So you are, off you trot- night night hope the bed bugs don't bite
poor crickets! some die that we may live - or newts - this is the nature of predation - one day we are rooting for the antelope, another for the lion.
Shall the cricket ever lie down with the newt? or the newt with the sun? alas, poor creatures and wights we are each and every one, god wot.
flights of angels sing thee to they rest - and such
Wot?
I be a pondering and literate Bunny...
Can we feed the Newt to the newt - now that would be humane!
Err, guess not. The newt would probably have gastrointestinal problems. We will probably just have to declare Newt a Super Fund cleanup project - <sigh> more massive tax payers dollars being spend for the VRWCC (Vast Right Wing Conservative Conspiracy).
This is heretically un-digressionary of me, and patiodog won't even show up 'til Monday, by which time this will be buried under a groaning stack of newt, cane toad, clam, and bat guano digressions (no bat guano yet, you say? Just wait), but a thought occurred about the whole information processing thing last night:
patiodog wrote:Hmmm, I dunno. Anything to do with the nature of sign language and lip reading -- where if you look away you might miss something important? (Would think the opposite with lip readers, actually, because so much of it involves inference -- filling in the bits you can't quite make out.) Hmmmmmmmm.....
I think the common thread between deaf staff in a hearing environment and older students in a college environment is
insecurity. I think that rather than the age thing, the wanting to pin down every stray waft of information is due to a concern that everyone else who is sitting there impassively DOES get it. So the insecure person, looking around, seeing the confident impassive faces, says, "If I'm going to be in the same league as these people I must be clear on what was just said!"
Meanwhile, the impassive people don't necessarily get it, they are just confident that at some point in the future it will become clear, or will prove unnecessary.
Hmmmmmmm.......quite possible.
BAT guano?
Now - I am very fond of bats and flying foxes....don't believe we ever had their GUANO here before....
I'm a guano wish you good night - and flights of flying-foxes sing thee to thy rest...
sozobe
Might I share a story, to help make a part of your lovely point.
One winter day several years ago, while visiting my mother, I went skiing at a hill near my home town. I'd skied a lot since leaving my home, but had never skied that local hill before. Early in the day, I bumped into two friends, a couple who were beginner skiers and were now skiing that hill every weekend. I joined them for a couple of runs, but our skill levels weren't comparable, so when we got off at the top of the lift on our third trip, I told them I was going to try some new runs. I pointed in one direction, and asked them what was thataway. They answered " ----------". That is, they said something, and I didn't understand it. And out of a momentary embarrassment, or something, I didn't clarify, and just said "Oh, ok, I think I'll try that. See ya"
I headed down and could see a drop coming. As I got closer, I looked closely to get a sense of the curl of the drop. It was moving quite quickly and mere feet from the edge when I realized there was no curl, it was a cliff. Over I went. It was only twenty feet down or so, and the whole adventure was punctuated by skis, poles, goggles, backpack, and Bernie in a very untidy mess. But uninjured. We with perfect hearing often do not hear very well at all.
But I have to add the final lovely bit to this story. Later on, I saw the couple again. I skied right over to share with them this ridiculous thing I'd done of not clarifying their words, and the consequence. Then they told me the story from THEIR perspective. Here's this really good skier...and he gets quickly bored with them...and he asks 'what's over there?'.... and they tell him there's a cliff over there...and he answers "Well, I think I'll try that"...heads right for it and goes over the edge. They were really impressed.
Glad you were ok!
Actually, I am slowly going deaf - and I find I use an opposite strategy when I cannot hear well - assuming I will pick the thrust of a conversation/film etc up as it goes on.
'Tis interesting how much my hearing consists of concentration - if I am unwell, or absorbed in something else, or my neck is especially sore and making me miserable, I can hardly hear at all! Oh - and synaesthesia has a part - I cannot hear the phone in the dark!
It wouldn't be much fun talking dirty to you, deb.
Auntie Lowan, what is a "Content Specialist"? Is that the person that grades the loo by products and categorizes them as to proper bins? Thanks!
Blatham - heehee - THAT I hear!
Bill W. No. It isn't. Atomic grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, with icicles dripping off it.
I personally think it is the category for technologically challenged guides - you know, like a "special" guide?
JUST KIDDING!
Sheesh - I am gonna get myself in hot bat guano...
Hee hee, Ms BillW is a specialist for multi-handicapped children, maybe I can have her bone up on "special" guide syndrom
Blatham,
An illuminating story about perception.
Debs,
Pardon ?
heehee - I SAID HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
