Showing posts with label story telling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label story telling. Show all posts
Friday, 31 March 2017
Folk Dance
1. Ball de bastons – Weapon dance from Spain and Portugal
2. Bluegrass Clogging
3. English Clogging - The Unthanks
4&5. Irish Step Dance
6. Georgian folk dances – Including dances Kartuli, Khorumi, Acharuli, Partsa, Kazbeguri, Khevsuruli
Friday, 6 May 2016
myth is terrible for dietary rules
Head over to The Atlantic archive to read James Hamblin's talk with Alan Levinovitz about the intersection of
religious thought and nutrition, storytelling and motivational
psychology, and how it all informs faith in science.
Myth is great for talking about where everything came from. Or what happens after you die. Or whether there was something before nothing. What is free will? We don't have great scientific accounts for these things. I think there are religious narratives that help people deal with really important but as-yet unanswerable questions. But myth is terrible for dietary rules.
Ideas about religion can be so powerful that people can't endorse them without giving up a part of their identity. It's the same thing with diets. If you've adopted a diet and it's become part of your identity, asking someone to reconsider something as simple as eating sugar or gluten is kind of like asking someone to give up their faith. To admit that the core of their identity is fundamentally mistaken. The pointy-head scientists and the people affiliated with Big Agriculture couldn't possibly be right because they are demons. -- Alan Levinovitz
Saturday, 27 June 2015
Thursday, 25 June 2015
Once
As a kid, I ran down a hill so fast I couldn't stop myself.
Momentum took over and I lost all ability to command my legs.
My body just kept propelling itself forward.
I still vividly remember the feeling bubbling in the pit of my stomach as I lost control.
I tumbled straight into a bush and a pile of rocks broke my fall leaving a permanent scar on my right knee.
I remember not wanting to leave the shelter of the bush, I was boiling with embarrassment.
It was some time before I let myself loose control like that again.
And it took an even longer time to learn that mistakes aren't good or bad, they're just mistakes.
And you clean them up.
And you go on.
Momentum took over and I lost all ability to command my legs.
My body just kept propelling itself forward.
I still vividly remember the feeling bubbling in the pit of my stomach as I lost control.
I tumbled straight into a bush and a pile of rocks broke my fall leaving a permanent scar on my right knee.
I remember not wanting to leave the shelter of the bush, I was boiling with embarrassment.
It was some time before I let myself loose control like that again.
And it took an even longer time to learn that mistakes aren't good or bad, they're just mistakes.
And you clean them up.
And you go on.
Thursday, 25 September 2014
"She"s stuck I"m not Stuck I"m waiting."
Labels:
art,
cycle of a sari,
history,
movement,
nisha ahuja,
play,
reflection,
silks,
story,
story telling,
video,
vimeo
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