Most times when I see someone who died young in the obituaries, and I google their name, I come up with a fatal traffic accident report, if anything.
Every once in a while though, something interesting happens like seeing something articulated like this that happened to the person just a few weeks before they died:
| RUN DATE: 08/09/07 PAGE 1 IN THE GENERAL COURT OF JUSTICE LOCATION … 06CR 056228 18 [deceased’s name here] SHOPLIFTING CONCEALMENT GOODS TURNER,M 06CR 056376 19 [deceased’s name here] POSSESS DRUG PARAPHERNALIA TURNER,M 06CR … |
I worked from home again today, continuing my edit of Joe’s document.
I took a break from editing from 11:00-12:00 to participate in an IBM Editing Community teleconference whose agenda consisted of a presentation entitled, “Editing for Quality: A Refresher.” Wake up!
I completed my edit just in time to leave for class with enough time not to be rushed.
ENG 583: Verbal Data Analysis was interesting enough tonight, though it consisted mostly of trying to get our minds around Austin’s definition of a “performative utterance”—both its definition and why such an utterance matters.
We veered in and out of such philosophical utterances as “What are we talking about when we say reality?” and somewhat of a mixed metaphor version of the old standby, “If a tree falls in the woods, and no one hears it, does it make a sound?” (The person said, “If someone speaks in the woods…”)
Dr. Swarts responded to a point using the term “physical reality,” and as soon as he uttered that, I thought of Dr. Joseph Dispenza‘s comment in What the Bleep Do We Know?, which I of course watched last night for my other class.
In that, Dr. Dispenza says, “We have observed that if you measure what happens in the brain when a person looks at an object—note which areas of the brain become active, “light up” if you will—and then look again when we ask the person to picture in their mind what they saw, the exact same activity takes place in the brain.” This implies that our brain does not know the difference between what’s “real” and what we “imagine,” which makes me ask, “What is physical reality then?”
But I digress… [Or, I imagine that I digress. Oh wait, that’s the same thing.]
I spent about an hour in the Caldwell Hall Lounge, enjoying some Sourdough Pretzel Bites and a Diet Coke, which overflowed all over the table when the can—after maniacally careening down the soda dispenser chute—was opened.
I read the class discussion board for tomorrow night’s class, and someone actually commented on my posting about the movie.
No one has explicitly referenced the final comment in my posting about the movie, which said, “With regards to the sex in this movie, I thought it was way too steeped in the paradigm that men are attracted to women and women to men.”
It’s a little after 10:00 now, and I’m off to meet Joe at Flex for a little drinkie-poo. I would say we’re going for the karaoke, but we really aren’t. If I bitch about the bar, but don’t write about it, did I really bitch?