(75s)…This and maybe not eating bread and butterflies for breakfast.
It took 4⁺¹ years of giving talks (and/or teaching) on the reg to have some sense of this, and I still forget it all the time.
One worries that constant immersion in such things would make one nose-blind to things that do pass the sniff-test with particular flying colors, but real talk: dysosmia² doesn’t necessarily really matter in chest fluoroscopy.
“M has been a delight to know and teach. She is a charming, highly gifted child, who (when she is able to relax) enjoys my jokes and is fun to work with! She is very much her chronological age emotionally and often displays insecurities that are difficult to understand given her enormous capabilities. She needs to have more positive experiences with her peers rather than constantly being with adults. Though she is well liked by the other children, she chooses to play by herself or sit and chat with an adult. Given time, I feel certain her emotions will link up with her intellect and she will be that wonderful child we all know she can be. I am delighted to have had the chance to work with M. She has been both a challenge and a source of pride.”—One day I’ll be a wonderful child.
…From the point of view of a Scandinavian speaker this can make for weird impressions - “Ångels” would be pronounced something like “Oongels” (with an “o” sound similar to that in “door”). The logo of the Stargate series similarly features a stylized A with a circle above it, making it resemble an Å as in Stargåte, which has the unfortunate pronunciation “Star Goat”.
Someone needs to recalibrate their idea of "unfortunate".
S’dtarbolt & Stargåte (a super goat) would def have the intestinal fortitude to do some crime-fighting. You figure, between the two of them they could take apart and digest almost anything.
This combines many of my very special things including (1) accents, (2) songs with counting, (3) dipthongization/vowel breaking (the fow-urth element of hip hop), (4) the ridiculousness of the guy whose signature makes the silly piece of paper conferring my graduate degree just a little more valuable.
I forget how I found this so many years ago but I still refer to it all the time:
"Now you think you are finished, but No!"
If I had written tests for the courses I was pitching, that would be the lead in to the last section maybe 1/2 the time.
“Two journal articles, 5 posters, and a talk. That’s not just the hat-trick; that data collection adventure could have its own 8 night holiday.”—Even though I am not chock full of babies, that January collaboration with the accent is still yielding pretty good professional dividends.
“While his judgment that Buffalo Bill would look at me and say “that’ll do” went unspoken, this elderly man, who completely non-referentially said “I’ll have what she’s having” in deference to my…clearly confident sandwich ordering, might be my new lunchtime friend; though I suppose I would have to backtrack what time we both showed up to the same sandwich establishment with a weird sort of hopefulness that we are both secretly super consistent sorts of people. Which, maybe if we’re going to be friends would be something we’d both realize and maybe we have to go where we think the other will think the other would go. Gaming serendipity is hard: do I need another 70 year old to be pals with? I probably should have just asked him his name and life story while we were standing there, but if either of us were the type to be super chatty with strangers ALL the time, it wouldn’t have seemed so promising. I bet he works for Dow, he felt…chemically inclined. I wonder how many senior white guys they have on staff.”—"gaming serendipity"
I did a quick scan of a series of videos just to check the accuracy of that aspersion before realizing that "A Time to Kill," —a movie I will always sit down and watch, albeit with something of a grim resignation and maybe a finger on the fast-forward, if I find it on (with a delicious chaser of Die Hard 3, which I always have on hand, for changing the taste in mouth despite the happyish ending)— was possibly art-directed by Rob Liefeld.
(12.2 minutes) Not enough of you have listened to this, as I am maybe half of the current playcount, but you should: I know I have said this about Scott's little storiesbefore, but they are kind of the greatest. This one is less little, but not in a way where the greatness is diluted.
It is probably at least on par with David Foster Wallace’s “The Boy"—which I love and still listen to about once a month—if not a little better because of sort of being reminiscent of High School Hypnosis*; which I also love as someone who was also on the school assembly circuit as a traveling, singing, educational puppeteer.
(*As far as I know, neither I nor Mark Riley, the KotB cerebral pasly puppet, ever gave any children boners on stage. Thank goodness.)
"I am delighted to inform you that the manuscript has been reviewed by the experts in the field, and the consensus is that it is acceptable with a minor revision."
Boom. There is something pretty intellectually delicious about submitting something to a journal of a field a little bit tangential to the my own, so I am delighted to receive this information and make this revision.
The quasi-redundancy of this comment is clearly pedant bait. I may not have a giant fish head, but I know a trap when I see one.
Adventure; Catharsis; Promises to keep in better touch; The kind of hugs that invoke a feeling of 127.0.0.1 (maybe a little tighter and longer than necessary, but never beyond what I could and do tend to want afterwards— "GOOD HUGS FROM GOOD PEOPLE: the Chinese food of human experience"— like the silly person I am); etc.
(I earned it the harder way on the work portions, but I got my money’s worth on the non-work portions of this trip. I’ll be submitting receipts anyhow.)
The Simon Family of Malls Regrets to Inform You About Your Status Vis-à-Vis Welcomeness
MScientist:When I cut through here on Sunday with my rolling duffel bag, I was clearly the least classy person at this mall; supercilious white ladies were like, "someone clearly dropped the ball at riff-raff patrol."
DSales:You don't look homeless. You just look...anti-establishment.
MScientist:Aw, that's the nicest way anyone has ever said I looked like a hobo.