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Right Brain Dominant

I am reading A Whole New Mind: Why Right-Brainers Will Rule the Future, by Daniel H. Pink. I wouldn't have chosen this book had I been book hunting because I lean toward fiction—it was a gift from someone who, like me, is right-brain dominate.

I haven't gotten very far, just far enough to learn that in Hippocrates' day, the left side of the brain was considered the true source of thought, the thing that separated us from the animals and made us human. It was the source of reason and logic. The right side was considered a useless left over, a parasite. Now we know that both sides of our brains are equally important and equally involved in our daily thoughts and functions.

But some of us do seem to be governed by one side more strongly than the other. Me, sometimes I think the left side of my brain has completely atrophied, that the right side governs everything. But I am learning that I don't give that other side enough credit, that logical mathy side. As I read on about the strengths of the left side and how it works in conjunction with the right, I can see how that part of my head isn't really napping after all. While the left side is looking over the details, the right side is scanning the bigger picture. While the left side is reading the text, the right side is deciphering the context. And the two sides put their ideas together.

Here is an interesting experiment to help you determine which side of your brain is dominant at any given moment. If the dancer spins clockwise for you, then the right side of your brain is pretty powerful. If she spins counter clockwise, then it's the left side of your brain that steers the boat. Or maybe you can see her spinning back and forth.

When I first watched the dancing girl, she spun only clockwise, all day, no matter how many times I checked on her. She never once reversed. Later on, I tried again. Still, she seemed stuck, but then I waved my right arm, thinking that might stimulate the left side of my brain and reverse the spin. It worked. I was able to switch it back by waving my left arm, and back and forth. I wonder, though, if that was just a fluke. I can't seem to duplicate the switching every time I try.

Whether the dancer spins clockwise or counter clockwise, whether I am right- or left-brain dominate, I doubt I will rule the future. And I doubt that right-brainers in general will control our destiny as a culture that hopes to thrive as we move out of a service economy, as if those left-brainers who have been in charge for so long are just going to step aside and hand over the joy stick. I'll give this book a shot, but it seems to me we need both sides to function and prosper, both kinds of thinkers. It seems to me that if only one side rules, we'll be a little lopsided, and that dancing girl will get awfully dizzy.

Comments

Maria said…
Bing read that book too and she had me do the experiment. I found, like you, that I could change the dancer if I concentrated and this caused Bing to tell me that I was cheating....

I said no..that I, like most women, was simply clever. I found a way to use BOTH sides of my brain while she is stuck in left brain land almost all the time.

She just shook her head. She does that a lot with me.
She simply dances to the right with me. Wouldn't matter if i stood on my head i'm sure, i tried all sorts of waving. She keeps on going to the right. What does it mean then?
Anonymous said…
Oh dear, Robyn. My dancer only goes anti-clockwise, no matter how much arm waving and concentrating I do. Having read the attributes of a left brainer - that's me to a tee - probably why I don't have my own blog; can't play an instrument, can't cook all of the exciting things that you do nor write short stories (will read yours tomorrow, I promise). I so love visiting your blog - there's always something new to learn and look at. Thanks Robyn.
Mrs. G. said…
Right brainer over here, and may I say, that was one shapely dancer.

I struggle with math, maps, graphs and dirctions...does the book offer any suggestions on how to exercise the left brain. Very interesting.

Have a nice day, Robyn.
Janet said…
I only saw her going clockwise at first...but then ... she started going the other way and I have no idea HOW that happened!
I'm sure dive will agree with me here, that most men don't think with their brains.
Gina said…
I read about the dancer, and if you concentrate hard enough, you can make her go the other way, supposedly.

And I think she was designed to show how inter-connected the two hemispheres are.
Fresh Hell said…
I see her spinning both ways. She switches when I glance her from my periferal view. I guess that means I have balance in my brain but it rarely ever feels that way. ;-)
dive said…
Rich is totally right (or is that left)?

The idea of you ruling the future is rather attractive, Robyn. I'm sure you'll do much, much better than the bunch we have in charge at the moment. Do hurry up and take over.
Scout said…
Maria, I seem to have lost the ability to concentrate long enough to switch the poor woman.

Lynn,I think that means you are a creative soul who sees the bigger picture and provides beauty to a left-brain world.


Mme Benaut, I envy your ability to use your left side efficiently. I like being creative, though.

Mrs. G, the book seems to praise the right brain and suggests it will trump the left in the end. No need for exercise.

Janet, I don't get how it changes, either.

Rich, you're cheating, but you're funny.

Gina, I think she was designed for that purpose, but I haven't figured it out yet.

Fresh Hell, I'll check peripherally.

Dive, hee hee. I was about to type "Queen Robyn," but I don't think that's the ruler you had in mind. I'll say President Robyn instead.
Oooh i like that Robyn; i felt sure it was going to mean something negative! Thank you. Interesting exercise.
Ok I saw a dancer like that in a mens club once. I see her going clockwise I think but something doesn't look right?

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