The Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI)

No, it is not a giant space-age computer dedicated to revolutionizing, utilizing, and merchandising mankind. You can chill out, because it’s just a personality test. (unless you are a geek, in which case you will now grow very excited).

Carl Jung present the basic model, and Isabel Myers-Briggs built upon that foundation to give us what has now become the most in-depth, reliable, and popular test in the psychology world to date.

The test measure four facets of the personality, which I will attempt to simplify to the best of my ability:

Introversion (I)  vs. extraversion (E)

An introvert is taxed by social time and draws energy from alone time, extroverts are energized by social interaction.

Abstract thinking (N) vs. Realistic thinking (S)

Abstract thinkers keep their minds focused on deep issues, handle complexity well, and are sometimes accused of keeping their head in the clouds.  Big picture oriented.

Realists are concrete, rather than conceptual. They are very aware of their environments, handle details very meticulously, and are practical.

Thinking (T) vs. Feeling (F)

This facet relates to decision-making: Thinkers are accused of being ‘divorced’ from emotions, and make logical objective decisions. Feelers are the opposite force, making empathetic decisions. Thinkers will make judgements, socially, based on a system of merit and value, Feelers on a basis of accident forgiveness and good faith. Thinkers are business-like, typically, and feelers will get distracted by small talk.

Judging (J) vs. perceiving (P)

If you are a structure-loving, decision-making to-do list maker who cannot be swayed from their mission and is annoyed by people who “do not have their act together”, than you are a judger.

If you are laid-back, whimsical, spontaneous, go-with-the-flow, leaves options open,and have difficulty staying on point, then you are a perceiver.

That, simply, is the whole of the matter.

There are sixteen different types. Here at Barton Hollow we have a INFP and an INJT.

If you’d like to take the test yourself,

here is a rather long one,

here is a shorter one, which we like very much.

 

 

Adages that make ZERO sense

“Be still, O my heart!” Seriously? if your heart is still, you’ll die.

“Don’t amount to a hill of beans.” Honestly, I’m thinking a hill of beans would be a major mess to clean up. Where would even put it? Are they still fit for consumption?

“By the skin of your teeth…” ….?

“…in a pickle…” I’m pretty sure that’s physically impossible.

“…under the weather…” the weather, truthfully, has very little affect on ones’ health. Unless you live in a Victorian novel. #Pride&Prejudice #WutheringHeights #Sense&Sensibility

“…a little bird told me…” what are you, the bird whisperer? Do birds even listen? They don’t seem to. Gosh, birds never shut up!

“…what’s that have to do with the price of rice in China?” Sorry. Why would I know that? I have no Asian heritage. Do I wish I did? yes, but that’s a different story for a different day.

“Hotter’n blue blazes!” What are blue blazes? Please, explain.

“You scared the bejesus out of me!” umm….ok.

“the Bee’s knees!” Do bees even have knees? Abounding conundrums.

“Suck it up!” I don’t even want to know.

“Cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it!” That sounds a little excessive.

“…ball faced lyin’…” mayhap southern pronunciation distorts the actual words, but I can’t think what it might be possibly be.

“…put a bug in her ear…” gross. If you put a bug in my ear, I would hit you. That’s just the truth.

Just sayin’.

The Humanities

This is an excerpt from an essay I was forced commissioned to write in Fine Arts/Humanities class:  

“The “Humanities” is an all-inclusive term used to describe every possible pursuit of art and expression- even in a historical context. Film, music, all genres of literature, photography, painting and drawing, sculpture, wood working, dance, architecture, garment making and embroidery; yarn works such as crocheting, knitting and lace tatting, are just a sampling of the crafts included in this definition. The Humanities as a group are not new: each human is born with the innate necessity of creation and expression of self. Where man is, the humanities follow without fail. We seek not only to define to others aspects of the world as we see it, but improve the world to our liking. The ‘Humanities’ bear the physical manifestation of this truth: They give us entertainment, emotional release, intellectual stimulation, and ultimately, the connection with others that we so deeply crave. It gives us joy to bond over appreciation of an art, whether that comes in the form of debating the symbolism of a sonnet, or smiling with someone over a photograph. If we never had the opportunity to make such connections, we would be miserable creatures indeed. This connection, this understanding, is a bridge that can cover a multitude of dissimilarities between individuals and even their respective cultures. Art is the sole medium by which cross-cultural understanding can be achieved without an interpreter. It is necessary in our view of the world. To see anything beautiful in our own psyche, and that of others, or in the delightful expanse that constitutes the universe, we must employ some manner of art. Science looks at the sky and knits its brow thinking of the atoms, neurons, and gravitational pulls. Shakespeare looks at the sky, and bids the stars to hide their fires. Science thinks of the future, and brings out a calculator. But the humanities, ah. From the smoky fields of Dystopia to silky musings of heaven, considerations of the future has always brought out the best in the humanities. Our posterity has all manner of material goods to gain from science, but their hearts will be made happy by the humanities.”

 -Nicole

10 most awkward things known to man

1. Twilight

2. Henry the VIII

3. Mt. Vesuvius

4. Your average British dude (No offense. Love British Dudes as we most certainly do…)

5. Zombies

6. List Posts on blogs

7. People who discuss overtly personal issues while in public

8. ELEVATOR RIDES WITH STRANGERS

9. Overly quiet public bathrooms

10. The fact that my Target places men and women’s undergarments RIGHT ACROSS THE AISLE FROM EACH OTHER

 

He’s a freaking groundhog!

