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Sunday, April 19, 2009
thought: "eradicate this font" what?!

Thursday, April 16, 2009
essay: johari window
I guess I did finally do my psych essay.
No time to edit.
Ah, well. We'll take everything in steps.
The Johari Window:
Window to Becoming Aware of Oneself
The Johari Window is essentially a window to one’s awareness of oneself in terms of personality trait expression and serves as a useful tool in understanding how information is given and received in relationships. The model is basically, a rectangular figure divided into four distinct sections: the Arena/Open, the Blind Spot, the Façade, and the Unknown. In developing a Johari Window, peers of the subject are asked to select five or six personality traits from a set list that they believe best describe the target individual, whom already selected traits about him/herself. After several peers have evaluated the person, the window begins to take form.
The Arena/Open area describes the quadrant in which information is known about the individual under mutual terms between the public and him/herself. The Blind Spot represents the section where characteristics that are perceived by others are present, but not known by the subject. In the third quadrant, the façade dwells, where traits about the individual are avoided or hidden and not known by the public. Lastly, the Unknown contains information that remains inexistent and yet to be elicited.
Developed in the 1950’s by Joseph Luft and Harry Ingham, the Johari Window is appropriately named with the combination of the model’s creators (Joseph + Harry = JoHari) and remains a new contribution to the world of psychology and work. When viewing the grid, the method of benefiting from such heavily supports ideas of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. Passing the bottom of the pyramid and going directly to the top of Maslow’s diagram, the Johari Window emphasizes on self-improvement and in Maslow’s case, self-actualization. In addition to the humanistic approach of becoming better people, the Johari Window may also be incorporated into Freud’s theories of the unconscious in respect to the Unknown area of the model. Freud also thought consciousness is like the tip of the iceberg with vast area containing our judgment, morals, and unconscious beneath. In a way, the Johari Window maps out the little details that can help reveal the iceberg or expand our sense of reality and act accordingly.
The goal of the model is to simply help people understand themselves and others; and through mutual understanding, optimize productivity within the working place. New teams begin with larger hidden and unknown areas with blind spots slowly forming from first impressions. Overtime, team members’ should be evoked by either self-discovery (bringing into the hidden), others’ observation (into the blind spot), or together as a team (into the arena). It is advised that a good team have a large Arena of openness and understanding in comparison of other quadrants. A large hidden area and blind spot signifies that members are distant.
In order to expand the Arena and minimize the other sections, feedback and self-disclosure is important in a group or environment. Feedback solicitation gives others a chance to express how they feel about an individual with open ears to listen and make changes. Self-disclosure is all about telling others about oneself in an effort to gain interest and information to bond.
Although the Johari Window provides a great method for evaluating the growth of closeness and openness within a team, such results render useless if members of a team or individuals are unwilling to act upon the newfound information of the model. More disadvantages of the window include the competence of those evaluating—for example, do participants know the difference between being knowledgeable versus intelligent? Of the provided list of fifty-five adjectives, how many may be perceived as synonyms of each other? Such items need to be taken into consideration.
Overall, some may view the Johari Window as a silly activity where individuals fish for compliments, and in that way, the model may be seen as a singularly appreciable exercise, but others may walk away with something more—the seed of motivation for their quests for self-actualization and improvement.
Arena(known to self and others) complex, intelligent, observant, patient, reflective, self-assertive | Blind Spot(known only to others) able, accepting, adaptable, bold, calm, caring, cheerful, clever, confident, dependable, dignified, energetic, extroverted, friendly, giving, happy, helpful, idealistic, independent, kind, knowledgeable, logical, loving, mature, modest, organised, relaxed, religious, sensible, sympathetic, trustworthy, warm, wise, witty |
Façade(known only to self)
| Unknown(known to nobody) brave, ingenious, introverted, nervous, powerful, proud, quiet, responsive, searching, self-conscious, sentimental, shy, silly, spontaneous, tense |
Dominant Traits
53% of people think that lilxerica is friendly
57% of people agree that lilxerica is intelligent
All Percentages
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You can make your own Johari Window, or view lilxerica's full data.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
thoughts: not doing psych paper
Words from yesterday.
