Apr 06, 2010 21:48
I headed out tonight to the local bookstore for a lecture on death and burial rituals, one of my favourite topics. It was interesting, but I would have enjoyed it more with a better speaker. The lecturer is a prof at UNBC, and I am so glad that I will never have to sit through one of his courses, because I could not listen to that for an entire semester. In addition to talking very quickly, he intersperse "in a sense" and "I guess" thoughout every. single. sentence. He said "in a sense" at least 250 times, with "I guess" being said probably twice as frequently. It was maddening.
Towards the end of the lecture, some old guy talking about near-death experiences and ghostly visitations. Dude, the lecture is about burial rituals, not the nature of death. That issue has been debated for millenia, do you really think you're going to settle it in the next 10 minutes? And how is the good professor supposed to know what the culture of dying will be like in thirty years? Does he have a time machine? He rambled on for so long (But what about the nature of the soul?) that I think the end of the talk had to be cut off, because time was up. Fnarr.
Still, a reasonably good night out. On Thursday, I'm going to the opening of an exhibit of Rocket Richard at the Exploration Place. A buzz with semi-social activity, I am.