We have gathered today to bring before you the most shocking trial in American history.

 

There is a group of people- people like you and I, with beating patriotic hearts, who, being so grieved with a single fallacy from beloved Puxsatawny Phil are calling for a death sentence!

He’s a freaking groundhog! Nearly a century of fully accurate foretelling of the weather, and one single mistake causes a substantial amount of the population to lose faith. We find this entirely unjustifiable. Human meteorologists (who we find ill-named, as they so rarely deal with meteors) make fallible forecasts all the freaking time and no one tries to murder them.

 

Please sign our protest to end the violence. Puxsatawney deserves to live.

 

Newspeak (or, the destruction of words)

“We’re destroying words- scores of them, by the hundreds, everyday. We’re cutting down language to the bone…. It’s a beautiful thing, the destruction of words. Of course, the great wastage is in verbs and adjectives, but there are hundreds of nouns that can be got rid of as well. After all what justification is there for words that are opposites of other words? … If you have a word like “good”, what use if there for a word like “bad”? “Ungood” will do just as well.” Or again, if you want a stronger version of “good”, what sense is there in having a whole string of vague useless words like “excellent”, “splendid”, and the rest of them? “Plusgood” covers the meaning…”

This is an excerpt from George Orwell s dystopian novel “1984”. It features government neglect, extortion, unbelievable sorrows. But the scene above was the most grievous to me. It was spoke by a character named Syme, who works with the government (Ingsoc – English Socialism, or “Big Brother) to create a language for the new age. “Newspeak”. Efficient. TERRIFYING.

Our souls live in words. We cannot be defined by “good” and “ungood”. We are too complex. We are not “unsimple” , for that could mean “mystic”, “vague”, “reserved”, “introverted”, “condescending”, or any combination of them.

Language cannot die.

No art, no music could feed us if it were confine to such terms.

Language cannot die, we cannot allow it.

If we were not expressed, not loved or being shown love by language in art- we would be base, miserable creatures indeed.

The fall of the American Music Industry

hipster

The following selections, (in bold) have made a notable appearance on Billboard in the past few years. The extremely popular songs enjoyed by the general populace.

The examples that follow them are from the Indie, alternative, and folk genre. You know who listens to this: the “weirdos”. The socially awkward bookworms who troll Etsy for the perfect pair of vintage tortoiseshell frames for their glasses. The “hippies” or “hipsters”. The ones that take their type-writers to the park, and would rather watch the BBC than keep up the Kardashians.

You may judge, indeed, who has the superior soundtrack.

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Baby, baby, baby, oh
Like baby, baby, baby, no
Like baby, baby, baby, oh
I thought you’d always be mine, mine…”

Justin Beiber

“Swan dive down, eleven stories high, or swim down deep until you see the light. You can sink to the bottom of the sea, just don’t go without me… C’est la vie, c’est la mort, [This is life, this is death] You and me, Forevermore…”
The Civil Wars

“Have you ever felt like a plastic bag floating on the wind, waiting for life to begin?”

Katy Perry, “Firework”

“What if I was wrong? This land means less and less to me without you breathing through it’s trees.. At every turn the water runs away from me, and the halo disappears…I’m not whole when you’re not near… ” Mumford and Sons

“CALL ME MAYBE!”
Carly Rae Jepsen

“I’ve known mornings white as diamonds, silent from a night so cold. Such a stillness, calm as the owl flies; our lives are buried in snow…I was sifting through the piles, in my hand a tangled thread. Each patient tug upon the snarl is a glimpse of what has been…”
Alela Diane

“I WHIP MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH!” –Willow smith

“I was desperate, I was weak, I could not put up a fight. Where are you now, where are you now? Do you ever think of me in the quiet or the crowd? Triumphant in the mind of the logic that you hold. You said no one will ever know the love that we have shared; as I took my leave to go it was clear you didn’t care.” -Mumford and Sons

“WE ARE NEVER EVER EVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER” – Taylor Swift

“Meet in the garden, where the weeds grow tall… we’ll set on the swing… Meet me in the tintypes of long ago, trace the lines of my face… You and I, we’re just pressing flowers; they’re dying, but they’re ours…” –
The Civil Wars

“Loving him was red, re-e-e-e-e-ed…fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there was no right answer…” Taylor swift

“It’s under control but the Sun and Moon have been after each other from night until noon, chasing like a couple of fools, in a race of the clouds like a bloody cartoon… colorful creatures in wonderless moods have been tirelessly learning their lines and their runes, turning about in their colorful shoes, surprising themselves with their wonderful moves… I know I’m gonna get there someday soon..” -Ben Taylor

“Baby you light up my world like nobody else
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed
But when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell
You don’t know (oh oh)
You don’t know you’re beautiful!” – One Direction

“I am thinking it’s a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they’re perfectly aligned… And I have to speculate that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay… and true, it may seem like a stretch, but it’s thoughts like these that catch my troubled head when you’re away and I am missing you to death…” – Iron and Wine

“Who run the world? GIRLS

Who run the world? GIRLS

Who run the world? GIRLS”

Beyonce

“If I get murdered in the City, don’t go revenging in my name. One person dead from such is plenty, no need to go get locked away. Make sure my mother knows I loved her, make sure my sister knows the same. Always remember there was nothing worth sharing like the love that let us share our name.” –
The Avett Brothers

Beautiful art requires intelligence. Help us make intelligence fashionable again: Support the “hipster” movement.

HIPSTER AND PROUD.