Heart

What does it mean to "have heart?" Every person has a heart. How come our emotions are symbolized by the heart, and not the brain, which is in fact where are emotions are controlled and stored? Why don't we say I [insert brain image here] NY? Or whatever/whoever it is that you :heart:? The heart is actually just a muscle in our bodies hat pumps blood through the rest of our system. So why does IT symbolize all that we love?

Heart is defined by Dictionary.com as a noun. 1] Anatomy. a hollow, pump like organ of blood circulation, composed mainly of rhythmically contractile smooth muscle, located in the chest between the lungs and slightly to the left and consisting of four chambers: a right atrium that receives blood returning from the body via the superior and inferior vena cavae, a right ventricle that pumps the blood through the pulmonary artery to the lungs for oxygenation, a left atrium that receives the oxygenated blood via the pulmonary veins and passes it through the mitral valve, and a left ventricle that pumps the oxygenated blood, via the aorta, throughout the body.2]the center of the total personality, esp. with reference to intuition, feeling, or emotion. 3] the center of emotion, esp. as contrasted to the head as the center of the intellect. 4] spirit, courage, or enthusiasm, There are more, but these are just a few that I feel are the essential ones to know, since we're all aware of what a heart ( <3 ) is shaped like.

When I write, I put all my heart into it. I said that the other day, and I found myself contemplating what I said. Really, my heart had nothing to do with what I was writing. The story came from an idea, and ideas are in my brain. Not my heart. So do I put all my brain into my writing? Somehow that just doesn't sound appealing, even if it is true.

What about when someone "loses heart?" You can't really lose your heart. If you do, you die. Losing heart means that you've lost the will/spirit to do something. Recently, someone I know quit a group. Then, yesterday, the individual in question came back and said that he'd be willing to participate if he was still wanted. Now this next part hasn't happened yet, but I'm pretty sure it will happen. The group in question said that they don't mess around, and that the individual who quit had "lost heart" and that they didn't need that. They'd found someone new, and it was his loss.

What about me? I stop writing many stories in the beginning for one reason or another. Does that mean that I've "lost heart" for what I'm passionate about? I doubt it. I think that I just had an idea, and wrote it down, but didn't fully think it through. And that relates back to the individual who quit the group. What if he just didn't think leaving the group through? What if he realized he did want it and he just messed up. We've been over it a few times already, "To err is human."

How in the world is it that the heart ended up representing romance? The iconic heart is a cute shape that does not in the least resemble the actual organ. How did the heart (organ and icon) represent love? I would assume that love is something that is felt, and as I said earlier, the brain is in control of our emotions. Not the heart, icon or organ. I mean sure, when I snuggle with my boyfriend and he kisses me I can feel my heart race. But all that is, is a physical reaction to something my brain does. It would be the same if I had just sprinted 100 yards.

Dictionary.com says that the heart is the center of emotion. I've never been lied to but the dictionary before. The heart is not the center of emotion. A portion of the brain called the Prefrontal Cortex, or even the Deep Limbic System, which is where all our previous emotions are stored. Once again, the heart is an organ that pumps blood through our bodies. Yes, it can react to our emotions, but it is not the center, and it does not control them.

Lies

So I'd like to take a moment to say that I'm back at school for the spring semester, and I'm going to continue to update this as often as I am able to. My goal is, if I can't manage it every day, I have to update it at least four times during the week.

And now back to the daily broadcast.

Lies. Liars. Truth and lies. Lies are defined as a noun with four possible meanings. 1] a false statement made with deliberate intent to deceive; an intentional untruth; a falsehood. 2] something intended or serving to convey a false impression; imposture 3] an inaccurate or false statement. 4] the charge or accusation of lying.

There are different degrees of lying. There is lying by omission, meaning when you tell someone something and then leave something out. There is a "white-lie", which is supposedly a small, harmless lie. There is blatent lying, where you lie through your teeth and you know they know that you're lying.

What determines a lie? Better yet, what determines the truth? Two people witness a crime. One says the man was wearing a red shirt and driving a blue car, the other says he was wearing a blue shirt and driving a red car when in fact, the man was wearing a white shirt, and red ball cap and driving a blue car. Were they lying by omission, because neither of them mentioned the ball cap? Were they telling a white lie because they simply mixed up the colors in a stressful situation? Or were they telling the truth because each individual truley believed that they described the suspect in full and accurate detail?

When you lie by omission, do you really lie at all? What if there was no specific questioned asked to prod you to answer the small, omnicient detail? Does that mean that technically, under those specifications, you're not lying at all? Or is that stretching to truth too far to still be considered the truth?

