I am Right Brained

I’ve been revisiting the “Right Brain v. Left Brain Test” all morning, and each time I view the image of the dancer spinning I see it moving clockwise. Her foot swings from the right side of the screen to the left. I’ve stared at it for extended periods of time, trying to reverse her spin to see the counter-clockwise rotation, but I can’t do it. Not yet, anyway.

According to he accompanying article, the fact that I naturally see her spinning clockwise means that I use more of the right side of my brain. I use feeling instead of logic. I see the big picture instead of being detail oriented. My imagination rules instead of facts. And so on. There is an entire list provided that compares left brained tendencies to right brained ones.

Which way does it spin for you? Click the article link to see.

Visiting Ann Arbor

Visiting Ann Arbor always takes me back to my college days. The campus was relatively the same — whether it is or I just remember it that way is probably irrelevant. There are some building improvements. Notably, the business school now looks like a massive red spaceship, a sharp looking addition to the museum on State Street, and some construction behind Hill Auditorium. But, overall, central campus has retained the same layout that I walked and rode during my undergrad years.

The notable sites I make a point to see when I visit are:

  • The men’s bathroom in Angel Hall near the Fishbowl computer lab.
  • The Starbucks on the corner of State and Liberty.
  • The Borders on Liberty.
  • The Big House.
  • Stucchi’s (Ice cream).

In line with the nostalgia of visiting Ann Arbor, I found the slideshow, “Time Machine: Traveling into the past in Mason Hall,” by James Tobin. Go Blue!

Welcome back, me.

Ah, it feels good to be back. I’m looking forward to sharing the stories that interest me, my accomplishments, and whatever else I can scrounge up.

I’ve bounced around over the last couple years when it comes to what to blog about. There was my recoil from a personal details period. Then the all golf months. And then there was the brief attempt at a photoblog, a.k.a. silence. Don’t get me wrong. I love taking pictures, and I hope you check mine out at on my flickr page, but nothing beats writing. Daily.