The dramatic story of one man’s recovery offers new hope to those suffering from concussions and other brain traumas In 1999, Clark Elliott suffered a concussion when his car was rear-ended.
Author: Clark Elliott
The dramatic story of one man’s recovery offers new hope to those suffering from concussions and other brain traumas In 1999, Clark Elliott suffered a concussion when his car was rear-ended. Overnight his life changed from that of a rising professor with a research career in artificial intelligence to a humbled man struggling to get through a single day. At times he couldn’t walk across a room, or even name his five children. Doctors told him he would never fully recover. After eight years, the cognitive demands of his job, and of being a single parent, finally became more than he could manage. As a result of one final effort to recover, he crossed paths with two brilliant Chicago-area research-clinicians—one an optometrist emphasizing neurodevelopmental techniques, the other a cognitive psychologist—working on the leading edge of brain plasticity. Within weeks the ghost of who he had been started to re-emerge. Remarkably, Elliott kept detailed notes throughout his experience, from the moment of impact to the final stages of his recovery, astounding documentation that is the basis of this fascinating book. The Ghost in My Brain gives hope to the millions who suffer from head injuries each year, and provides a unique and informative window into the world’s most complex computational device: the human brain.
from the side of her mouth . I listen for Yaz . My nose is no help , as the room is
being spritzed with RainAfter - SexWith - A - Masked - Stranger , a top - ten odor
this year . I prefer ... I fear her brain will leak from her head like zit lava . “ Edvard ...
Author: Peter Jay Shippy
Publisher: Rose Metal PressInc
Poetry. A book-length narrative poem, or a novella-in-verse if you prefer, HOW TO BUILD THE GHOST IN YOUR ATTIC is a novel-poem with a literary sci-fi bent, a shadow-text to Oedipus written in a style that is up-to-the-minute. With wit, dynamism, and cutting senses of urgency and humor, Iowa Prize winner Peter Jay Shippy tells the tale of Isaac Makepeace Watt, a melancholy man living in a Thebes that is much like contemporary America. The House of Cadmus still rules (and will fall), but they only appear in the poem as media white noise. Isaac's concerns are personal, his father's illness and his own moral decrepitude. There are talking monkeys, plagues, oracles, and nano-robots-you know, the usual agoramania.
Ghosts Ghosts sit around my city they exist as the doorframes of buildings and
the balconies of houses where they used to work where they used to live ghosts
walk around my city walk around my head and ghost story reminiscing starts
His fists and eyes was clenched tight closed when he spoke next . ... The idea of
killin ' somebody chilled my blood . ... She was smooth and gentle , and her
kisses set a fire in me that got my knees tremblin ' and my brain weak with want .
Author: Karyn Follis Cheatham
Publisher: Harcourt Childrens Books
Traces the adventures of two boys, one the slave of the other, in the first half of the nineteenth century as they grow to manhood on an Alabama plantation, experience its devastation, and move west to find a freer way of life.
Continual pain , the drip of persistent water , The seep of poison into the brain ? I
hear my old friend in the cellarage , The ubiquitous ghost , his unearthly music .
He is singing old songs out of myself , out of our own day , Out of the older days ...
In Daniel Dennett's delightful story , “ Where Am I ? " , the confusion that arises
from the Cartesian materialism inherent in the mind - brain identity theory is
elegantly visualized . Dennett imagines that his brain is transplanted into a glass
Author: W. Teed Rockwell
Publisher: Bradford Books
A rejection of both dualism and the mind-brain identity theory, arguing that the mind is best understood as a "behavioral field" that fluctuates within the brain/body/world nexus.
Now you say you ' d rather go back to that island and share some hut with twenty
brain - dead hippies ? ... It ' s my house . And of course it ' s not haunted . Use your brain . There ' s no such thing as ghosts . ” “ But why would he say that ?
Author: Anne Louise MacDonald
Category: Alzheimer's disease
Kim sees a beautiful black horse from her school bus window on the very day Gramma-Lou is coming to live with Kim's family. Gramma-Lou is Kim's best friend, sharing her passion for horses and loving her just as she is. Everything is going to be perfect when Gramma-Lou comes to stay. But when Kim looks for the horse, it seems to have vanished. Was it a ghost? There's talk of ghosts around Meadow Green -- kids at school claim Kim's house is haunted by someone named Crackers and that something awful happened there. Kim's parents say it's nonsense, but when Gramma-Lou finally arrives, Kim's perfect plans are shattered and dark secrets come to light in Meadow Green.
After a time , he decides to wipe away all baser matters from his memory and to
keep only the ghost ' s words in his brain . And thy commandment all alone shall
live Within the book and volume of my brain , Unmixed with baser matter : ( I . v .
Author: Yoshiko Ueno
Publisher: Ams PressInc
Category: Literary Collections
Hamlet has always been the most popular of Shakespeare's plays in Japan. This is a collection of critical essays by Japanese authors, looking at a variety of aspects of the play.
That was another problem , her focus slipped away even when she was
motivated . But at least the focus was thereit hadn't been six months ago . Just
this summer , something had changed in her brain , she'd actually felt it , like
stepping out of ...
