The Mind’s Eye – Oliver Sacks

I have just finished this book and it addresses so many of the areas that interest me that I struggle to know where to begin. It also highlights the foolishness of my attempt to give my blog six categories. Two major elements in my life and work (as a sculptor and research psychologist) have no assigned category.

Before I become boringly introspective, I should say that The Mind’s Eye is a fascinating book for both layman and those interested in brain function. There are case studies of real people, full of human detail, telling what happens when parts of the brain cease to work as they should. It also contains a thrilling chapter about the discovery of a brain capacity – stereoscopic vision – in a person who had never had it before. The wonder and delight this brings makes you appreciate the world we live in even more. In addition, Dr Sacks uses his personal diaries to talk us through the complex and alarming experience of his own loss of vision in one eye. One of the revelations to me, is the variation in how much people have, or are able to use, visual imagination. Some people have none to speak of, others have continuous, 3D Technicolor images (as I do), simply by reading a description.

The final chapter, titled The Mind’s Eye, looks at the current state of research into vision and imagery. There are multiple examples from individuals who were born or became blind, as well as input from experts on the brain function behind visual imagery. The whole field of imagination, and its visual substrates, is discussed in an accessible way. A great read.

Now for the introspection:

For many years I was a sculptor and for many years a research psychologist and now I write. Yet the roles are not as separate as they appear in my life. From childhood I have performed thought experiments in the hope of deciphering the actions inside my head, and even now, twenty years since I last made a three-dimensional object, my inner imagination is undoubtedly 3D – very handy for writing. And of course I have a penchant for building brick paths and suchlike.

While I have no synesthesia (cross firing of the senses, e.g. Monday is seen as blue, or the number three smells of vanilla), I have long been convinced that beneath the conscious separation of the senses the brain is more promiscuous. I have been aware (just) of the brain touting problems around at another level. So an engineering problem, which starts life as, perhaps, a set of calculations, with some visual aspects (trying to get, say, a pole to stay upright without a hole or visible means of support) is taken on a tour of unlikely brains areas – hearing, sensory, motor, olfactory, emotional etc – in case these can contribute to the solution – which they sometimes do.

Certainly I belong among the people for whom vivid visual imagery is normal, so from childhood, I can sometimes be confused about whether an image in my head is from a book or a film. I am also baffled and irritated by people who assume that to write about something, you must have lived it. In my experience there are no limits to what you can create inside your own head.

How ‘visual’ is inner imagery? Any activity in the brain is made up of cells firing together. In this sense all imagery is the outcome of sets of switches being on or off – cells a,d,f are on, cells g to z are off etc. Yet if you imagine a complex 3D item in your mind’s eye and turn it round, timing and fMRI scans, show that this actions takes place over natural time as would in the physical world. This suggests there is a spatial element in the brain’s instantiation of inner images…

I’d better stop there.

Chicago – one sadness

I spent all my days on my recent visit to Chicago in a bubble of happiness and grinning with delight, yet there was one moment when I came near to weeping. We were on a bus and a pretty young woman tried to sit in a seat near us. She was unable to squeeze her thigh into the seat because of the armrest, so she stayed with half her thigh stranded in the air.

I have no doubt that other American cities are no different and Chicago also had plenty of slim and normal sized people, but to someone from another country, the vast number of over-sized people was a shocking sight. After a while you adjust and normal looks thin, fat looks normal and obese just looks fat. Yet every day watching so many people struggling to move around made me sad.

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I am planning a blog reassessment, but first I will put up some posts of various things on my mind.

Chicago has totally charmed me. We stayed on the North Side and all the streets were full of an explosion of spring into summer; narcissi, tulips, maples in leaf, cherry blossom, hostas everywhere. The sidewalks often have cultivated strips beside them, all individually designed by the house owners.

The number of theatres is quite astonishing. We saw three excellent productions in three different theatres (two directed by Elly Green), we listened to a (free) string/clarinet lunchtime concert in the beautiful Culture Centre. We saw a superb exhibition in the Museum of Contemporary Art – Destroy the Picture – the anger and innovation made visible in post WWII ‘paintings’. The Smart Museum of Art had an astonishing collection (and a foyer with people of all ages having a go at producing a Rothko painting).

The highlight was being caught and soaked by the high canon of water from the Buckingham fountain in Grant Park and then drying off within about 15 minutes in the sunlight and warm wind.

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Our first and only baseball match (to date) saw The Cubs win. Altogether a visit of enormous entertainment and happiness.

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FTD (Fronto-Temporal Dementia)

My friend, Toni, has just started a new blog at http://myhusbandhasftd.wordpress.com this is about life with her husband who has the misfortune to suffer from the early onset dementia known at Fronto-Temporal Dementia or FTD. He is now severely affected by the disease and she is writing to share the ups and downs of their day-to-day life with others in the same position and for the benefit of professionals in the field. She is also telling, in instalments, the story of the years leading up to his present state. As Toni believes it is of paramount importance to protect the ‘rights’ of vulnerable people, in the main story she refers to him as ‘Mr’ – a fun name used by her family.

This is a brave and generous enterprise and I wish her luck.

paths and puddings

We are now joined up. The path to the front door is walkable and complete apart from those pesky shaped sections, which a kind neighbour says ‘his builder’ might be able to help with. I could not see how else to cut them as I have neither the strength, not the tools or skills to make these shapes. I left them with this builder yesterday, when we were out. This morning I woke up to find a bag with the bricks cut to my marks by the path.

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Thanks to this kindness, we were able to spend a happy hour at the nearby nursery gardens choosing some shrubs to fill the hole – or rather what will be the new bank.

I don’t plan to talk about food or cooking, but I think I surpassed myself on the pudding disaster front on Thursday. Our kind guests, after naming my effort ‘Calamity Pudding’, nobly ate it. It was a microwave dark treacle sponge that spilled over the basin and glued itself to the plate on top and then refused to turn out, so had to be served with a tea towel camouflage round the basin. It didn’t taste too bad at all.

Happy family – again!

After the success of The Tomkat Project, the latest play directed by Elly has had a four star review in Time Out in Chicago. 
We are such proud and happy parents, knowing the work that has gone into this.

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I can now definitely touch my fingertips behind my back, i.e. one hand over the shoulder the other reaching up – with either hand over the shoulder. A couple of months ago I could only do it one way. This feat can be accomplished in the shower – not sure about elsewhere.

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Big excitement, daughter is in the Chicago Tribune. Dedication to her craft precedes this production of the TomKat Project.

“Just how far can a clever director go working with little more than a trenchant script and a nimble ensemble? Look no further than the Playground Theater, where Elly Green has put together a clean, sharp work that reveals a deeply entertaining heart beating somewhere beyond its tawdry, gossipy origins. In the realm of fringe theater, this show is a near-perfect achievement.”

http://www.chicagotribune.com/entertainment/ct-ott-0315-on-the-fringe-20130314,0,3392866.story