Written Into The Score/ added to and revised Tues. May 19, '09

This morning, a fine radio interview that I'd like to share in some capacity here...

From Radio West 5/19/09:

"You've probably thought about how your e-mail and texting and twittering are dividing your attention - and that it's having a real impact on your life.

Beyond the anecdotal evidence, behavioral science writer Winifred Gallagher says that "focus" may actually be a biological necessity (ade asks:"this is news?"). Attention, she says, is a finite resource and using it wisely is the key to a more productive and healthy life. Gallagher has a new book. It's called Rapt."

From a site called ARTSOPOLIS (reviewer not identified):

"In Rapt, acclaimed behavioral science writer, Winifred Gallagher makes the radical argument that the quality of your life largely depends on what you choose to pay attention to and how you choose to do it. Gallagher grapples with provocative questions, driving us to reconsider what we think we know about attention.

No matter what your quotient of wealth, looks, brains, or fame, increasing your satisfaction means focusing more on what really interests you and less on what doesn’t. In asserting its groundbreaking thesis, (ade again, "groundbreaking? huh!"),
Rapt yields fresh insights into the nature of reality and what it means to be fully alive.

Gallagher’s books include House Thinking, Just the Way You Are (a New York Times Notable Book), Working on God, and The Power of Place. She has written for numerous publications, such as Atlantic Monthly, Rolling Stone, and the New York Times."

The interview was dynamite. Gallagher has a wonderful, science based presentation fused with a practicality and personal story that I found quite engaging. I'd love to have an audio recording of the Radio West interview (a podcast would work for others).

Although I'm caught surprised, as an alien from another planet might be, that we are forever reinventing the wheel towards understanding "mind", it seems we humans are cycling closer and closer towards some sort of center.

Ever developing "Home", the one between our ears.

...riding it out, wave upon wave till the interior buzz and spectral connections gently lend toward mend; flush, mend, back-bend, suspend and again to find a piece of what no one else has touched; the tiny memory of star; and hope.

Then the chorus sang with a part well written for your voice alone. Offered as invitation, to accept or refuse. In that, lay-away home... the "Home" of one's own making.

... a place to sing, or dance, depending...

...or choose to refrain from either.


I'm EVER SO happy to have been from an intensely quiet and focused environment during all of my adulthood. My previously fractured heart and brain have been given room to develop gently, and at my own pace.