Author: Kaley Stephens
The haunting story of Jamie Eugley, a young lobsterman struggling with the grinding responsibilities of a head-injured fiancee and mounting trap wars, The Ghost Trap is a modern tale with an old-fashioned hero who puts family and heritage before self. In the end it's not just about lobstering, but about one man's sorrow for not appreciating the love he had, however damaged. Written with sensitivity and rich description, this is a piercingly accurate depiction of life in a small Maine lobstering community.
Smith ( 1918 ) described his experiences as follows : “ I had made a trip in , and
on my return , when eight miles from ... but to walk slowly backwards until at a
safe distance , but my promptings were forgotten , and when it soaked into my brain ...
Author: Bruce S. Wright
Publisher: New York : Vantage Press
The Ghost of North America, lithe, tawny, leonine in primal majesty, still walks our forests. The eastern panther, who long since learned to beware the haunts of man, is no creature of a bygone day. He lives, a fleet, magnificent beast whom few men ever see. This fascinating book brings you his story.
What do you do when you have no memories of your life except the one moment that took everything away? My name is Dex and I'm a Marine. Somewhere in the horrors of the sand overseas, an explosion took out not only most of my unit but also my memories of everything that happened before that day. When my memories don't return, the explosion also ends my career in the military. That one moment costs me everything. Starting from scratch sucks. I don't even know what foods I like or what types of music I listen to. Am I a boxer or briefs man? Do I like women or men? I also have to figure out what I'm going to do with my life from this point on. While adjusting to my new life, I start seeing things -- things that no one else can see. I think that maybe my head injury caused more than amnesia. When one of my "visions" won't leave me alone, I have no choice but to believe in ghosts. Along with the ghosts during the day, at night I dream vividly of two men. But are these two men merely dreams, or are they memories? When one man steps through the door of my hospital room, I have the answer. This man literally tries to lead me down memory lane, culminating in a searing kiss. Too bad my brain isn't cooperating, because this man is breathtaking. With the help of my sassy grandmother, I begin to rebuild my life. I am Samuel Dexter, and these are my stories.
I exclaimed , “ if I can get the head waiter of our hotel to lend you his dress coat
and waistcoat wil you wear it ? " New hope dawned in Maude ' s ... And then , as
fiction writers put it , something snapped in my brain ! I made a dash at that head
That the Ghost , with his fading cry of Adieu , adieu , adieu , remember me ,
descends into the Trap - Door ( the · ' Hell ' ) is ... Yes , I will drive everything else
out of my memory ( this distracted Globe , my brain , the Table of my Memory . . .
should have deserted her . But the sense of the words leaped immediately to her brain , and she read clearly . “ Whosoever enjoys not this life , I count him but an
apparition , though he wear about him the sensible affections of flesh . In these ...
Author: Marion Chesney
Publisher: Ivy Books
In The Ghost and Lady Alice, a mistreated scullery maid is transformed into a lady by the ghost of a duke, while in Duke's Diamonds, an orphan and her canine charge inherit a fortune in precious gems. Original.
MY. BRAIN. AND. I. ARE. ONE. once attended the wedding of a thirty - five - year
- old patient who five years earlier had come to me after seeing in broad daylight the ghost of her dead first husband . At our first meeting she told me about the ...
Author: Richard M. Restak
Publisher: Three Rivers Press
Neurologist and best-selling author Richard Restak puts readers in touch with the latest scientific findings about the most complex and inscrutable object in creation--the human brain. "By all means let Richard Restak take you on this lively journey to the very roots of our being. Along the way you will gain new understanding of consciousness, dreams, drugs, emotions, memory loss, and many kindred subjects."--William Warner Line drawings.
I have believed it ever since and now at this moment hold on to it with all my
subconscious , with all my memory , with all that I have been taught and told . The
word brain always represented a fearful mystery to me . My brain can stop ...
It is a song of organic memory - deep , dim memory of other quintillions of lives ,
when the ghost of him shrilled at night from the dewy grasses of the hills . Then
that song brought him love – and death . He has forgotten all about death : but he
Author: Tony Buzan
Publisher: Plume Books
Category: Creative ability
Using the latest research on the workings of the human brain, Buzan provides step-by-step exercises for discovering the powers of the right side of the brain and learning to use the left side more effectively. By increasing our understanding of how the mind works, Buzan shows us how to use our brains to the best advantage.
Smoke – my brain had become smoke . António took his own room . The
receptionist told me my room number and said that my brother - in - law was
already there . She asked for my passport . Miguel was sitting on the end of a bed
when I ...
Author: Richard Zimler
Publisher: Heretic Books
Category: Gay men
Worldly, Jewish, at one time a standout on his legendary Greenwich Village basketball team, an American classical guitar teacher seeks a new life in Portugal after the death of so many friends. But what he calls the viral eclipse over sexuality pursues him even there, when Antonio, his most talented and beloved student, tests HIV-positive and threatens to give up on life at just twenty-four. Desperate to show the young man that he still has a future, 'the Professor' arranges a car trip across Spain to Paris, hoping to be able to convince a leading virtuoso there to begin preparing his protege for a concert career. Antonio's estranged father, Miguel, a stonemason by trade, insists on coming along with them, and en route the three fall into a triangle of adventure, personal disclosure, violence, and at last a strange redemption.
Cockerman, Melanie Chaparian. My Brain and I Are One Richard Restak I once
attended the wedding of a thirty - five - year - old patient who five years earlier
had come to me after seeing in broad daylight the ghost of her dead first husband