Krebs' Free form/Chaos Thread

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I've posted this before, but there is just something delightfully odd about Japanese lap pillows.

 

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Bicyclists blazing new trails in Tijuana
Clubs emerging and growing, and government now supporting bike community

Arturo Viazcan is not afraid of Tijuana’s potholes, boorish drivers or lack of bicycle lanes. He doesn’t hesitate when merging onto a congested, three-lane roundabout at rush hour. Even public buses, with their disregard for bikers’ personal space, fail to ruffle his feathers. If one gets too close, he lets the driver know he’s there by pounding the sidewall with his fist.

Ever since high-profile drug violence began to ebb three years ago, Tijuana has seen an explosion in the number of cyclists, bike clubs and critical-mass-style city rides called paseos.

 

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How very intimate the bodily sense is can be seen by performing a little experiment in your imagination. Think first of swallowing the saliva in your mouth, or do so. Then imagine expectorating it into a tumbler and drinking it! What seemed natural and ‘mine’ suddenly becomes disgusting and alien. Or picture yourself sucking blood from a *** in your finger; then imagine sucking blood from a bandage around your finger! What I perceive as belonging intimately to my body is warm and welcome; what I perceive as separate from my body becomes, in the twinkling of an eye, cold and foreign.

– Gordon W. Allport, Becoming: Basic Considerations for a Psychology of Personality, 1960

 

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