I occasionally do IQ tests online. I’ll go through the test, but at the end, where the website offers to send you out a report to describe what sort of intelligence you possess I close the page. I am aware that I have a good visual memory and can work things out, I know I’m reasonably clever, clever enough not to pay for the results!
The first time I came across an IQ test was the 11 plus at school. Over time I’ve completed similar tests. I know how they work. As I am an artist I have good pattern recognition (I often play Mahjong now). I also am good at detecting the murderer in who dunnits!
So perhaps the artistic gene makes it easier for me to do visual tests? I wonder if I would be as successful using a written test? But IQ tests tend to use visual symbols and are dependant on recognising sequences of shapes. Maybe one day I’ll do a Mensa test. But again these are probably biased culturally. All I know is I’m good at Captcha traffic light pictures!
I love seeing iridescent colours on oily water or soap bubbles. It comes from the surface of the liquid being only a few nanometers thick. The top of a bubble will be thinner than the bottom of it as the liquid moves down with gravity. There are two surfaces, inside and out. When light hits the surface of a bubble it can reflect off the top and bottom of the surface and you get interference patterns… Some reflections enhance the colours and others can cancel each other out… This is what causes iridescent or rainbow colours.
Too many notifications, not enough time. My email has been updated, but I don’t like it. Instead of being able to delete stuff I have to repeatedly swipe the messages to delete them. I get tired and bored, then annoyed with the process. Ugh
So I just got fed up. Plus my two part authentication keeps kicking in and I have to try eight or nine times before I can get let in….
Why do I keep the provider? Because I want to keep my email address. It’s been the same for years…
I decided to have a poached egg on toast for tea. I went to get an egg from the fridge. There were two eggs in the rack. One had 2nd October printed on it. The second had 27th October on it.
I realised I knew a tip on how to check if an egg had gone off. Basically I got a glass full of water. I put the older egg in first. It floated, I put the fresher egg in. It sank. That’s exactly what should happen. Fresh eggs sink….
I’m glad I remembered that tip.. In a timely manner! The poached egg on toast was delicious.
Method for poaching
Get a frying or sauce pan.
Add a little oil and heat it.
Carefully add water to the pan , add vinegar to taste.
Bring to a gentle boil. Crack an egg into the water. Once it has solidified to the consistency you like, scoop it out and put it on the toast…
We are on the second named storm of the autumn season today. That’s two in three days. In some places 70 and 80 mile an hour winds. Heavy rain. Some flooding. The parched ground of the summer is bone dry…. But we need this, our country is usually green and tranquil. If you believe that you will believe anything! Britons are renowned for discussing the weather.
Digital drawing of storm clouds done in Artrage. I would call it “it’s dark over Bills mums”.
The inside of my head is like the inside of my house, cluttered and gunged up with stuff…
Books, fiction, non fiction, science fiction and fantasy, train and engineering books, philosophy, illustration, history. Anything and everything. I could probably send the books off to somewhere that needs a library restocking, although a lot of the, books are probably outdated or out of print.
I have a very visual memory and “see” places in my mind. If I decide to paint something I can remember what it looks like and describe it to myself in my thoughts.
You could almost describe my house as a physical memory palace. Ornaments, books, paintings, even tubes of paint link my mind back to a place I had visited or a person I knew.
The clutter hides my house. How pleased I would be to winnow out the best bits and suddenly have space. Honestly it’s like a, space station at the moment, full of things, floating around metaphorically, waiting to be tied down or ejected, I want to do it but physically ita beyond me, slow process and progress may be made. Talking about it might help.
Anyway, I do just like the word, cluttered, (and higgledy piggledy)……..
My friend keeps WhatsApp-ing me photos of the daily bread he makes in his air fryer. I think its charming and he keeps changing his recipes. But he WhatsApp me photos of the bread every day. So my gallery looks like a bakery! I delete the pictures when I remember…. But it gets a bit clogged up sometimes….
I think it would be rude to ask him to stop, but I do wish they would stop piling up…
Oh my word, I have been so busy, and tired, this last week.
Days are getting shorter, but I’ve had to cram lots into them. I’ve got a gardener in to cut back the ivy that was getting up onto my roof. I’ve had treatment on my foot, which has had an infection for several weeks. I’ve had tests on my thyroid and I’m feeling sad because it’s the anniversary of several sad occasions.
Consequently I have spent a lot of time contemplating life and what I can do to improve things. I haven’t made a plan, and I don’t see my life sunsetting, but I have to learn what I can continue to do and what I might have to give up.
