Boy! Back in 1982 as I am listening to Prince's Purple Rain (right now Father's song is playing). As far as I can recall my dad asked me to study the school's brochure during my holidays in order to improve my English.
One note from a teacher, soon to be followed by others, mentioned that the French student is "a daydreamer".
Well, Almost 27 years later (God, playing!) the french magazine Le nouvel Obs proves me right with this article based on a scientific study ran by Kalina Christoff (check the papers at Christofflab).
The news in English http://www.examiner.com/x-1242-Science-News-Examiner~y2009m5d12-Feel-free-to-let-your-mind-wander
http://scienceblogs.com/cortex/2009/05/daydreams_1.php
The original study lead by Kalina Christoff can be purchased here http://www.pnas.org/content/early/2009/05/11/0900234106
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Showing posts with label Daydreamer. Show all posts
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May 19, 2009
January 26, 2009
Anita Baker? Happy Birthday!
Anita Baker... caressing my soul with her silky voice.
When 'just because' started, the world around faded away. That was good because I needed to focus on my work again. Then, 'Body and soul' started and it took me to daydreaming too : "all of me wants all of you".
To be further continued... In the meanwhile, happy birthday and thank you for the contribution to more love in the world. This is the one resource we lack badly of.
When 'just because' started, the world around faded away. That was good because I needed to focus on my work again. Then, 'Body and soul' started and it took me to daydreaming too : "all of me wants all of you".
To be further continued... In the meanwhile, happy birthday and thank you for the contribution to more love in the world. This is the one resource we lack badly of.
January 23, 2009
Pavarotti singing Puccini in the blue & cloudy winter sky
Tears in my eyes at work as I needed to isolate myself from the relentless noisy collegues in our open space offices...
Puccini's wonderful melodies are sung by Luciano Pavarotti. It reminds me of my grandfather's stories told by my mom : he used to sing in the car when he was driving the family to the south of France. The 'sound of music' was the one of happiness.
that feeling I knew also with PN when stopped on the road to Bordeaux to buy the Puccini's CDs we were listening to in the rental car. Another good idea she had...
I look through the window and the mirror plated building sends the reflection of the speeding clouds in the beautiful blue sky. Boy do I want to be back to my woods and lose myself in nature near my lake. I must be a real 'nature boy' to feel the nature's call like this. Couple years ago I would walk for hours with my Olympus camera (same brand as my dear friend Dee Ann's) and stop anytime a picture would be imagined by my mind. The most wonderful time being in winter when I arrived late for work. Surrounded by the white comfy snow turning the wwods in a silentful and mysterious area. The special lite of the dark sky, the day not fully born yet gave that special quality light enhanced by the snow. The winter skies are some of the purest.
I have to get back to work. Instead of smoking, I dream...
Puccini's wonderful melodies are sung by Luciano Pavarotti. It reminds me of my grandfather's stories told by my mom : he used to sing in the car when he was driving the family to the south of France. The 'sound of music' was the one of happiness.
that feeling I knew also with PN when stopped on the road to Bordeaux to buy the Puccini's CDs we were listening to in the rental car. Another good idea she had...
I look through the window and the mirror plated building sends the reflection of the speeding clouds in the beautiful blue sky. Boy do I want to be back to my woods and lose myself in nature near my lake. I must be a real 'nature boy' to feel the nature's call like this. Couple years ago I would walk for hours with my Olympus camera (same brand as my dear friend Dee Ann's) and stop anytime a picture would be imagined by my mind. The most wonderful time being in winter when I arrived late for work. Surrounded by the white comfy snow turning the wwods in a silentful and mysterious area. The special lite of the dark sky, the day not fully born yet gave that special quality light enhanced by the snow. The winter skies are some of the purest.
I have to get back to work. Instead of smoking, I dream...
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