Return of the light
On Thursday evening, leaving kung-fu lesson, I realized that we’ve got a lot more light nowadays. Turning on the light in my bike wouldn’t have made a lot of difference. Lo-fi version of the world was a lot darker, though:
But we Europeans cheat in this, by using the daylight saving time.
Anyway, it must be はる already – there was liquid water and a lot of birds:
The first one has 百わ or so sitting on the ice just below the horizon, and the second one has two しろい swans in it, the dot just below the smoking pipe might be one of them. Or was it the dot a bit closer to the lower left side corner? Well.. it looks like birds are pretty much invisible in the lo-fi せかい… Third photo shows some colourful poles in the water, probably marking the channel.
わたしのアパートの赤シーリングランプ. This inverse effect is funny – the red lamp shade turns white, the white walls turn red.
Pinkki tiskiharja
Another day of training endured. Today’s topic was “Influencing skills”. How did they upload such a feature into our brains? It’s a bit more complex operation than just listening to someone who is telling about the secrets of influencing.
One of the first tasks involved walking 8 meters around a table, standing on a “stage” (a piece of tape on the floor) before an audience of ten people, watching them for a while (apparently as if you were going to tell them something important) and walking back. All of this in silence. Then, the audience told what kind of impression this amazing performance left in them.
On the second round we did exactly the same routine while holding a neon-pink dishbrush.
Now, this may sound easier than it is. Is the dishbrush the reason for my being on the stage in the first place, or did I just happen to have it with me, and how to hold it naturally in either of the scenarios? On the other hand, how do you give meaningful feedback on someone’s pink dishbrush holding skills, so that this fellow may become a better human being?
Another task was to invent a new use for a random object and to sell it to the next person. My object was a light pink (pink, again) loose ball of wool. I was also one of the random victims they asked to describe their object for everyone – my alternative usage was to mix it with ketchup and use it as a mashed-up brain or intestines in a B-class horror movie. They didn’t ask me any more.