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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>A contemplation of communication in all of it’s forms, and an attempt to reconcile my educational and social influences into a coherent whole.</description><title>Semantic Aphasia</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @sclaireaoki)</generator><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Self-control</title><description>&lt;p&gt;There is a model of self-control in the psychology literature which proposes that it&amp;#8217;s a limited resource: We have a certain amount which we use up throughout the day, decreasing our ability to exercise it on subsequent tasks, and then, somehow, it rebounds and we start at the beginning again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have a feeling that if I looked at the peaks and valleys of my expressiveness it would follow the same trajectory as this model proposes. For the most part I am extremely controlled: I make a conscious effort to remain unemotional and nonreactive. Eventually, though, the self-control keeping this in place erodes, and all of my emotions are expressed in one exhalation. &lt;br/&gt;Then, eventually, the feeling passes: I can compose myself, and the cycle is complete.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/48586700859</link><guid>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/48586700859</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2013 23:25:00 -0400</pubDate><category>psychology</category><category>self control</category><category>personality</category><category>expression</category><category>emotion</category></item><item><title>"I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold."</title><description>“I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;F. Scott Fitzgerald, &lt;em&gt;The Love of the Last Tycoon&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://audreylostinparis.tumblr.com/"&gt;audreylostinparis&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/48253000493</link><guid>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/48253000493</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Apr 2013 23:18:37 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>cat power-the greatest</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XK8UPF9inY0?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;cat power-the greatest&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/48133725972</link><guid>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/48133725972</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Apr 2013 14:28:17 -0400</pubDate><category>cat power</category><category>chan marshall</category></item><item><title>sahremina:

yann tiersen,la valse d’amelie
</title><description>&lt;iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_47681721607" src="http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/47681721607/audio_player_iframe/sclaireaoki/tumblr_ml024z9SiH1raokse?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fsclaireaoki%2F47681721607%2Ftumblr_ml024z9SiH1raokse" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="169"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sahremina.tumblr.com/post/47551050509/yann-tiersen-la-valse-damelie"&gt;sahremina&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yann tiersen,la valse d’amelie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/47681721607</link><guid>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/47681721607</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Apr 2013 00:55:45 -0400</pubDate><category>amelie</category><category>yann tiersen</category><category>la valse d'amelie</category><category>film</category><category>soundtracks</category></item><item><title>9-year-old explains the meaning of life</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SvMiXk2gGSk?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;9-year-old explains the meaning of life&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/47464188122</link><guid>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/47464188122</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Apr 2013 12:43:38 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>crittters:

divine-hatred:

reasons not to have kids:
the seventh grade emo phase
the seventh grade...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://crittters.tumblr.com/post/47410521383/divine-hatred-reasons-not-to-have-kids-the"&gt;crittters&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://divine-hatred.tumblr.com/post/32767583754/reasons-not-to-have-kids-the-seventh-grade-emo"&gt;divine-hatred&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;reasons not to have kids:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the seventh grade emo phase&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;the seventh grade emo phase&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;the seventh grade emo phase&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;the seventh grade emo phase&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;the seventh grade emo phase&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;the seventh grade emo phase&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Omg&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/47439508493</link><guid>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/47439508493</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Apr 2013 02:00:17 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Apology</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="hw"&gt;sor•ry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pron"&gt;(ˈsɒr i, ˈsɔr i) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;adj. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-ri•er, -ri•est.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;/strong&gt;feeling regret, compunction, sympathy, pity, etc.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;/strong&gt;regrettable or deplorable; unfortunate: &lt;span class="illustration"&gt;a sorry situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;/strong&gt;sorrowful; grieved.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;/strong&gt;suggestive of grief; melancholy.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;/strong&gt;wretched, poor, or useless.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. &lt;/strong&gt;(used interjectionally as a conventional apology)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;I&amp;#8217;m sorry.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/47344907822</link><guid>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/47344907822</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Apr 2013 02:00:00 -0400</pubDate><category>apology</category><category>sorry</category></item><item><title>cacestlavie:

