Ow. My brain hurts.
February 27th, 2005 ~ Travel bloggingWhen the St. Barnabas featured speaker Dr. John Mark Reynolds had been talking for a while, Greg leaned over and said, “Admit it — you’re going to blog about this.” I looked at him in some surprise. I was? What was I going to say? After only a short time, it was obvious I wouldn’t have anything to add, and I can’t think of how exactly I would be supposed to sum up an excellent, mentally-challenging, profoundly encouraging and thought-provoking six-hour talk into a two-screen (or so) blog.
And yet, here I am at Kinko’s. I apparently am on a mission to go to all the different Kinko’s that I can, just so I can find out that the mouse doesn’t work right in a single one. T.S. Eliot wrote that he could measure out his life in coffee spoons; apparently I can measure mine out in gummy Kinko’s mousepads.
And then there’s the issue of my notes. I didn’t take a lot, but when I look at them now, it’s like looking at something I scribbled down hoping to recall a dream later on. For instance, what does “Tolerance in academic research is incoherance” mean? When I wrote it down, I must’ve known, but then I’m thinking that during the talk, my IQ swelled by 10 points or so and I could understand sentences with multiple four-syllable words. (It’s sort of like that episode of “Star Trek” where McCoy becomes super-intelligent for a time so he can re-connect Spock’s brain.) (Obviously, my IQ is now back to its former level.) Well, I won’t try to hash through any more of this right now. Certainly not at 20 cents a minutes with a sticky mouse. I’m sort of cheating by putting this in as a place-holder, but I think I’ll get better results if I have a go at it when thoughts have filtered down and coalesced. In the meantime, take my word for it that if you have a chance to listen to Dr. Reynolds or book him as a speaker, you should do it. Seriously.
And you can also take my word for it too that if you want to use the Mac at the Kinko’s across from Goldenwest College, you’ll want to bring some 409 with you. Yuck.
February 28th, 2005 at 11:52 pm
Hey! I just read The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock in class today! I actually understand your Eliot quote! Cool!
I was babysitting so I didn’t get to see all of Mr. Reynolds’ talk, but I’m afraid if I had sat through the whole thing, my brain would have jumped out and ran away in retaliation for overstimulating it.
March 1st, 2005 at 12:32 am
500 points for knowing the allegory! In the spirit of full disclosure, I’ll say that I don’t remember anything about the poem other than that line, which I always thought was great. And I’m darn pleased I got the poet’s name right — I get my T-names mixed up, so it could’ve come out Tenniel, Tennyson or Tolkien. Yep, I’m a smartie all right. (I think I’ll look up “Love Song” on the Web, though, just to make an honest woman of myself.)