| Bit of historical irony for those that like that sort of thing...
In 1852 Charles Mackay wrote a book called: Memoirs of Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds. That book details things like Tulipomania and other instances of mass action, and goes on to hypothesize that people act in groups a large majority of the time.
Psychologists and Sociologists picked up on this theory and used the examples and hypothesizes from the book to model everything from the stock market to individual choices.
In a bit of turnabout is fair play... modern historians looking back on Tulipomania say that it wasn't really an example of mass hysteria or mass action... that instead it was limited to only a few people of a higher class, and didn't affect entire countries as had been stated by Mackay. So the theories that Mackay came up with and hundreds (if not thousands) of psychologists and sociologists then gravitated to and held up as truth are all based on a false premise...
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| I have a huge screaming headache this morning... woke up with it really.
I'm getting over a cold, so it's probably related to that, but I usually only get this type of headache when I'm getting a cold.
Meh...
meh...
meh.
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| Picked up a guitar... my dads... same one I started learning to play on when I was just a wee lad.
My dad just handed it right over to me... and besides the impetus to learn something useful I had this exhibition of trust and love is driving me to stick with it.
It's frustrating doing something that your body has physical limits for. My fingers, while not bleeding externally, almost certainly are internally. An over 30 year old Werner acoustic will do that to you.
The most I've gotten to so far is lesson two on the ultimate guitar web site's basics... It's good... I'm making progress... slow frustrating progress... but progress none the less.
Practice practice practice right?
Two hours is about as much as I can get out of my fingers.
They're numb... which doesn't hurt as much with scotch in me... no wonder why so many musicians are drunks. |
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| You are my swetest downfall... |
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