My Musings: On Myers-Briggs Typology

In recent months, some of my friends have taken to having hearty discussion about Myers-Briggs Typology, and encouraging everyone to take an online typology test.

I was first introduced to this system of describing people around ten years ago. I read a book about it and concluded that it was interesting, but the background theory was abstract, ungrounded and unprovable. One thing I did admire about the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator was that, in having so many categories, it was much more likely to offer adequate descriptions of people than other simpler systems. I also found that I could relate more readily to one of the sixteen types of Myers-Briggs than to any of the nine types of the Enneagram.

When I first came across Myers-Briggs typology I concluded, with the encouragement of friends, that I fell squarely into the INTP category. The description fitted me very well, and it still does. Today when I take the 72-question test on humanmetrics.com, more often than not I end up being labelled as INTJ, with quite a strong score in J. And the description for INTJ also fits me quite well.

I don’t put much store on personality quizzes; they are never designed or worded carefully enough for my liking. But for theoretical reasons, the idea that I’m sometimes INTP, sometimes INTJ is intriguing. Despite appearing to differ by only one letter, INTP and INTJ are supposed to imply very different things. The dominant cognitive function of an INTP is supposed to be introverted thinking (Ti), with an auxiliary function of  extroverted intuition (Ne). In contrast, an INTJ’s dominant and auxiliary functions are supposed to be introverted intuition (Ni) and extroverted thinking (Te). The theory says that INTPs and INTJs direct their thinking and intuition along opposing “attitudes” to one another. At risk of over-simplification, let me put it like this: it’s not supposed to be possible to have a mid-point between INTP and INTJ.

I like learning things, and I see huge benefits in understanding oneself better, but I never bother trying to guess which of the 16 categories my friends fall into. I endeavour to relate to each person as an individual.

Now my challenge to you, dear reader, is to determine based on this article and whatever else you know about me whether (a) I am an INTP; (b) I am an INTJ; (c) I fall into one of the other 14 categories; (d) the theory is flawed; or (e) there’s not enough information to make a judgement in this matter. I also understand if you decline my challenge because you endeavour to relate to each person as an individual.

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Reinstalling ASUS Eee PC Linux

This post is for the Googlers of the future.

I’ve been fiddling with an ASUS Eee PC (701SDX) that originally came with Linux (Eee’s Xandros variant), but had had a different OS installed over the top of it.

I wanted to reinstall the original Eee Linux on the device, but it turns out it’s hard to find out how to do this. The two most useful resources I found were these:

In the end, the steps I followed were based on one of the posts on Metafilter.

  1. I used syslinux to make my USB drive bootable.
  2. I got EeePC 1.6 from Eee Community on SourceForge.
  3. I used UNetbootin to install the ISO on the USB drive.
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Stranger

“Never acknowledge the existence of strangers.” That seems to be the unwritten rule of the rail. Making eye contact with unknowns on the platform is taboo, and heaven forbid that you should speak to a stranger on a train.

It was he who broke the rule, but I played along. I got to my platform, and my train was still 3 minutes away. The bench was vacant except for an empty cigarette package, so I sat.

“Hi!” said the man sitting on the next bench over. He seemed rather cheerful.

“G’day”, I replied.

“D’ya have a cigarette?”

“Sorry?” My brain took a second to process the question.

He paused for a moment, then asked, “Do you smoke?”

“No, I don’t smoke.”

“Oh,” he replied, smiling. “… don’t smoke.”

He mumbled a few more words, probably to himself rather than me. I couldn’t make much sense of them.

I considered getting my book out of my bag. I decided that chatting with a stranger was the better option. I made eye contact with him again.

“L’just put my watch on,” he said, then dug his hand into his pocket. “I don’t have my watch… wait, yes I do.” He pulled out his hand and opened it, revealing a handkerchief, a metal watch, and a few trinkets.

He turned to me. “What arm does a man put their watch on?”

“Usually the left”, I said, pointing to my watch on my left wrist. “But some people wear it on the right.”

The man slipped the watch over his left hand and, in a feat of great concentration, did up the clasp. He looked at the watch, then up at me. “That feels more comfortable!”

He stared intently at the watch for a while, as if he was struggling to make out the time. Finally, he spoke. “Quartz…  It says Quartz… What does yours say?”

“Mine says ‘Olympic’.” I held out my wrist to show him.

He thought for a moment, then said “I’m late for a very important date.”

“Oh?”

“Very very very very very very very very very very very very very very late.”

“I see.” I nodded. I caught a glimpse of his watch. I wasn’t near enough to him to be certain, but it looked as though his minute hand was wrong by about 15 minutes, and his hour hand by about 6 hours.

Our train pulled up and we got on. There were many empty seats. I had only one stop to travel, so I stood near the entrance.

“Which way are you going?” asked the stranger. I was taken aback. He was on the same train as me. Surely it was obvious which way we were going.

“Are you sitting or standing?” he asked.

It suddenly dawned on me. He’d wanted to know where on the train I was going to sit.

“Oh, I’m just going to the next station, so I’m going to stand,” I told him. “What stop are you going to?”

He mumbled a few things to himself, seemingly deep in thought. “What stop… What stopping… University…”

He turned to me. “What’s stopping me? University… No, one of those non-accredited universities, they’re better aren’t they? Yeah, they’re better. They have all that high technology software latest technology. What’s it… DKS Chair. That’s what it’s called.”

He didn’t actually say “DKS Chair,” but I can’t remember the exact phrase he did use. It made as much sense to me as “DKS Chair”.

“Oh?” I said. “I’ve never heard of it.”

“Yeah, that’s it, DKS Chair. You should get one.”

The train slowed down. I smiled at the man. “Well, this is me. All the best!”

“See ya later Mr Man!” He held out his hand. I shook it.

I got off the train and silently prayed for him. I hope he made it safely to… wherever it was he was trying to get.

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Trosnoth Christmas Wallpaper

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The Promise

Did you know that the Christmas story didn’t just start when Jesus was born? No, 700 years earlier, God looked down and saw his people disobeying him.

He sent messengers to say, “I’m disappointed with you lot! But I’m going to give you a sign. A young woman, a virgin, will become pregnant. She’ll give birth to a son, and he’ll be called Emmanuel, which in your language means ‘God with us’.

“He’ll be called Prince of Peace and King of Kings, but he won’t be raised as royalty. You could walk past him in the street and not even recognise him.

“People will look down on him. They’ll beat him and bruise him. People will say, ‘God is punishing this man for the wrong things that he’s done.’ But no! God will be punishing that man for the wrong things that we’ve done. You see, we’re all like sheep who have gone astray. We each choose our own paths through life. But God will take our wrongdoings and place them on that man.

“He’ll be dragged before a court, but he won’t find any justice there. Like a sheep being led to be slaughtered, he won’t say a word. He’ll be executed as a criminal and buried in a rich man’s grave.

“All of this will be part of God’s plan to punish an innocent man for our wrongdoings so that our dirty hearts can be made clean.”

Sources: Isaiah 7:13-14; 9:6-7; 52:13-15; 53:1-13

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