A blog from an anti-consumerism consumer psychologist.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

St Kilda my love



Recently, I paid a very thorough visit to my old hometown, St Kilda. For the first time in ages, I sort of saw it through the eyes of a tourist, thanks to my Melbourne virgin boyfriend Wesby (and by that I mean it was his first time in Melbourne, not something else).

A very talented photographer friend of mine gave me a quick lesson in photography on St Kilda beach at sunset, so I thought I'd post a couple of my exciting debut photos. I'm impressed.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Let's eat the environment


Apparently in Japan, the latest craze is to eat snow. From what I can tell, it's not straight from the ground, but rather, restaurants are making it and selling it. For those who are off to Japan in the near future, the meal's name is xue-hua-bin ("snowflake ice").

Maybe they'll start selling puddles as cocktails next.

ebay schmebay

As those who sit next to me at work know, I'm a bit of an ebay addict. But lately, rather than having the usual, polite buyers bid and win on my items, I've had several 'fake' buyers win. After winning, they deregister themselves the following day, and then I'm left with the stupid item I'm trying to get rid of sitting under my desk, gathering dust.

I am really pissed off. I had to list my laptop TRHEE times before a real bidder won and paid. I really want to dump ebay. but i dont think i can shake the addiction.

What should I do? How can I teach ebay a lesson? Has anyone else had issues, or is it just me?

Thursday, September 14, 2006

It's been a long time between posts...

After being stuck in work hell, I am now back in Blog world and am remembering what it feels like to have spare time.

It is 4.13pm on a Friday and I have decided that if I ever opened up a business, I would close my business at 3pm on a Friday, because I don't think any work (or any GOOD) work gets done after this time. Or maybe it's just me.

Monday, July 24, 2006

8 weeks to wisdom

Out of the blue, I have enrolled in an 8 week philosophy course. My only experience with philosophy was a semester of the subject during my psychology studies. My lecturer was a Freud hating, pro-behaviourism Nazi, so that kind of spoiled it for me. That said, I was keen to give it another go because I think I over-think things too much, and I thought that philosophy might reduce this annoying tendancy (or possibly exacerbate it...hmmm).

So, I had my first class last night and we already ahve homework. In case anyone is interested, the "homework" is as follows:

When faced with any decision / conundrum / dilemma during the week, I need to ask myself "What would a wise person do here now?"

Quite empowering, isn't it? Will let you all know whether this question transforms my life and leads me down the path of eternal happiness.

And the sleep study results are in...

I met with my sleep doctor a couple of weeks ago to get my sleep study results. The first thing he said to me was "I have some very good news". At first, I thought this meant that he'd found a problem - like I definitely had sleep apnea or something. But then he said "There's nothing wrong with you". I felt very disappointed with this news. This wasn't good news at all. I desparately wanted something to be wrong with me, because if something was wrong with me, then that meant there was something that could be fixed.

Anyway, it turned out there was actually something wrong with me: I spend too much time in bed. I do this because I figure that the more time I spend in bed, the greater the chance of me sleeping for longer. According to the sleep doctor, this is entirely illogical (BUT a common mistake made by us sleep amateurs). So he put me on a sleep restriction program. This means that I am only allowed to be in bed between midnight and 7am (even on weekends - no more sleep ins) AND I am no longer allowed to read in bed. Bed is only for sleep and sex, although I'm not sure if sex needs to fall within the 12-7 window. I am assuming it doesn't.

So I've been doing this for a couple of weeks now and I think it's working. I feel heaps less tired during the day and I suddenly feel like I have double the amount of time to do stuff on weekends (although I do feel like a bit of a loser going on Saturday morning jogs at 7.30am, while all the other "cool" kids of Surry are having sleep ins from massive nights out).

So, all you insomniacs that are reading this, I highly recommend a dose of sleep restriction. I think it could even be the answer to many of the problems in the world today.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

The kindness of strangers

I caught the train into work yesterday morning. A couple of guys sat on the seat opposite me. They had clearly been out on a big night and it was one of those bizarre moments where nightlife and daylife cross paths. One of the guys started talking to me, which at 8am, I wasn't really up for. At any rate, we chatted for a bit and then I got off at my station.

