Cognitive Psycho

It's going to be a good year!!  "...One new business that made downtown East Liverpool its home last year is One Stop Tanning on Walnut Street. In fact, owner April Galloway says she'll be celebrating its one-year anniversary on Feb. 22. She is also preparing to hire on her friend Mary Wymer to co-manage the establishment with her. Galloway believes that too many local residents work in Youngstown, Pittsburgh or other outside communities, contributing to a brain-drain that inevitably draws people away from East Liverpool. "Let's build our own community," Galloway said with emphasis. Towards that end, she says she has been talking with other downtown business owners about how to make it happen. Galloway admits that downtown revitalization will be a difficult path, but says that it is important enough to make the effort. "I think the most important thing is for small businesses to keep going, keep trying," she said. Read the F...

I crocheted this blanket for my Mum!  As you can see, it was worth the work!

Utopia is a name for an ideal community or society, which is taken from Of the Best State of Republic, and the New Island Utopia, a book written in 1516 by Sir Thomas More describing a fictional island in the Atlantic Ocean, possessing a seemingly perfect socio-politico-legal system. A dystopia is a vision of an often futuristic society, which has developed into a negative version of utopia.  A dystopia is often characterized by an authoritarian or totalitarian form of government. It often features different kind of repressive social control systems, a lack or total absence of individual freedoms and expressions and a state of constant warfare or violence. Utopia, Thomas More (1516) Walden, Henry Thoreau (1845) News From Nowhere, William Morris (1891) Garden Cities of To-morrow, Ebenezer Howard (1898) Walden Two, B.F. Skinner (1945) Island, Aidous Huxley (1962) Ectopia, Earnest Collenback (1975)

            I have always had a special relationship with nature.  As a child, I can remember frequently taking a notebook into the woods, at the end of the road from our house.  I would venture deep enough in to be completely engulfed in trees and search for the perfect spot from which I would have the most beautiful view.  Alone I would sit, perched on my rock or log of my choice.  After taking in the impact of my surroundings, I would write or draw in my little notebooks. In all these years, I don't think I've ever come up with the words that can explain the solace I feel in the woods.              In my early twenties I discovered Beaver Creek State Park.  It quickly became one of my most favorite places to be.  For me, it was another escape. I could venture through the woods for hours.  Instead of the stresses of every-day life clou...