their sheets are so crisp. Totally, about 'Playtime', right? A head scratcher. Maybe he said facetious, and the wind caught some of his syllables. But facetious is wrong too. Anyway, how's the tour going? Any groupies? ** Sypha, Being openly gay and a pop star isn't a big to-do over here, so Lambert didn't have that 'in', and American Idol's stamp of approval means nothing here, and Europe's semi-full of Emo-looking singers of slightly glam inflected mainstream pop, so, all in all, his fail here isn't that mysterious. I'm hoping 'Imperial Bedrooms' makes a quick, overnight or Two-Day Fed Ex-assisted appearance in the stores here. ** Alan, Ha ha, yeah, I got what you were going for, and I was trying not to make a thud in your poetic device by referencing it. A few other people have thumbs-upped you re: the the post on Bolshevik policy on women's rights and the family, and let me add my enthusiasm for the idea. I think the general attitude around here is to learn and consider, and I suspect you would be doing a lot of helpful informing about something that few here know much about. The post would be very helpful to me in that regard, and, actually, that issue is one Yury talks about a lot. The policy on women's rights in particular, and its ongoing effect on post-Communist Russian life/ society, is one of the few things about Russia that makes him proud. So, yeah, I would really love it if you want to give the blog that post. ** David, Hey. ** Frank Jaffe, Man, that is one helluva a couple of days' drive you have ahead of you. Nice stuff to look out the window at, though, once you get past Texas anyway. Okay, I'll probably think of LA to-do things while you're out there, assuming you'll be cyber-hanging out here while you are, but ... First, the neighborhoods in and around Los Feliz and Silverlake are the best part of LA in my opinion, in terms of hanging out, shops, eateries, atmosphere. If you're in Los Feliz, I recommend the restaurant Mexico City, the bookstore Skylight Books. The Museum of Jurassic Technology. The Graveline Tour, where you get driven around in a converted hearse and shown the spots in LA where famous people died, is cool. The Magic Castle, if you know someone who can get you in, 'cos it's a membership club. Movie-wise, check the schedules of The Silent Movie Theater and the Beverly, which you can do by picking up the free LA weekly. To see new release movies, the Arclight on Sunset in Hollywood is the best venue. I personally think Disneyland is a great work of art, so I highly recommend it, but avoid its sibling park California Adventure, which is pretty much crap. Gay-wise, I don't know of any current or cool bars/clubs, but there's a 99% chance they're not in West Hollywood. Mm, I'll keep thinking. There are some initial ideas. If you like 'Holy Mountain', yeah, I recommend watching other Jodorwskys: 'El Topo', 'Sante Sangre', most of them really. Yeah, pray tell about the Japanese place. We did in fact get a day of high heat yesterday, so thank you, Florida! It's raining again today though. ** _Black_Acrylic, See what you think of 'Lagerfeld Confidential'. I thought it was funnish, but it's such an officially sanctioned ass-kiss that I was less than fully satisfied. Cool about the video. I'll watch it in a bit. Everyone, here's _Black_Acrylic: 'There's a video appeared of mine and Gayle's Steve-Jobs-like Central Station talk in February: LINK We take the stage for the first couple of minutes.' World Cup-wise ... 'Go ... France,' he said weakly. ** Christopher/ Mark, Hey, Mark. I actually looked for that very Forster bio in bookstores last evening, with no luck so far. Let me pass along your ... Everyone, me again, this time with an alert from Christopher/Mark: 'This is this week's (June 7th) Time magazine's review of the new E.M. Forster biography "A Great Unrecorded History" by Wendy Moffat. The incident including myself was not in fact as the reviewer described it. Christopher Isherwood's visit was later than the Moon Landing, which I was watching in the Fellows' tiny TV room when Morgan walked in and watched it and made his remark.' Thank you, dear Mark. ** Bill, Glad you thought what I built in lieu of that place was okay. Very end of July ... there's every chance I'll be here, yes. I'm trying to sort out some decent times to take some little trips, and Yury's vacation time and likely concurrent trip are being figured out, but when/if you know your possible Paris dates, I can try to avoid doing any traveling when you're here. ** Ken Baumann, Hey there, Kenster! ** Stan_cz, Thanks for the telepathic perseverance. I can use the fuel. Trips: Well, I'm beset with trips: nine days in Brest finishing our new theater piece, twelve days in Avignon for the premiere, a few days in Amsterdam for fun, maybe a week or two in NYC in early August for another theater piece related work session, and I want to get home to LA asap too. Oh, you've discovered the sublimity that is Ivy Compton-Burnett! Oh, yeah, her prose is astounding, I think. Talk about chiseled, whoa! My favorite is 'The Past and the Present'. ** Slatted Light, I'm totally with you on Alan's possible post, yep. You good? ** Schlix, My thoughts exactly. I'm hoping to head up there in the next month or so. ** Paul Curran, Beautiful piece over there at Nick and Shane's place. So much in such a tight arena. Wonderful, great piece! ** Changeling, You got some late breaking thoughts about your MDMA question, in case you missed them. I'll be reading your new piece this weekend. What with all this work I have at the moment, I'm having to organize my time, which kind of sucks. I can understand by your description why you like your sleep stuff/problems. I mean, it's not like sleep is a grave where lying unconscious and perfectly still is the only good option, right? Unless