i guess what i’m trying to say is, don’t ask if you don’t care. i’m happy to talk about things with you. i happy to give my opinion. but don’t just dismiss the whole thing. at least ACT like you care, like i’m not just some tool in the removal of earwax, or some such thing.
sheesh!
:P
another ask metafilter gem.
Definitions of pareidolia on the Web:
i seem to suffer from pareidolia all the time. mostly, i attribute this condition to my dreams, where so many images/thoughts/concepts get mashed together there seems to be leftovers hanging around for a while afterward.
pattern recognition is one of my strong suits, and maybe it’s more of an attempt to continually force perceptions into patterns than anything else. in either case, i love that there’s a word for it.
:P
i found this on ask metafilter. i really like it.
“Technology, while adding daily to our physical ease, throws daily another loop of fine wire around our souls. It contributes hugely to our mobility, which we must not confuse with freedom. The extensions of our senses, which we find so fascinating, are not adding to the discrimination of our minds, since we need increasingly to take the reading of a needle on a dial to discover whether we think something is good or bad, or right or wrong.”
–ADLAI E. STEVENSON, “My Faith in Democratic Capitalism,” in Fortune magazine, October, 1955. (Harper, S&S)
what i like so much about this quote is how much truer it seems today than it did in 1955. so much of the “chatter” that surrounds us these days is the pontifications of extremists. we have ceded our ability to make up our own minds to those who are louder than the rest. that, compounded with a cultural bias against intellectualism, is taking the freedom of this country away from us.
maybe i’m just being cynical.
:P
i guess that keeping up with the life in the big city and the new job and having friends and everything has been taking its toll on the blog. it’s not that i don’t love you. it’s not that i don’t care. it’s that i have a life again (for the first time in years).
what’s more upsetting is that i am not really writing anymore. i miss that. i need to write. guess i’ll start out with some 50 words again and see where that goes.
this is just a note that i still care.
:P