I can’t always be right- Ben is definitely ultimately a bad guy, at least in reality. Ben is doing his best to keep his promise to Widmore that he will kill Penny.
So I was wrong about Ben, but I still think the finale will end in modern day 2010, which so far has never been seen on LOST, only up to 2009.
Desmond in alt-reality is starting to make a lot more sense now. He ran over Locke to jog his memory of reality and his gathering everyone he can for a reunion which somehow will serve a purpose of changing reality, despite living in alt-reality.
Two minor questions were answered. Why does Faux Locke walk when he can fly? He likes the feeling of having his feet on the ground as it reminds him of being human. Why was Kate’s name crossed off the list on the cave wall? She became a mom to Aaron, that’s the only reason. But by her coming back to the island, she technically put her name back on the list, as Jacob offered to change it back.
Though I already knew it in the back of my mind, Jacob confirmed why he chose the candidates: They are all flawed, alone, and looking for something- just like Jacob. As is the newly orphaned Ji Yeon who will replace Jack as the island’s protector.
Well, I’m pretty excited about the LOST party I will be attending Sunday night. Now I understand how the rest of America feels when the Super Bowl is on. As far as my expectations, I have a feeling the finale will evoke the same feel and emotion as the episode “The Candidate”, where Jin and Sun died.
It will be sad, yet it will be the only way for the thing to end properly. And all of our questions will not be answered. Just the main ones. The unanswered ones will help keep LOST alive by all our theories that will continue to be born, keep LOST alive in our hearts.
I wonder if at the end of the finale on Sunday, if the screen will say “FOUND” instead of “LOST”. Probably not. Too predictable.
There’s a mighty power called “being able to read people” that can be used for good, to lead others… or for bad, to manipulate them.
A sign of a person’s self-confidence level, as well as their amount of natural leadership skills can both be measured, to a great degree, by how often (or seldom) they are in defense mode. While there are most definitely times to stand up for ourselves, confident in our stance on whatever issue is at stake, if a person is constantly feeling they have to prove their worth by acting and speaking in a default of defense, then there is a problem.
In theory, a person should only have to be in “defense mode” when they truly need to stand up for themselves or for their just cause.
Therefore, I can’t help but have a respect for people who fight for what they believe in, who turn an apathetic cheek to things they don’t feel passionate about by staying out of it (meaning they don’t think they have to be right about everything), and who are savvy enough when it comes to “reading people” that they don’t have to second-guess what a person is thinking.
Definitely ironic. Reading people so well that there is no need to try to predict or figure out what someone is thinking. Because good “people readers” already know what other people are thinking, yet they NEVER admit it or tell the person they are reading. No one wants to feel that they are being manipulated because someone has figured them out- though their fear is often indeed true.
So I’d rather be the one in the driver’s seat instead of the sidecar when it comes to the issue. I’d rather attempt to become a leader (when there’s not already an established one) than become a follower of a corrupt or weak leader; one I don’t respect.
That’s the whole brilliance in reading other people- the way to manage other people is to steer them into the desired direction without having them realizing what’s happening. A secret self-taught art that entertainers, politicians, CEO’s, teachers, managers, and pretty much anyone in any type of leadership position learn to master: Do unto others or they will do unto you.
A leader who is a good “people reader” knows the limits of others- what can be asked of them and what they are willing to do to accomplish the goal. Leaders also know what motivates their team members- how to let them thrive in their skillsets, talents, and creativity.
To make sure I speak in confidence, not in doubt, I am very specific in the phrases I chose not to say (and type). In my own vocabulary, these are blacklisted:
“My point isn’t that…”
“Wait, I know what you’re thinking…”
“Let me explain, you see…”
“Here’s what I meant…”
“See, what I believe is…”
All of those phrases seem to preface the rest of sentence in a way that negates its own validity. Often when I write, I am making a point based on my own opinion. As I do this, I have to carefully address the exceptions and any naysayers’ concerns by building on them (You Missed a Spot). In other words, by “reading people” to where they don’t even get a chance to heckle me with a “yeah, but what about?…”
For example, when I was writing the “sleeper hit” post Must Not Mustache (currently my 5th most popular, surprisingly), I was explaining that most men under the age of 40 can’t be taken seriously if they have a mustache. Yet, there are exceptions and I needed to be the one to address them. So I did. And instead of the exceptions taking away from what I had to say, they complimented it instead.