I'm not doing my psychology paper tonight.
with no sense of time management
with big ideas and dreams
and a lazy disposition.
("But we've got to hold on to what we've got...")
Sometimes, I confuse myself
whether I am more optimistic or pessimistic.
-lilxerica
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
thought: lidocaine is cool.

Lidocaine is cool.Today, I got a filling done on a cavity on the side of one of my molars and Dr. Finkle numbed the right side of my cheek. It took quite a while for the tingliness to change to heaviness, but this is how numbness really feels: like I got a fat lip. I try to grin and outcomes a wry smile. Much effort is needed to pull the tips of my mouth up. Effortless, my face is Abe Lincoln's--half smile, half indifference. My cheek feels soft and tender (haha, kind of like a baby's bottom) and the wetness of my bottom lip may oddly be compared to the sliminess of an uncooked piece of chicken thigh, the fatty part that we often pick with our finger and slice off. What an odd feeling this is as there is actually none (haha or the nerves rather)!Lordie, I'm so weird.
Monday, March 23, 2009
thought: nicholas hughes dead
It was just announced yesterday, but happened last week:
Nicholas Hughes, son of Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath,
committed suicide and hanged himself
after battling depression.
It's such a shame. Apparently, he specialized in fish studies.
I especially like this picture of the family.
So happy.
Go here to learn more and be referred to other articles on this.
Monday, March 9, 2009
thought: going home

a little bit of that."
Many times, I had walked past the furneral home. Never had I stepped within. Yet there I was inside the doors. The dim lighting seemed to set the mood upon entrance, but lit up as I lifted my head and gazed forward.
An unusual sight it was; a small group of people sitting on chairs conversing while others chose to stand and chat. It became clearer to me that this was honoring a well lived life, rather than a somber passing. As my family and I walked towards the front of the room, a woman with a kind face and straight light blond hair approached us. "You must be the old neighbors," she said with a smile clear with appreciation, " she loved talking about your family."
Mrs. Duris looked the same to me. Her pale honey hair slightly thinner, but still the same curled around. Dressed in a calm florescent green outfit, she lied peacefully as if she was telling us a message with what she wore. The color green brings comfort. Of course, I'm not even sure whether she picked her clothes prior to her passing or those at the morgue did, but still, it was a sweet gesture of thought. Her hands were folded neatly with her aged fingers wrapped around a crucifix. There is no doubt that this wonderful woman is home.
At first, going over to her was difficult. I got this sort of empty feeling inside, knowing Mrs. Duris was not there in front of me, but just a body. I never lost anyone close to me, but when I listened to my mom's message about her earlier today, it made my stomach flip and heart sink. Once it all came down on me, the memories of her rush forward and reminscence flooded the mind. As the official babysitter of my youth, she holds a special place as a person who never thought of herself, only others. According to my mom, Mrs. Duris was the kind of person who never refused to comply when a favor was asked. Just last week, I wondered where she was and encouraged my mom to call her. She said it was peculiar how this last Christmas, Mrs. Duris didn't send us her usual annual holiday card. While I wondered this, Mrs. Duris was already resting peacefully in her sleep and onward to above.
Later after warm conversations, I felt much better. It was apparent through the stories of loved ones that Mrs. Duris had a wonderfully complete life, yet here I was crying with a wry smile of rememberance of all the good things she did.
I don't have a sophisticated way to say this, but I'm sad at the fact that I will never get to see Grandma Margaret again in this life. The last time I saw her was about five years ago at my baptism and the next will be someday when I too go home. When that time comes, we'll watch Michelle Kwan re-runs, snack on her homemade cookies, play scrabble on the computer, and skip across the floors of heaven.
In heaven, I promise not to be a picky eater.
Although I am most certain you will;
Rest in Peace
Margaret M. Duris
(1921-2009)
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
thought/poetry: walking to the library
Monday, February 9, 2009
thought: is the color red intimidating?