The evolution of a wise man
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lre0xcQ9Ml1qi2ux0o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://cacestlavie.tumblr.com/post/10111578236/the-evolution-of-a-wise-man"&gt;cacestlavie&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The evolution of a wise man&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/47240228280</link><guid>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/47240228280</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Apr 2013 22:02:30 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then..."</title><description>“If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/47119639776</link><guid>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/47119639776</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Apr 2013 13:52:53 -0400</pubDate><category>Martin Luther King Jr.</category><category>quotes</category></item><item><title>"In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral..."</title><description>“In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://fleurstains.tumblr.com/"&gt;fleurstains&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/47075058413</link><guid>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/47075058413</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Apr 2013 22:20:15 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"I liked Berlin. The city and I understood each other. I liked that they had left the bombed-out hulk..."</title><description>“I liked Berlin. The city and I understood each other. I liked that they had left the bombed-out hulk of the Kaiser Wilhelm Church as a monument to loss. Nobody had forgotten anything here. In Berlin, you had to wrestle with the past, you had to build on the ruins, inside them. It wasn’t like America, where we scraped the earth clean, thinking we could start again every time. We hadn’t learned yet, that there was no such thing as an empty canvas”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;While Oleander - Janet Fitch (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://theawkwardhug.tumblr.com/"&gt;theawkwardhug&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/47000459082</link><guid>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/47000459082</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Apr 2013 00:37:54 -0400</pubDate><category>white oleander</category><category>janet fitch</category></item><item><title>Feeling confused? Shaky? Ambivalent? Unsure? You might like our new episode.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.radiolab.org/2013/mar/26/"&gt;Feeling confused? Shaky? Ambivalent? Unsure? You might like our new episode.&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://wnycradiolab.tumblr.com/post/46509163015/feeling-confused-shaky-ambivalent-unsure-you-might" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;wnycradiolab&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s called “Are You Sure?” and it’s waiting for you &lt;a href="http://www.radiolab.org/2013/mar/26/" title="Radiolab - Are You Sure?"&gt;right here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/46509734831</link><guid>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/46509734831</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Mar 2013 11:25:00 -0400</pubDate><category>radiolab</category><category>podcasts</category><category>science</category><category>psychology</category><category>NPR</category></item><item><title>Best Coast: When I’m with you</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nL5K3pG-CsQ?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Best Coast: When I’m with you&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/46505357785</link><guid>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/46505357785</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Mar 2013 10:03:44 -0400</pubDate><category>best coast</category><category>music</category><category>when I'm with you</category></item><item><title>Theories of Personality</title><description>&lt;p&gt;In this class I&amp;#8217;m revisiting a number of paradigms I haven&amp;#8217;t encountered since psyc101, and I keep tripping over theories that I remember being intrinsically drawn to years ago. I&amp;#8217;ve come to realize that what connects them is that they involve the imposition of some kind of structure which makes life seem simple and predictable. They include: stage theories that depict the life span as if it were a staircase that everyone climbs; hierarchies that illustrate all of our motives for action in a simple, rank-ordered pyramid; and theories of learning that boil the complexity of human behaviour down to equations involving punishment and reinforcement. &lt;br/&gt;
The last one mentioned, the learning theory, may be my favorite of them all, and oddly, it is perhaps the coldest and most mechanistic. In this theory human behaviour is predictable and malleable: We do what we learn it is beneficial to do, and we avoid doing what we learn it is harmful to do. &lt;br/&gt;
Despite the fact that this theory seems dehumanizing, I think the comfort of it lies in it&amp;#8217;s scientific approach. There is something reassuring about being able to see the world as logical and rule-bound, and perhaps this is especially true when it applies to the actions of people, which so often can seem to defy explanation or understanding.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/46487565007</link><guid>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/46487565007</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Mar 2013 01:34:00 -0400</pubDate><category>psychology</category><category>personality psychology</category><category>personality</category><category>clinical psychology</category><category>psyc</category><category>learning theory</category></item><item><title>partybarackisinthehousetonight:

if you’re ever feeling lazy just remember that the ancient greeks...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://partybarackisinthehousetonight.tumblr.com/post/44017593188/if-youre-ever-feeling-lazy-just-remember-that-the"&gt;partybarackisinthehousetonight&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;if you’re ever feeling lazy just remember that the ancient greeks believed their gods lived on top of a very climbable hill but no one even bothered to check&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/46222532012</link><guid>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/46222532012</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Mar 2013 23:07:40 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Morcheeba and Talib Kweli-Let me see</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="299" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3songLux9Fg?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Morcheeba and Talib Kweli-Let me see&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/46209622868</link><guid>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/46209622868</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Mar 2013 20:34:22 -0400</pubDate><category>morcheeba</category><category>talib kweli</category><category>let me see</category><category>music</category></item><item><title>Self-Serving Bias</title><description>&lt;p&gt;In making sense of the actions of ourselves and others, there is a tendency for people to automatically evaluate their own in reference to situational factors, and other&amp;#8217;s in reference to intrapersonal factors. Therefore, we tend to see others who do something bad to us as bad people, yet, when we perform the same action, we see ourselves as victims of circumstance. We don&amp;#8217;t see our own negative actions as reflective of who we are.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Eventually, though, when we come to know someone else well enough, we begin to incorporate their personality into our self-concept. In the close relationships literature this is called &lt;em&gt;inclusion of the other in the self&lt;/em&gt;, and when it happens, for that other person, the self-serving bias disappears. We give them the benefit of the doubt, and we interpret their negative actions the same way we would our own.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/46007168628</link><guid>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/46007168628</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Mar 2013 15:20:56 -0400</pubDate><category>self serving bias</category><category>psychology</category><category>close relationships</category><category>relationships</category><category>motivation</category><category>attribution</category></item><item><title>Bob Dylan-All the Tired Horses</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ae6zSlAajD0?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bob Dylan-All the Tired Horses&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/45812009863</link><guid>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/45812009863</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Mar 2013 23:38:26 -0400</pubDate><category>bob dylan</category><category>music</category><category>all the tired horses</category></item><item><title>"But mostly, I wanted to tell her about her cat. I had kept my promise; I had found him. It took..."</title><description>““But mostly, I wanted to tell her about her cat. I had kept my promise; I had found him. It took weeks of after-work roaming through those Spanish Harlem streets, and there were many false alarms — flashes of tiger-striped fur that, upon inspection, were not him. But one day, one cold sunshiny Sunday winter afternoon, it was. Flanked by potted plants and framed by clean lace curtains, he was seated in the window of a warm-looking room: I wondered what his name was, for I was certain he had one now, certain he’d arrived somewhere he belonged. African hut or whatever, I hope Holly has, too.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany’s&lt;/em&gt; by Truman Capote (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://shoreparty.tumblr.com/"&gt;shoreparty&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/45657125363</link><guid>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/45657125363</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Mar 2013 02:03:33 -0400</pubDate><category>truman capote</category><category>capote</category><category>breakfast at tiffanys</category><category>quotes</category></item><item><title>"It is likely I will die next to a pile of things I was meaning to read."</title><description>“It is likely I will die next to a pile of things I was meaning to read.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Lemony Snicket (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://www.fallonvenable.com/"&gt;gingermob&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/45404820462</link><guid>http://sclaireaoki.tumblr.com/post/45404820462</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Mar 2013 02:08:50 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
