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I feel that I should be heard loud and clear
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears
Oof, that was the commute from hell. After I ran into Kinko's to photocopy a few pages for Jodi and then dropped her off on campus, I hit the worst ordinary traffic I've seen. (There's been worse, but it's involved Gator football home games and other major disasters.) From the time I got to the interstate until about 150 feet from the door, I spent more time stopping than going.
Oh, and before that, I had a dream about how easily people can be motivated to do evil.
This morning I dreamed I was in a theme park that kidnapped some of its guests, including me. I was told to have a seat and make myself comfortable, and they would begin maiming me soon enough.
But there was no maiming. Instead, there was paperwork to do. Fraudulent checks to fill out, fraudulent letters to sign, so that the company could scam people out of their money.
We were working as a team, and while we would be punished for the speed of our slowest team member, we would be rewarded for the speed of our fastest team member. Everyone was trying to finish their stack of bogus checks first.
I noticed that some of the names were obviously misspelled (James Smiht, for example). So I started correcting them, and on a break, I asked, "Hey, you guys don't mind if I fix some obvious errors, do you?" No, they said, it was very good that I noticed and fixed the problems.
In other words, I was motivated to enhance evil by a nominal fear of punishment, nominal hope of reward, but mainly to be recognized for having a working brain.
I think this would work on a lot of people.
The local gas supply seems to be stabilizing. Stations advertising gas for $2.99 actually *have* gas to sell. They're rare, but nobody seems to be out of gas around here. So I guess Tampa doesn't have any noteworthy problems now. That makes us awfully lucky, at least until a storm hits us...
The wars you bring, the babes you drown
Those lost at sea and never found...
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears
Oof, that was the commute from hell. After I ran into Kinko's to photocopy a few pages for Jodi and then dropped her off on campus, I hit the worst ordinary traffic I've seen. (There's been worse, but it's involved Gator football home games and other major disasters.) From the time I got to the interstate until about 150 feet from the door, I spent more time stopping than going.
Oh, and before that, I had a dream about how easily people can be motivated to do evil.
This morning I dreamed I was in a theme park that kidnapped some of its guests, including me. I was told to have a seat and make myself comfortable, and they would begin maiming me soon enough.
But there was no maiming. Instead, there was paperwork to do. Fraudulent checks to fill out, fraudulent letters to sign, so that the company could scam people out of their money.
We were working as a team, and while we would be punished for the speed of our slowest team member, we would be rewarded for the speed of our fastest team member. Everyone was trying to finish their stack of bogus checks first.
I noticed that some of the names were obviously misspelled (James Smiht, for example). So I started correcting them, and on a break, I asked, "Hey, you guys don't mind if I fix some obvious errors, do you?" No, they said, it was very good that I noticed and fixed the problems.
In other words, I was motivated to enhance evil by a nominal fear of punishment, nominal hope of reward, but mainly to be recognized for having a working brain.
I think this would work on a lot of people.
The local gas supply seems to be stabilizing. Stations advertising gas for $2.99 actually *have* gas to sell. They're rare, but nobody seems to be out of gas around here. So I guess Tampa doesn't have any noteworthy problems now. That makes us awfully lucky, at least until a storm hits us...
The wars you bring, the babes you drown
Those lost at sea and never found...