According to the University of British Columbia’s research on color conc
erning the effects of red and blue on task work, red may be sometimes approached as a bit intimidating, superior, and with great caution. The article supporting this explains that the university had recently conducted a study with more than 600 participants about color. Subjects were asked to perform specified tasks under the condition of having a blue or red desktop background as well as tasks involving working with the actual color. Overall, those working with a red background performed “31 percent better at tasks like proofreading…which require attention to detail.”Although significant results and differences were apparent in this particular studying involving red and blue, the experiment lacked a control group to make results comparable to the norm. In addition to this possible gap, the article did not specify where the sample population was taken from to be representative of which group of people. Certain groups of people may possibly be bias towards or less affected by a color, such as perhaps, those conditioned from a background of seeing the color red regularly would be “immune” to the effects of the particular hue. However, despite these minor discrepancies, I do believe that color effects how people perceive life and our surroundings.
Red may be perceived as intimidating and generally may seem so; however, depending on the context, the color may send off a different message. An article by David Johnson of Information Please asks the question whether different colors affect one’s mood.
The most emotionally intense color, red stimulates a faster heartbeat and
breathing. It is also the color of love. Red clothing gets noticed and makes the
wearer appear heavier…In decorating, red is usually used as an accent.
Decorators say that red furniture should be perfect since it will attract
attention.
Johnson forgets to add that the color red also stimulates appetite. In the fast food industry, companies often sport bright red logos, such as McDonald’s, Wendy’s, Burger King, KFC, Pizza Hut, and many other places to attract customers and sway them to buying their products. Even restaurants that do not have the bold red logos find ways to use color psychology to their advantage. Walking past the green and yellow logo of Subway, customers will find themselves in a lovely dining area with beautiful, alluring wallpaper displaying the freshness of fruits and vegetables the restaurant has to offer—of course, including a blown up photo of the deep rich fullness of red tomatoes.
Another article in connection to the University of Rochester, points out that “the color red attracts men to women.” Studies focused on males’ responses to different photographs of women in different settings and presentations. In one part of the study, men were asked to rate the attractiveness of a women framed by a red border opposed to a white or blue border. The other study went deeper into showing test subjects women with different colored shirts and asking them dating related questions. To establish some control, colors used in each study were “precisely equated in saturation and brightness levels” to avoid any other factors that could influence the outcome. At the end of the study, “the women shown framed by or wearing red were rated significantly more attractive and sexually desirable by men.”
*Sorry, I did not include a bibliography. One will come soon so that sources will be cited correctly.
-lilxerica
Monday, January 26, 2009
thought: path
Thursday, January 1, 2009
2009
(I don't know how many times, I've started a post with that, haha.)
It's been more than a year since I started this blog. Sadly, I must confess that I have not been routinely staying true to the monthly quota; however, Blogger itself, has grown wonderful in allowing users to place all sorts of new "gadgets" (as they call them) to convey their message in multiple ways instead of being limited to words. I'm going to breeze through what I have moved from this year:
- Images
- Connection to Flickr
- Side Links
- Blogger's Video
- Youtube Embedding
- Imeem Embedding
- Automatic Search by Google
- Lists
- Embedding Forms
Everything ties together well and it gives me great pleasure to look back on the previous year of posts. This experience is just the same as my love of photography and my annoying presence at the dinner table, other events, and vacations of all sorts, taking pictures of everything, dead or alive.
Over the last couple of months, I've noticed that I have been flipping through the plastic pages of my family's photo albums where the cameras ran on film. Each time, I find myself cooing at the baby-selves of my siblings. I can't wait that in the coming years, I'll be laughing at my stupid mistakes and judgments due to my prefrontal dysfunction as a teenager, when I grow older.
To reminsce and reflect are activities that never cease within my mind and continue each moment, sleep or awake.
This year, I want amazing things to happen. For each remarkable instance, I wish to capture it, whether through picture, word, or simply, the memory.