I keep this original proverb in mind daily:
Speak with authority and direction. And if you may be wrong about the issue or haven’t done your research, just shut up. People often mistake silence for wisdom.
My inspiration to write this post? This past Sunday night’s episode of The Celebrity Apprentice. I like learning from other people’s follies and successes- even if it comes from a reality TV show.
What makes old graveyards creepy, besides our sneaking suspension that the bearded ghost of a Confederate Army General will appear through the foggy mist and try to tell us a haunting story of he ended up with a hook for an arm? (Pirates don’t have exclusive right to those things, you know…) Take away the graves and all the preconceived ideas that human curiosity has handed down to us over the centuries, and chances are, the land itself is still not a beautiful piece of land to begin with.
I assume that the land used for graveyards and cemeteries often was the land that wasn’t aesthetically pleasing as the acres used for building homes, schools, and businesses. Safe to say it wasn’t feng shui.
Instead it was the leftover, out of the way, dreary land that someone was just trying to get rid of. So they sold it for less than they would have liked to an investor who saw its best potential and destiny was for it to become a graveyard.
We choose destinations for a reason. Why do coffee shops serve as such a great pre-date and unofficial first date venue? Because there are plenty of other people around in a coffee shop whose collected friendly conversations make for the perfect background murmur, so that while the two single people are surrounded by people, it’s intimate enough of a setting where they can, in a sense, feel alone- without the awkwardness of actually being alone when they don’t yet know each other that well.
If nothing else, the coffee itself serves as a convenient social crutch, as mentioned in Campfires. A coffee shop is a setting of safety, comfortableness, and relaxation, as well a symbolic “garden of growth”. I know this first hand:
Before I asked out my now-wife to the sure-to-get-a-second-date John Mayer concert, I primed our new friendship with several Sunday night meets at the local Starbucks. It was the coffee shop that watered and fertilized our friendship into dating, then a little over a year later into marriage, and two years after that (present day), a baby. A human life is scheduled to make its first out-of-the-womb appearance this November. And it all started, in theory, by me choosing the right setting- which in this case was a coffee shop.
What if instead of asking her to coffee when we first met as strangers, I would have asked her to dinner? It could have been awkward. Eating with a stranger she just met the week before. I could have ended up in a category of guys she had dated but it never really went anywhere- and I wasn’t willing to make that gamble.
I knew that if I built the relationship on true friendship first, it would be much more natural and relaxing to eventually eat a meal together at a restaurant. But not before coffee at a Starbucks.
We can choose where either good or bad memories will take place. Where does a guy propose to his fiancé? Where do parents announce to their children that they are getting a divorce? Because those places will never be the same again after that.
Where were you when you found out the cancer is in remission? Where were you when you heard about the two planes crashing into the Twin Towers? Those places will always be associated with the big news, good or bad.
It’s why the phrase “may I speak with you for in a minute in my office, please?” is so epic.
Whether we choose the place, or it chooses us, the setting is everything; lasting an entire lifetime as it attaches itself to a memory of hope or a memory of damnation.
For the past several weeks, my wife has been toying with the idea of “going natural” for the birth. In other words, no pain medication. And I’ve been impressed just by her willingness, because I know if it were up to the men of the world to continue the human population by giving birth instead of women, the human population would have died off thousands of years ago.