the nighttime adventures wear you out otherwise or something. I wish I could use sleep like sleep uses you. ** JW Veldhoen, I can't make my hand do what your hand is doing in your avatar. I just tried. It looks like it would be easy, but it's not. ** Derek McCormack, More and more and more love yet! You'll never love me as much as I love you. Never, never, I tell you! ** Justin, I'd like to hear the story. I just don't want to push or coerce. I'm not that kind of guy. Yury's take on that video was pretty basic and unhelpful, i.e. they're provincial, stupid Russian idiots. That occasioned a long diatribe about how stupid and macho Russian men can be that I will spare you. ** Inthemostpeculiarway, You bet. Oh, I mean, yeah, I will enter Het Illuseum when I go to Amsterdam pretty quickly. It did look like a penis, absolutely. A spurting penis even. Maybe that's the subliminal message. No, no English subtitles offered on our TV. It's really a primitive, very old thing. Like it could be shown in the background on, oh, 'Who's the Boss' or whatever, and no one would blink. This is a Water Wiggle. Imagine trying to have a shower with only that as your water source, and you will feel my pain, a pain that will last until at least Monday since the fucking Recollets forgot about me and my problem. Oh, yeah, actually posting the blog won't be a huge problem in Avignon, I guess, but the problem is doing the p.s. 'cos it takes me at least three hours, usually more, every morning, and the best way to do it is to wake up, make coffee, and get it done in peace and quiet before I head out into the world. If I'm forced to use an internet cafe, I don't know. It won't be easy, and the p.s. will suffer accordingly. But, anyway, I'm trying to find a solution that will work. You think I should wear a lame coat?! Well, I already do. Oh, you mean lamé. Now, that's a thought. The A-Team movie looks so bad, yikes. Over here, it's called 'L'agence tous risques'. At least the DVD will be out in three months, right? My day: Novel work, of course, blah blah. Really bad shower. Not only was the shower itself bad, but the bathroom floor was like the bottom of a swimming pool afterwards, and I had to mop that up. I didn't go see the free Brigitte Fontaine concert 'cos no one would go with me, so I metroed over to St. Michel with Kiddiepunk instead, and we went book shopping at Shakespeare & Co. He bought a book, I didn't, followed by coffee and blab at my favorite cafe before we headed back here in a metro car full of crazed, drunk World Cup loving guys, one of whom kept blowing a horn at everybody. I ate some food quickly and headed off again to see Pierre Guyotat do a rare reading. It was crowded, and I should have figured it would be, but I didn't, so I had to stand at the back where I couldn't hear or see very well. He read something, and it sounded great considering I didn't understand a word, and he got interviewed by someone, and I didn't understand that either, but I just wanted to be there with a living god, and I was, so it was very cool overall. Then I metroed back here again, and watched the last part of the France vs. Uruguay World Cup match, which was very unexciting, and even though the French team got a tie, they look pretty doomed. Then I used my last remaining pre-sleep hour or so to accept Facebook friendships and blah blah before crashing. That's it. Show me your weekend, and I'll show you mine. ** Bernard Welt, Did The Jetsons and Flintstones never do a cross-polinated episode? I guess the Jetsons would have to have used a time machine, or Fred could have dreamed about the future, I guess. It just seems strange that similarly composed beings never met. ** 'Stoopid Slapped Puppies', Guyotat reads very musically. He even conducts his own voice with one hand waving around in the air like he's an orchestra. He's old, but he's not as old as you'd think he would be. He doesn't look really old. He has a huge head like an alien from outer space and a body like a hockey player. I hope the skate shop goes really well or delights you at the very least. There's a skate shop right next to the Recollets if you guys ever want to take the show international. Oh, and I'll read your 'SSP' entry this weekend. Sorry to be slowish. My brain is like one of those little cars that have a hundred clowns stuffed inside it. ** Misanthrope, Sounds like you and Changeling need to switch sleeping bodies, 'Freaky Friday'-style. Meth and rock are not the answer. A few years ago, Ephedrine might have been. Man, the smell of clove cigarettes is up there among my least favorite odors on earth, right after road kill. No, I love that museum, but I wouldn't want to run it. I was born a ramblin' man. ** Bollo, Have fun with the backyard show. I hope Saatchi shows up. The sun had its blast yesterday, and now it's lost in black clouds. ** Syreearmwellion, That was very interesting and helpful of you. I learned a lot by looking over Changeling's shoulder. To me, 'Lost Highway' is all about that weird, lowlit hallway that Bill Pullman enters with a weird look on his face near the beginning of the film. Whatever the film means is in there somewhere. The whole girlfriend/porn through-line is my least favorite part, so I just twiddle my thumbs while that's happening, but you could totally be right. ** Math, Hey. More interesting stuff to Changeling, I thought you might have ideas. Report back on how that Banksy film is. I still haven't found an angle that makes him and his thing seem all that interesting yet. ** You-x, Dude, no laughs from me. I've still got your diploma here in Paris if you ever want to pick it up. ** Have fine weekends. I hope the blog's dip into the subliminal and backmasked adds a little something. See you on Monday.
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