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Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Communication Theory (Ramble On)
In theory, perfect communication can only be established without the intervention of a medium. Which means the ideal way to transmit information would be through telepathy – straight from one mind to an other, free of distortion. Anything that needs a medium (speech, writing, signal, etc.) is subject to what communication theorists call ‘noise’.
In plain English: no one ever truly understands what you really mean.
This is mainly caused by what is known as different ‘fields of experience’ (certain words in a given context can have several meanings depending on the individual and how that word relates to that individual’s existence.) So just imagine how complicated an entire conversation really is.
The best example I can think of at the moment is poetry. Take a poem and have someone read it, then have him explain to you what he got out of it. Chances are it’s something completely different than what you deducted. Why? Because you have individual triggers. Different things catch your attention.
It gets really good when even you yourself can’t figure out what you are trying to say and instead of weighing out your thoughts properly, you spew out incoherent blather in spite of yourself. That’s the thing about words – once they leave the confines of your mouth (or are no longer a mere draft), there’s no sucking them back in. Perhaps for some, turning one’s tongue seven times in the mouth before speaking might not be enough.
In plain English: no one ever truly understands what you really mean.
This is mainly caused by what is known as different ‘fields of experience’ (certain words in a given context can have several meanings depending on the individual and how that word relates to that individual’s existence.) So just imagine how complicated an entire conversation really is.
The best example I can think of at the moment is poetry. Take a poem and have someone read it, then have him explain to you what he got out of it. Chances are it’s something completely different than what you deducted. Why? Because you have individual triggers. Different things catch your attention.
It gets really good when even you yourself can’t figure out what you are trying to say and instead of weighing out your thoughts properly, you spew out incoherent blather in spite of yourself. That’s the thing about words – once they leave the confines of your mouth (or are no longer a mere draft), there’s no sucking them back in. Perhaps for some, turning one’s tongue seven times in the mouth before speaking might not be enough.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
“I Killed my Boyfriend”
Allow me to elaborate: the other night in a plight to distract my reeling mind, I fell upon Lady Gaga’s “Paparazzi” music video. Did anyone ever pay attention to the lyrics? Of course not, so let me just highlight a few lines that struck me: “I’m your biggest fan I’ll follow you until you love me”, “promise I’ll be kind, but I won’t stop until that boy is mine” and last but not least “chase you down until you love me”.
Now here’s a question for all you gentlemen out there… Do you find this unsettling? Well I’ve got news for you - this is actually quite common female behavior. It just so happens that Lady Gaga apparently has no inhibitions and isn’t ashamed of acknowledging the female gene that I shall coin the “stalker-gene”. This phenomenon has gotten all the more effortless with the advent of the Internet and more specifically of course, Facebook. Women no longer have to resort to hiring detectives to discover the on goings of their love interests.
I would also like to point out that in the video Miss Gaga calls the police and says to the operator “I killed my boyfriend” after having poisoned the said boyfriend. Coming from a pop star idolized by many young girls, it seems as though we will have to deal with an influx of “man eaters” in the near future. Unsettlingly enough this term appears to be increasingly literal. My advice to you: sleep with one eye open.
Now here’s a question for all you gentlemen out there… Do you find this unsettling? Well I’ve got news for you - this is actually quite common female behavior. It just so happens that Lady Gaga apparently has no inhibitions and isn’t ashamed of acknowledging the female gene that I shall coin the “stalker-gene”. This phenomenon has gotten all the more effortless with the advent of the Internet and more specifically of course, Facebook. Women no longer have to resort to hiring detectives to discover the on goings of their love interests.
I would also like to point out that in the video Miss Gaga calls the police and says to the operator “I killed my boyfriend” after having poisoned the said boyfriend. Coming from a pop star idolized by many young girls, it seems as though we will have to deal with an influx of “man eaters” in the near future. Unsettlingly enough this term appears to be increasingly literal. My advice to you: sleep with one eye open.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Very Interesting Indeed
I have been doing a little research on nutrition due to the current lack of it in my life as of lately. To be more specific, I have been researching time efficient ways to ingest proper nutrients, protein, vitamins, etc., because time is something that never seems to work in my favor. Therefore aside from the regular supplements available at your local drugstore, sperm is supposed to contain all of the above. Way to kill two birds with one stone – now that’s what I call good time management!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Did you Know…
Apparently today, March 12th, is Saint Patrick Swayze Day (and my new favorite holiday ).

Well… according to the O'Regan's pub.
We didn’t get to hear “She’s Like the Wind”, but it was nonetheless a truly great night.
OK to be honest, we only realized it was Saint Patrick Swayze Day when we left the pub and noticed this sign outside. We laughed pretty much all the way home. Thank you Gen, I love you, you are my Prozac.

Well… according to the O'Regan's pub.
We didn’t get to hear “She’s Like the Wind”, but it was nonetheless a truly great night.
OK to be honest, we only realized it was Saint Patrick Swayze Day when we left the pub and noticed this sign outside. We laughed pretty much all the way home. Thank you Gen, I love you, you are my Prozac.
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