Quick little men
This is one of the more random things I will post in my blog ever. But, it amused me so much on my way into work this morning that I was laughing to myself out loud in my car.
My advisor, Neil, talks at an alarming pace. He really does. For the first few weeks I knew him and worked with him I'd leave his office with my head spinning trying to remember anything he'd said. I learned later to smile, nod, but not respond as that took cognitive capacity I couldn't spare, and just process later. He talks so fast that sometimes I wonder how he pulls it off. And when does he breathe?? At any rate, on my way in this morning I started thinking about how he possibly speaks that quickly and suddenly, completely randomly, I started thinking ... what if there was a little bitty man inside Neil's head. And this little bitty man set up this press and put in the letters and turned this little spool and the words came out? The very vision of this little man running around grabbing letters to set up an old school printing press cracked me up. Or what if there's a typewriter style apparatus and this little man has to type out text? Or better yet, a whole TEAM of little men each standing on his own key with a maestro conducting and controlling which letters should be typed in. Poor little men. At the rate Neil speaks, they're probably all tired. Poor poor little men.
My advisor, Neil, talks at an alarming pace. He really does. For the first few weeks I knew him and worked with him I'd leave his office with my head spinning trying to remember anything he'd said. I learned later to smile, nod, but not respond as that took cognitive capacity I couldn't spare, and just process later. He talks so fast that sometimes I wonder how he pulls it off. And when does he breathe?? At any rate, on my way in this morning I started thinking about how he possibly speaks that quickly and suddenly, completely randomly, I started thinking ... what if there was a little bitty man inside Neil's head. And this little bitty man set up this press and put in the letters and turned this little spool and the words came out? The very vision of this little man running around grabbing letters to set up an old school printing press cracked me up. Or what if there's a typewriter style apparatus and this little man has to type out text? Or better yet, a whole TEAM of little men each standing on his own key with a maestro conducting and controlling which letters should be typed in. Poor little men. At the rate Neil speaks, they're probably all tired. Poor poor little men.