The other day, while my computer was updating itself, I had a moment to ponder what I do every morning. I write an essay question on some obscure topic. I compare and contrast something. I may even just take a thought and develop a thesis.
Like, say, what is it that cats and tats have in common?
Almost no one can stop at one. You almost never see a person with just one cat. And you almost never see a person with just one tattoo.
I reflected on this the other day when my good friend said he was going to get a second cat. “Cat two,” he said.
“Tattoo,” I said. Cat Two, Tattoo, and the lame idea was born.
I also wondered the other day, as someone whipped out his digital camera and said he was going to shoot some footage of a local parade, if it’s all digital electrons, is it still footage?
It’s like when we make an MP3 of something and we say we tape it. Footage? Tape? I got to go dial my phone and tell my friends.
So anyhow, I write little essays about such things for fun. And I do something else to pass the time from time to time. I do crossword puzzles. Crossword puzzles seem like puzzles, but they’re really tests. Every time you sit down to do a crossword puzzle, you’re doing the equivalent of a mini-SAT, a general knowledge test.
Hmm.
You see where my reflections are going. Somehow or another, what I’ve started to do for fun in my life, writing and crosswording, are the two things I used to hate most in school.
Essay problems and Tests.
Getting old is weirder than I thought.
America, ya gotta love it.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
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