I was recounting this story (if you can call it a story...well, it's not really a story, is it...kind of more like an extended moment in time) to a friend over dinner last night. I was talking about the fact that it was kind of disarming having a stranger strike up a conversation with me so early in the day. My friend was surprised at my comment. She reminded me that I used to be that person that would talk to strangers and how I had talked about how Sydneysiders were always taken aback when a stranger (i.e. me) started talking to them. And I had one of those moments where I thought "shit, I've turned into one of THOSE people".

So, I am going to make an effort to remember to talk to strangers more often. Because it's kind of nice. If nothing else, you'll generally get a good story (or moment) for your efforts. And if you're lucky, you might even make that stranger's day a tiny bit better than it would have been otherwise.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

"Sleep study" is an oxymoron

I suffer from insomnia. Most nights, I'll wake up 4 or 5 times in the middle of the night. A few weeks ago, I decided that it was time to fight back against my insomnia - so I booked in to see a sleep doctor who will hopefully give me back my sleep. As suspected, he booked me in to do a 'sleep study'. And that's where I was last night.

So here is what a sleep study involves (for those of you who haven't had the pleasure). You arrive at the sleep hospital in which the rooms are disguised to look like very small hotel rooms. Don't be fooled. The experience is far far from that of sleeping in a hotal. After getting into whatever you sleep in, you are taken into a room to do a lung test. You blow into a big plastic mouthpiece and suck back gas a few times (not sure what kind of gas it was...). But the lung test is the least offensive part of the ordreal.

The next step is hooking you up to 20 million different cords (I exagerate, it was probably about 25 - which is still a sh*t load). They stick these cords all over your head and body, which then get hooked up to a machine. And then (as if that's not uncomfortable enough) they stick tubes up your nose. Fun.

The guy that hooked you up to all the cords then turns off the light and says 'time to sleep!' Yeah right. "YOU try sleeping with things shoved up your nose and cords coming off every part of your body" I felt like saying. But anyway, I tried to sleep. And I think I may have got about half an hours worth before I looked at my watch and it was 1am. I could hear the woman in the room next to me snoring, which really pissed me off - it was like she was just rubbing it in - "Look at me! I'm asleep!" Meanwhile, I'm lying there awake and trying to figure out whether I had actually slept and whether I would get any sleep before 5.30am (wake up time). And I was stressing out, because if you don't sleep, they can't take your sleep measurements (or whatever it is those cords do) and then I'd have to come back and have more stuff shoved in my nose.

I think I finally got an hour or two of sleep (or at least enough for them to measure me). The technician guy then came in at 6am (he let me have a little bit of a sleep in - lucky me) and unhooked me (which is like being waxed - those cords are stuck on with very sticky stuff so they don't come off if you toss and turn in your 'sleep'). And now I look like I have hickies everywhere from the red marks that the sticky stuff left. AND I have two globs of glue in my hair from where cords had to be stuck to access the back of my brain (or something like that).

And finally, before leaving, you have to fill in a sleep questionnaire which asks you whether you slept 'worse', 'the same' or 'better' than usual. Who on earth would sleep BETTER when they are covered in cords, have tubes up each nostral and are attached to a machine, and are being watched by someone in the next room?! I ticked 'worse'.

If I can get through the entire day without falling asleep at my desk it will be a miracle.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

The rules of blogging

This morning, someone sent me the 10 commandments of blogging. I'm not sure if this was some kind of hint, but thought they were interesting enough to post on my second ever blog.

1. Listen and respond (Talk with, not talk to)

Hmmm...no one has spoken to me yet. But people, if you speak, I will listen. And maybe even respond. I'll at least consider resopnding.

2. Engage your audience (Tell your readers what you’re doing and invite them to get involved)

I thought my first blog was particularly engaging. Although from feedback I've received, it sounsd like others beg to differ.

3. Maintain the integrity of your blog (Never fake anything)

OK. I can do that. But what about deliberate omissions?

4. Demonstrate passion and authority

Well, clearly I am the authority on Amanthaville, so I think that will be fine.

5. Use lively, personal writing

See above.

6. Offer something new and unique

Amanthaville is unique and new. I'd certainly never heard of it before.

7. Stay on topic

So hows about our Socceroos? Sorry, lame joke.

8. Link often (Give credit where it’s due)

Does that mean actually create links to other sites. How do you do that?

9. Acknowledge mistakes (You’ll be making them!)

It could have been a mistake to create this blog. I only did it due to blog-envy.

10. Enjoy the conversation

Ok. That's enough for blog #2. Back to work.