These days I’m terribly into hypnotherapy. I used to be quite a hypnosis sceptic. It just didn’t seem plausible to me that you could make someone cluck like a chicken every time you snap your fingers. My only exposure to hypnotism was from television shows, but I did work in a health clinic owned by a hypnotherapist before and some of my best friends have been hypnotized.
A friend of mine got hypnotherapy once. Her experience also led me to believe it was a load of hogwash. She said that the whole time the therapist was trying to hypnotize her an ice cream truck was driving around the neighborhood playing ice-cream-truck songs. It was so distracting that she couldn’t go into a trance. Finally, she pretended to be hypnotized so she could leave.
My mother also had a friend who used hypnosis to stop smoking. She still smokes.
Now, you understand my scepticism, don’t you?
Recently, I started watching hypnosis videos on YouTube and I’m completely fascinated. I don’t have a television most of my entertainment comes from YouTube.
There’s this thing you can do called instant induction. From what I’ve seen on the YouTube videos to put someone into trance via instant induction all you have to do is grab them and say sleep in a jarring way. We’ve been trying it around the house. So far neither of us has gone into a trance, but I’ve been scared half to death on several occasions.
Since our instant inductions weren’t working out, I decided to try watching videos about how to put someone into a trance. One night, I was engrossed in watching one of these videos with my husband. When I paused the video to as something about it, I was shocked to discover my husband was in a trance. I kept hitting his leg and saying, “Stop messing around and open your eyes.” He kept trying to open them, but couldn’t. Finally, I hit him enough times to snap him out of it. I’m still not sure if he was lying or not. Anyway, here’s the video.
When my husband isn’t working he usually goes with me to church on Sundays. This past Sunday he was working. When he got home I told him that people asked about him at church. He immediately picked up the guitar and started singing this.
Not too long ago I mentioned that I was planning on making videos. Since then I’ve been agonizing over what to do exactly for those videos.
When I woke up this morning I had something in my eye and that was all the inspiration I needed. The resulting video was supposed to be funny, but ended up being a little scary.
I went to a barbecue earlier this week. It was quite nice. I always like good food and good conversation and good food. At one point in the evening the conversation turned to Jane Austen. I can’t stand Jane Austen. I don’t understand the appeal at all. I’ve tried to read a few of her books and I just can’t do it and the movies…don’t even get me started. Anyway, I saw this video today on Feminist Mormon Housewives and I just had to post it. Apparently it was made by a YSA ward in LA. This is one way to make Jane Austen more interesting.
I saw this video on White Readers Meet Black Authors and I thought it was funny, but I was shocked when I got to the end and realized it was a BYU video because I swear the guy curses in the middle of it. I watched again just to check and I swear the guy says F%$@ in the middle of this video. It seems strange that BYU would make a promotional video about using the Harold B. Lee Library with a swear word in the middle. Anyway, watch it and tell me, do you hear a swear word? What the heck is happening at BYU these days?
I’ve been learning to play the guitar recently. It’s really fun. There’s something about being really terrible at some things that pleases me. So far I’ve learned to play Fool on the Hill and Hallelujah terribly.
I’m currently working on Redemption Song. Part of learning to play these songs is learning the lyrics. I never realized how wrong I get lyrics much of the time. For example, I always that the first line of Redemption Song was “Old pirates yes they’re rabbi.” In reality Redemption song has nothing to do with a rabbi or rabbis pretending to be pirates or pirates dressed as rabbis. But doesn’t it sound like he’s saying old pirates yes they’re rabbi to you?
The American returned to his native country yesterday. It was a cloudy day that he began by loudly singing the Star Spangled Banner in the bath. Then he put on his suit complete with American flag pin, and we headed to the airport. In the car he talked about the beauty of his homeland and sang a few patriot songs.
He’s staying there with his mother to complete the final years of teenagehood. Here are some pictures I took at the airport.
Ever since I was a teenager I had this grand idea in my head that I would learn how to make books by hand. I wanted to make books that featured my poetry and photography. Each book would be handmade and unique and I’d sell them in museum shops and little art stores.
Today on another blog I saw this video and it reminded me of that idea. Isn’t the idea of making a book fascinating. Maybe not to you, but to me it definitely is.
The weed situation in our driveway is completely out of control. Seeing it everyday brings me such shame. The other day I got a ride home from church and I wanted to ask them to drop me off a few houses away from my house so they wouldn’t see me walk up my weed infested driveway.
Imagine me walking up it with my head down in shame. To make matters worse our neighbors’ parents have been out in their driveway for two days now weeding and mulching and planting. If I were my father I’d say something like, “When you’re finished there you can come over and take care of mine.” Then I’d laugh a big hearty laugh, but I’m not my father. Instead, I say nothing as I walk embarrassed to the door. I wish my parents would come weed my driveway, but that would be an expensive trip and I could only afford to offer them a free meal in exchange for their labor. Normally if they come to my house I make them pay for their food.
I could weed the driveway. I’ve tried but there are just too many weeds. England is way too lush. The weeds just keep growing and growing. What do they think this is fertile soil with a few random stones scattered about or something?
I don’t want to buy weed killer because it seems dangerous to me. Our upstairs neighbors’ young children are in our driveway sometimes and lots of dogs come sniffing around our driveway daily. My natural weed killing attempts last year left me filling annoyed and frustrated. My husbands thinks we should just buy a weed wacker. I guess that’s an idea.
Until we buy that weed wacker, we’ll just have to be the Sanford and Son of the neighborhood. I know they had a junkyard and not a weedy driveway, but every time I look outside the living room window the Sanford and Son theme song goes through my head.
So I watched this video on YouTube the other day about Surtsey. Fascinating! I have to say I found something about this video funny. I think it was just the way he structured a few of his sentences.