Let's make 2009 a year to remember!
with great eagerness,
-lilxerica
Snip Snap
we all know this, but everything must have a bending, tipping, snapping, breaking point.
When will it happen
and what can the people standing around do to prolong the wait for this major paroxysm?
What measures would you take to save the world from ourselves?
Will it begin with
a touch
a word
a picture
a photo?
Or rather
a poem
a song
a lyric
or a simple stanza?
-lilxerica
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Post- election thoughts
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
thought: the state of humanity during the holocaust
The Highlight of Human Emotion During Tragedy
The best and worst of people usually emerge during times of grief, desperation, and sadness. Many may wonder as to why such extremes are not expressed during the light-hearted and joyous moments of life. It is simply because, during those times of pleasure, one emotion is emitted by all or rather a façade is put up to simulate such elatedness, while dismissing the unhappy works that threaten the laughter and excitement. Tragedy however, as awful as it seems, gives opportunity for all to display a range of emotions from hate to even compassion or sympathy. One such example would be that of the Holocaust occurring prior to and during World War II.
Sickening and cruel events happened during the Holocaust involving Jews, gypsies, and peoples of difference ironically all alike, being mindlessly slaughtered without any consideration that those individuals were most positively human too. Perhaps many may argue that those men, the Nazis were not at all human for their unforgivable actions, but some must fathom that yes, indeed that those in that political group were very much human showing sadly the worst in humanity. Dr. Josef Mengele, also known as the “Angel of Death”, was a member of the Nazi party and served as chief provider of the gas chambers located at the death camp of
On the contrary, the brighter side of the picture is that many did not plainly stand and do “nothing.” During the Holocaust, it has been recorded that many individuals had made the choice to rise up and fight back against anti-Semitism and hatred by either joining a rebellion or subtly and surreptitiously allowing Jews and people of difference to hide within their homes. Irene Sendler worked as a Polish social worker during the Holocaust and “helped save some 2,500 Jewish children from the Nazis by smuggling them out of the Warsaw Ghetto and giving them false identities” (Associated Press). Although, Sendler had given the Jewish children false names and passed them as Catholics, she took great care into writing the original birth-given names of each child in hope to reunite them with their families after the war. One child who was saved by Sendler wrote, "Mrs. Sendler saved not only us, but also our children and grandchildren and the generations to come." Sendler, who died recently almost three months ago at 98 displayed the good of humanity at its peak saving thousands of lives and with time, the numbers keep growing.
Altogether, through the horrific events of one of the most devastating periods of history, there was a definite existence of evil intentions yet simultaneously the presence of the underlying goodness of the merciful. The Holocaust is taught today, teaching lessons around the world to realize the terror, yet sensitive heart of humanity. ♫
-lilxerica
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
thought: some sad, but funny pics?
Yeah, so today I was browsing around the internet and I came across three pictures that pertain to the usage of animals (or fruit in the orange's case) to create beneficial human products like our food. I showed all three to my mom, and in turn, she though only one of them was just gosh awful sad. It happens to be the tiny cow one... Hmm I wonder why, because isn't the chick an animal too? Why particularly the cow? Maybe it's because the cow depicted in the picture looks so cute, that it breaks your heart to see it cry...



(Of all of them though, she loved the chicken one haha.)
-lilxerica
Thursday, June 26, 2008
thought: descent of humanity
Flourish and fall, like the once grand empire of Rome, I wonder with a heavy heart;
what is our outcome to be?
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
assignment: NEANDERTHRAL MAN
A Day In The Life of A Neanderthal
The sun’s rays seethe into our cave to tell the story of a new day. Lashing her whip of light she tugs onto my leg and pulls me awake from my slumber. Groaning in a language indistinguishable even to my companions, I reluctantly pull myself from the deep stone beneath me that has steadily begun to warm up at morning’s sight. As I step toward the ground beyond the shelter, a cold breeze rushes in and brushes against my own shoulder. I do not shiver. The cold is something my people have grown accustomed to in our tribe.
