If the boundaries of the self shift with those of the mind out from skull to body, or even from body to world, as the self-follows-mind view implies, then accepting embodied or extended cognition will have interesting implications concerning autonomy, sociality, personal identity, and responsibility.
With a plucking banjo, a spritely mandolin, ample warm harmonies, and some nifty fiddle modulations, Gentle on my Mind stood out from the pop-country pack.
Just as his fellow countryman Milan Kundera wrested crystalline and technically innovative prose out his land's strange, rich, and poisoned air, Havel, with his sad and happy mind peering out from behind his sad and happy face, wrote plays that are as accurate a record of Czech life in the mid- to late-twentieth-century as anything we've known.
"New York State of Mind" rings out from the sound system.
As you can see, party identification is more closely related to vote choice for people who can make up their mind a year out from an election, but even among undecided voters coming to a decision, party is a strong driver.
As they go about reshaping their roster, they probably won't mind being separated out from this group: Of those other six teams to have traded six players, three missed the playoffs entirely, and the highest achieving was, funny enough, the Cavaliers, who fizzled out in the 2008 Eastern Conference semifinals.
Over the years, did you ever think that maybe your parents don't mind helping you out from time to time, but when transferring money to you started feeling like a monthly bill they began to wonder if they raised an adult or an adult-child?
If you don't mind travelling a bit out from the city centre and have a little extra money to spend, then Casamia (High Street, Westbury-on-Trym, 0117-959 2884, castandsestalonet.co.uk) stasds alone as Bristol's only Michelin-starred restaurant.
I draw the line at wotels, although if you don't mind the eyeball peering out from the toilet bowl, they can be a smart money-saving option.
Yesterday I was stressed out over some shop shit and I was losing my mind and Matt came out from the basement and said, "Do we have any more ice cream left???" Oh, Matt.
The taxi into town from the airport was bad enough: the guilt-trip shock of the plight of the underclasses was still in our minds as we set out from our hotel into the streets to locate a good curry restaurant.
