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I think the most liberating thing that has happened to me in the past week has been the accusation of being "dense as shit".
A brief explanation.
In a very vague way it reminds me of "Falsification Theory" where scientists will suggest way that their existing theories could be falsified. I am constantly surrounded by adoring relatives that have regarded me as a genius just because I have a slight glimmer of ambition and a love of reading. Granted they'd probably regard me the same way if I couldn't spell my name. The phrase "You're so smart!" has been repeated so many times it's almost a maxim. As I was in conversation with this anonymous stranger I realized that I have been reading for all of my life, but I almost never READ. For the most part it's on the superficial plot level alone, making the whole process almost meaningless. I might as well have a bookshelf of Cliff Notes. This has all set-up a trap. After ages of bemoaning the pretentious poetry of ee cummings, I have found myself in a position of greater pretentious behavior. Look up the word if you doubt me.
New project. Re-read every book I've ever read. Well, not Pilgram At Tinker Creek or Their Eyes Were Watching God, thank you very much.
Also: Linguistics is intense.
A brief explanation.
In a very vague way it reminds me of "Falsification Theory" where scientists will suggest way that their existing theories could be falsified. I am constantly surrounded by adoring relatives that have regarded me as a genius just because I have a slight glimmer of ambition and a love of reading. Granted they'd probably regard me the same way if I couldn't spell my name. The phrase "You're so smart!" has been repeated so many times it's almost a maxim. As I was in conversation with this anonymous stranger I realized that I have been reading for all of my life, but I almost never READ. For the most part it's on the superficial plot level alone, making the whole process almost meaningless. I might as well have a bookshelf of Cliff Notes. This has all set-up a trap. After ages of bemoaning the pretentious poetry of ee cummings, I have found myself in a position of greater pretentious behavior. Look up the word if you doubt me.
New project. Re-read every book I've ever read. Well, not Pilgram At Tinker Creek or Their Eyes Were Watching God, thank you very much.
Also: Linguistics is intense.