I had been seeing The Business of Being Born keep popping up on my Netflix as a recommended title that I would enjoy. Then recently, a writer friend (http://www.meetmissjones.com/) also told me I should see it after she read about our disappointment with our first two appointments at a standard hospital. (Of course, we ended up switching to midwives and are so happy, though I had no idea what a midwife really even was when we first met with them.)
So last night we watched the documentary, The Business of Being Born, directed by Ricki Lake and produced by Abby Epstein (yes, they are both Jewish). I went into it thinking it would be a tiring movie telling how much money is made off of strollers, cribs, daycare, etc.
Instead, it is a one-sided film about the importance of the long-lost tradition of natural births. And we loved it!
I took notes:
-Induced labor increases the chances of C-Section by 50%
-In Japan and Europe, 70% of births are delivered by a midwife. In the US, only 8%
-The US has the 2nd worst newborn death rate in the developed world
-The US has one of the highest maternal mortality rates among all industrialized countries
-Since 1996 the C-Section rate in the US has risen 46%; In 2005, it was one out of every 3 American births
While there are obviously certain situations where a C-Section is absolutely necessary (like the baby being “breach”), it is a major surgery that has become the new norm.
Interestingly, in the movie, a group of young doctors are asked how many live births they have witnessed. Basically, none of them had.
And to me, that’s scary. That it’s easier, less time consuming, and more profitable to induce labor and perform a C-Section that it is to let the baby born naturally.
In the documentary they explain how the peak times for American babies being born is at 4pm and 10pm, the times at the end of the work shifts so that doctors can go home.
For me, the desire to have a natural birth all comes down to observing the downward spiral of having a baby in a hospital, with a doctor, the American way:
The mother is given Pitocin, to induce labor. Which causes longer, more intense contractions and cuts off oxygen to the baby, putting both the mother and the baby at risk, as well as potentially causing birth defects (even ADHD or Autism in the child later on, though not enough evidence can back this yet, but I won’t be surprised when it can).
So inducing labor increases the chances of having a C-Section by 50%, which puts both mother and child at greater risk. And the epidural slows down the birthing process- which in addition to the Pitocin, is another drug that may also affect the health of the baby.
Until last night, I had never witnessed a live human birth. But now I’ve seen at least four or five. All of them natural.
It’s pretty interesting to watch. I didn’t think it was gross, and I’m not artistic enough off a person to go on and on about how beautiful it was. It just seemed natural and normal. Like watching someone poop. But a baby came out instead.
The Business of Being Born does contain a large amount of nudity, as most of the mothers are nude while giving birth. But we were so intrigued by watching the births, that it didn’t register, “hey, this is porn”. It was just a woman giving birth. The documentary is not rated, because if it was, it may have to be rated NC-17. But to that I say, What Movie Rating Does Real Life Get?
One of the major reasons I now support natural birth (and denounce induced labor by a doctor, with certain exceptions) is the fact that in a hospital, the mother lays down flat on a bed. Common sense tells us that gravity will naturally help pull the baby out. Plus the fact that by having the mother lay down flat, it gives the baby less room to come out.
I also learned that when a baby is born naturally, “a love cocktail of hormones” is released by the mother, causing a unique bond to occur between the mother and the child.
This is where we’re headed. This is what we will attempt. A natural birth overseen by midwives. Yet just down the hall from an M.D. in case something goes wrong.
I am absolutely a “people watcher”, always ready to spot slightly strange behavior from the strangers around me. Pay dirt. Yesterday as I was driving home from work, I couldn’t help but notice (whether I was “people watching” or not) that during the red light, the man in the car in front of me pulled out a trumpet and played it until the light turned green again.
This happened for the remaining five or six traffic lights we shared until I turned the other way to get to my house. Each time the light turned right, he immediately pulled out his horn. It didn’t take long for others to notice what he was doing. Laughing to themselves as they witnessed the random happening.
Was he just trying to squeeze in some extra practice time for an upcoming gig? Or a recital? The man was at least 30 years old.
Or maybe he just really has a passion for music? After all, this is Music City.
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