Huzzah! Another week out survived and back to gym this morning. And happily absent of the usual density of educationalists, even the regulars who come when shule is desessioned. So the only mar in the effort was the presence of a single, vaguely threatening educationalist with hand weights straddling the indoor track. Still enough to evoke a bit of extra pulse so that it took me longer to reach the desired antecedent pace. But at least I could reach it. When the educationalist weight bouncers – the ones who are loud and criminal in the speed they drive their vehicles – are present that regression is often impossible so dense is the aura of harassment.
The podcast episode today was one of the CBC’s “Best of Ideas”, this one dealing with imagination. Overall it was a rather dragging piece since almost all of the creativity was idealized as coming from the “artistic”, mostly theater people. Since my taste for theater is more along the lines of Bullwinkle and Wile Coyote, modern theater almost always leaves me somewhere between underwhelmed and retching. One of the longest decades of my life was an evening a college girlfriend subjected me to an Ionesco play. All I can recall today is its resemblance to a sinus headache.
Not that I can say much of anything good about today’s television or movies. John Carter was a travesty of the novel, for which I rationalize the movie’s failure, and the comedy Big Bang Theory that is a travesty of physics and physicists. Although it does have its good moments, but they are not as endurable in repetition as the humor of the Moose and Coyote. Also, I can rationalize that if they portrayed physics and physicists accurately there would be no audience – humor lies in exaggeration and insult, no matter what the social engineering liberals may bemoan.
On which note of human nature, I did find something useful in the discussion in the podcast. The tiny nuggets of pony, as it were. The point was made, with altogether too much attention paid that poetic whack Blake, that we all see reality differently, couched in the context of what we know and even if uneducated have years of sensory knowledge to shape us. Still, I was disappointed in their skirting of the individuality, and non-communicability. of knowledge. To the thinking nerd, individuality is the norm, collectivity is the strange.
But what struck me in this is another dimension of the difference between bog and nerd. The metaphor of this is imagining some process. The example given was a human planning the route to execute a task/chore list. I recognized this immediately since FD SCP and I have to discuss this every time we sally forth to run errands.
This is also an amazing complete characterization of the reality of bogs. Much of that reality is defined by what they do and have to do with being done to them entering only rarely and usually via other people. And that is their view of the structure of reality, somewhat akin to seeing the surfaces in the room around one without seeing what lies below and behind, at greater and lower levels.
It is not that nerds do not see this level, although they do usually see it less well or vividly than bogs, but that they see other levels as well. In a sense, it is akin to being color blind although that is a very strained metaphor. Bogs see their reality of human interactions almost exclusively while nerds also see some aspect of what is there when the humans are subtracted.
Selah. Enough pandering.