Last night I was watching television and there was a new show by Dimitri Martin and he had several skits with striking relevancy to our class. He performed one skit satirically dressed as a rapper and put on the most pathetic display of flighting I have ever seen and he talked about cliches in another skit and he said "If I went back in time and said cliches I would be original" and I laughed because he's right.
As I write this I realize how difficult it is to stay in parataxis. I guess I have been in the habit of subordinating and diversifying my word choice for too long. It was interesting to see how connected Dimitri Martin's comedy is to the oral tradition and the content of our class.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Thanks to a Smashed Thumb
I am finding more and more connections to this class throughout my daily life. Two days ago my girlfriend closed her thumb in the trunk of the car. Later that night we sat at the table and played cards, but I had to shuffle for her because her thumb was still hurting. Luckily the injury was not severe and after the card game I forgot all about it.
Tonight we were playing cards again and her thumb came to mind. Most interesting, however, was that the image of her thumb came into my thoughts, not simply the thought of her well-being. I believe that the image was stimulated by my loci -the kitchen table. I had unintentionally developed a memorable image and placed it in a specific loci within a memory theater.
Immediately after the image came to mind, I asked her if her thumb was feeling better and laughed. I was laughing at how obviously this class is affecting me, but she mistook it for a joke at her expense.
Tonight we were playing cards again and her thumb came to mind. Most interesting, however, was that the image of her thumb came into my thoughts, not simply the thought of her well-being. I believe that the image was stimulated by my loci -the kitchen table. I had unintentionally developed a memorable image and placed it in a specific loci within a memory theater.
Immediately after the image came to mind, I asked her if her thumb was feeling better and laughed. I was laughing at how obviously this class is affecting me, but she mistook it for a joke at her expense.
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