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    Perception
    Perception
    Perception
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    Perception

    By Shamus LePour

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    PERCEPTION is a self-improvement book aimed at identifying and eliminating the sources of dissonance which bring about unhappiness. The book suggests techniques for identifying and eliminating sources of cognative dissonance in our lives. The book is a combination of suggested techniques and personal stories from the author's life that relate to the subject.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherShamus LePour
    Release dateJul 12, 2015
    ISBN9781311002600
    Perception
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    Shamus LePour

    I am a PhD physchologist who has been a practicioner, teacher, university administrator and rancher. During my college years I was fortunate to develop a relationship with Leon Festinger and his wife Mary. His research and resulting theory of Cognitive Dissonance greatly changed the way that I viewed happiness and the lack thereof in my fellow humans. Throughout my life I have made a practice of studying and identifying the people, places and things in my life that have brought about happiness or difficulties.I live in the Great Mojave Desert.

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      Copyright © 2015 Shamus LePour

      Chapter 1

      The Royal Muscat Opera House

      Sitting in the Royal Opera House – Muscat was pleasant. I was waiting for a performance – a split between Middle East jazz and American Jazz. I am not a jazz fan – but good musicians are always nice to listen to. I was thinking back to last October when a Sheikh friend of mine travelled to Muscat for the grand opening of this new opera house and I was imagining how that night must have been. Old Kaboose, the Sultan of Oman invited the royals from near and far – and I am absolutely sure that all were in finest regalia and that all things were in order. Placido Domingo conducted whatever they were listening to. Placido seems to circle my life a bit. My daughter at times works with Placido. Moreover, her personal assistant who is rather attractive serves as bait to frequently attract Placido down to my daughter’s office. So when I visit New York City to see my daughter I get to see Placido if he is in town. He is an interesting character indeed!

      The Muscat Royal opera house exceeded my expectations. It is a smallish place – probably seats 1,100 or so – but every design detail is carefully seen to. The exterior captures the feel of an Omani fortress. Oman is a county of rugged barren mountains and deep passes. The mountains often extend to the sea making the coastline rugged and full of fiords. It is a perfect terrain for fort building – and over the centuries build forts they did. Omani forts have a certain character, and it is this that was captured at the Royal Opera House. Having been in this region for some years now I know how things work. Every detail of this place – from the design to the furnishings to the carpets was picked at and approved by the Sultan. Here he did admirable work as the place has charm, character, grandeur and function.

      As I sat waiting for the performance to begin I thought of my days as a musician. My mom was quite good at piano playing – she could play most songs by ear not needing written music. She had me taking piano lessons at a young age, but I never got to the play it by ear stage although I became pretty good at reading music. Later I learned to play the trombone, and then the bassoon. I can’t remember the reason behind the trombone – but the bassoon was due to my interest in Barbara Green. She was a lovely young girl in my school that played the bassoon – the only one to play the bassoon. So I figured one way to get next to Barbara was to take up the bassoon. It worked sort of. I sat next to her in performances, but other than that she never took my bait. But I carried on with the bassoon for some years. I didn’t like listening to or playing jazz at all. The performance that night reminded me of why. I was not a very talented musician. I was mechanical and rote and could only play by reading music. I never took the time to learn much about chord progression or harmonics so needless to say I could never master jazz. I was plain shitty at playing jazz.

      I glanced at my wife and thought about convergences. For some reason I had an Asian convergence late in life. Growing up in San Francisco I knew many Asian people, girls included, but never seriously dated any. Back in those days the Asian families were dead set against inter-racial dating and you can be damned certain my mother would be against any such adventure. So I pretty much stuck to white girls although the Asians were always interesting to me. They seemed so compact and clean. Also they seemed to be serious but also to have something hidden. I met the latest one on the net. A few months prior to jumping off earth’s end and coming to the Middle East I started to freak out. Maybe I was getting old and in my late 60’s but for certain I wasn’t in a mood to give up women. Getting laid twice a week and having someone around to keep me company the rest of the time was still important to me. I had been messing around with the Mate1 site and had a couple of interesting near misses in LA. Under the who has been looking at your profile section I noticed a Thai lady’s entry. She didn’t leave anything but footprints, but I responded to her anyway. Something like hi I like Thailand and Thai people – have been there numerous times over many decades. Sawadee-Kaa. That woke her up, and soon we had a dialog going. When the time was right I mentioned that I was moving to a place only 5 or 6 hours from Bangkok and perhaps we could plan to meet. I was moving in early October but had a free week around Thanksgiving time (coincidence as there is no Thanksgiving in Thailand). She responded that was fine except there was a glitch – she was currently living in New Zealand. She mentioned that she was thinking of returning to Thailand and would let me know.

      As things turned out she did return in early November, and I kept my plans to visit Bangkok at Thanksgiving. We arranged to meet at Suvarnabhumni Airport – the new one – as Don Maung Airport – the old one was given over to domestic service. I liked Don Muang – it always reminded me of getting to the Orient – hot, humid, a bit

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