How is it determined. You tell a story to a friend. Something that happened last week, and as you tell it, you exagerate a few small details. Your boyfriend didn't really ignore you all night, he was just busy. And just becuase he was texting some girl didn't mean he was being sleezy behind your back, but when you tell the story, you make it seem like you're so sure that he is. Is it lying? Is it individual interpretation of events?

Lying is tricky business. Each lie you tell is another chance to get caught up in the truth. Why lie at all? Is it fun? Is the lie really better than the truth? Does it really keep you out of trouble?

What about those little white lies? Are they really harmless? Does a certain number of white lies equal a big lie? Are there degrees of white lies? You go to the hair dresser. She asks how your home life is. You tell her it's wonderful, and gush about how sweet your boyfriend is. In reality, your boyfriend ditched you last night to play fantasy football with his friends, and didn't call you to even tell you. Then you go to the store and try and buy a new jacket. Your credit card is denied. You realize you're broke but out loud you say, "Oh! This must be the old card I cancelled last week!" You're saving face in both circumstances, but you're lying. Does that make you good or bad?

Does good and bad even factor in? Picture this. You're a mother. Your husband has left you long ago to raise your only child. A son. He's fifteen now, and being teased horribly in school. He tells you how upset he is and that he wants to kill them for being so mean. And then he does. You're on trial. What do you do? To you try and save your son even though you know he committed the crimes in a premeditated fashion? If you tell the truth and tell the jury your son told you he wanted to kill them, you sentence your son to life in prison. If you lie, you may save him from the horrors of jail. You can be a good mother, or a good person; A bad mother, and a bad person. What do you do? What kind of lie is it? Does it matter at that point?

Lies... oh the tangled web we weave. What kind of web will you weave? Will you weave one at all?

Delicious

Sorry, I've been absent so long! First my computer was taken into the store to get fixed... it kept shutting off on me randomly, and then I was on a ski trip with my father and brother. I got home Saturday night, but my computer was still MIA, and I had to wait until yesterday to get it back. But now I'm packing to go back to school for the spring semester and I found that typing and packing don't really work to well together. So I picked a fun word that I wouldn't have to think much about since I've already had this conversation.

This is a fun one. More than a few summers ago(as time reference, I was still in high school), I was sitting on the beach with a few of my friends, and we ended up using this word to describe a particularly handsome male specimen playing frisbee. Since then, I've both loved the word and used it frequently. And then it popped up in a song, and I was flaberghasted. ["D, to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S, girl you tastey!"]

Dictionary.com defines "delicious" as both an adjective or a noun. The noun refers to the type of apple, while the adjectives btoh refer to our senses. 1] highly pleasing to the senses, esp. to taste or smell: a delicious dinner; a delicious aroma2] very pleasing; delightful: a delicious sense of humor.

We normally use delicious in a sentence such as, "Wow! This cake is delicious!", or "I bet my kitties think that those fish would be delicious." But can something be delicious sounding? Personally, I think that something can sound delicious, as much as something can look delicious. For instance, I think that when my boyfriend sings/screams he looks delicious, but my senses go into overload because he also sounds delicious. Not, "nom, nom, I'm going to eat you now" delicious, but "wow he's talented and looks great doing it" delicious. My best friend is deliciously good at video games, and her button mashing skills border on the supernatural.

I wonder if i'm using the word properly by adding it's meaning to the other senses? Even if I'm not, I think it should be okay, the second definition was infact something that is very pleasing or delightful. Those things are pleasing to the ears and the eyes. [Well the singing/screaming part might not be, but that's your own particular taste in music. I wont hate on yours if you don't hate on mine.]

That day on the beach, we actually had this conversation where we defined delicious in it's traditional sence and then redefined it in the highly amusing way in which we had used it. The man became delicious. The dress became delicious. The sun streaming down through the cloudless blue sky became delicious. The word carried on for months between us. We would be shopping and showing eachother what we were trying on and if it was good, it was "Darling-- you look delicious" or "Those shoes look delicious on you!" We went to the zoo, and the animals we liked were delicious to us. Me? I was a fan of this really oddly colored giraffe. He was delicious to my eyes. (in my defence, the giraffe looked like he ODed on tanning. While the others were yellowish, this guy was kinda dark brown with black spots)

Delicious was no longer a word to describe the way something just tasted, or smelled. It was a word that, when used properly, covered all of the human senses with a wonderfully descriptive word. You hear someone say something is "delicious" and you don't think "Ew that's gross!" You automatically think "Oh yeah? I'm going to get me some of that!"

In conclusion, I hope that the next time you use delicious, you aren't just talking about pie. [To be honest, I hope you're thinking to yourself, "Wow! This chick's got delicious writing! I'm jsut eating it up!"]