It’s not a very large group at all. There have been rumors of the existence of others just like us, but somehow different in a peculiar way; more flawed and weak compared to our massive and strong build of perfection. I pity them, yet myself at the same time. I’ve known the men I stand with for all my life, but still an unsettling spark of curiosity surges through my veins in search of an escape or refuge for paradise from this loathsome and lonely isolation I’m selfish to feel. What lies beyond the mellow line cast by the milky sun during sunset? I can neither express myself nor cry out in anguish to my people. They would never understand, yet I must follow what has been set before me. I close my eyes and sigh as wisps of more air pass through the nape of my neck luring me out of the dark.
By now, the others have awoken as well and now cluster close together. Normally, we would have all gone out to the wilderness to hunt, but someone has passed, a young male while wrestling a beast. It is a great shame. I look up above, shielding my eyes from the sun and see a flock of feathered birds flapping their wings in unison, almost as if they are beckoning me to pierce them with stone into their very hearts. I shake off this fantasy and see that already women have begun to gather tiny flowers from nearby bushes, while the men start to dig with ambition for a deep trench. Minutes pass as I stand back and watch as the ground begins to melt away. Blinking once more, I hurry along to join them tossing dirt around incoherently across the surrounding surface.
Hours later, we manage to utilize our stone tools, each handcrafted well and begin our hunt. Finally once the stars have emerged, it is pronounced night. The deceased has been put to rest with small yellow petals and flowers adorning the burial site. I am pleased. The soft consistent breeze continues. Children play music from bones flutes, handcrafted the same as the stone from their fathers and dance around the fire spluttering noises I do not know. The sound is soothing to my ears, while the atmosphere remains calm. I roast my prize bird in peace, plucking the feathers off my weapon and wiping it clean. Women present other plants as well to accompany the bird. Content as I am, there exists still that yearning for something more. An expression perhaps that remains undiscovered. ◊
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
thought: trip to forest preserve
Today, we went to a local forest preserve in attempt to test the water quality of the streams, and photograph various types of creatures in biology class. Overall, beside some mishaps that occurred here and there with crazy hippies exuberant and hyper to return to the wild (well actually only one), the trip was a success. I was able to snag pretty decent shots of tiny macro organisms that I never knew that was there within the soil I stood on.
The pluses of today:
- Got more pictures of different species, including:
- new strange fungi
- orange poisonous-looking one
- big flappy fungus
- many other weird looking varieties growing on the trees
- it didn't rain
- I wore my hiking boots that protected me much more than any pair of gym shoes could from the mud.
- the forest preserve seemed much nicer than others
- opener area
- enables one to get a feel for nature
- relaxing
- vibrant in color
- stressed to be observant
- ate lunch in a comfortable place by the stream
- had a korean wing
- adventurous
- saw a deer and raccoon from a distance
- found a quarter on the floor
- kicked up a crawfish in the stream that was preggers and was laying black little eggs on my hand (but it crawled off and plopped back into the water)
- field trip = more work to do later on
- MUD, gets everything dirty and sucks feet up
- when you pick up feet, makes slurrgyy sound
- attempted to cross stream with one arm while on a log (with boots slippery by the way)
- clipboard with papers and friend's binder falls into water
- clipboard face down, binder...floating
- got into water with useless weighters
- water caved in
- socks got slogggy
- left cell phone in pocket while in water
- still works, which is good
- threw it at friend on land
- getting out = difficult
- mud slide present
- pulled me out, but weighters came off
- weighters still attached to my belt, dragging me down
- get through with iggy socks
- pour out gallons of water in weighters
- sprained or something part of my foot weirdly
- hopped around with iggy socks
- felt like I still was wearing weighter even on land (drenched jeans blehgsss)
Though the day has its interesting humps/ bumps I had fun times haha,
even when a little messy.
-lilxerica
You just can't hold on forever.
Giving up something you held
so dearly is tough, but manageable.
We all have to move on.
Right?


