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Thursday, May 22. 2008
Intelligent people are a dime a dozen. Whenever I meet blogger people and academics I'm agog at how dull and lifeless they are. When people aren't all that bright or intellectual you can just take them as they come, but intelligence expressed as rationalism instead of as wisdom in action has little or nothing to say about whether anybody is a worthwhile person or not. It's become a kind of contra-indicator to me, actually.
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1. "blogger people"? Does that make this guy a "friend people"?
2. Consider the irony. Right below where he's saying "dull and lifeless" is a picture of a massive colorful floral extravaganza, the very antithesis of 'dull and lifeless'.
Oh, yeah I wondered what the 'blogger people' meant as well. Is that like 'pod people'?
Notice how much 'pod people' and 'ipod people' have in common:
All kinds of stuff passes as intelligence. What IS intelligence? The most commonly accepted definition is 'an ability to learn':
Because someone has 'an ability to learn' does that mean they can accurately convey what they have learned? Not necessarily. I myself have worked with educational institutions whose students and professors had an extraordinarily difficult time conveying what they had learned, and (partly as a result) often argued with each other about the meaning of the 'facts' they 'knew'. (Some engineering schools now insist on basic writing courses, which they used to ignore, because 'intelligent' students simply could not convey in words what they had 'learned'.)
What does this mean? It means it is possible to know something without understanding it. It is possible to know something without being able to practice it. This is why a rabbi can spend all his life studying the Torah, then go home and beat his wife each night. It goes a long way to explain why a high-tech space program run by those with 'the right stuff' can become undone by a rubber gasket.
The concept of 'intelligence' often gets confused with wisdom or knowledge. But 'intelligence' as it is often used today, means information. It may be 'good' (accurate) intelligence or 'bad' (inaccurate) intelligence. It's commonly said that 'Bush had bad intelligence about Iraq'. (Not making a statement about the war, just showing how the word is used.)
Then there's a question of putting intelligence to work. You may have an encyclopedic knowledge and a good handle on self-expression. But for whatever reason, you just can't be bothered to extend yourself. Your intelligence is deliberately reserved for cocktail parties and trivial tasks. Or you may have a soul-crushing job that makes poor use of your best talents. Either way, your intelligence is wasted.
Got a brother like that. Kick ass brain, zero motivation, besides gaming and scoring drugs.
I think a lot more of people who are seeking their own limits- pushing beyond their "lot". Immigrants are like this often. They might be ignorant of much, but bright eyes, good ears, eagerness, sincerity, and the will to do what is required make a person who will come closer to finding their own potential. Coming to the USA doesn't hurt in that effort.
There are lots of bodegas run by immigrants (mostly Indian) around here. I don't think the average Yuppie spends much time talking with them - it's grab some coffee and a paper, thanks, off to work. A couple who run a local newspaper stand on the main street often have their kids in the store.
It's a humble job, running a newsstand and dealing with the public. To the better-dressed, high-powered and considerably younger yuppies coming in and out of the store each day, they are pretty much faceless. Actually, though, they own the 4-story building they are in. Outright, in the town's prime business section. Meanwhile, the well-educated yuppies buying papers from them are working long hours in high-pressure jobs to keep up pricey but badly-made condos in lesser sections of town.
I asked them about a competing Indian newsstand up the street, which just went out of business, and how that would affect them. Oh yes, they said. We know those people well. They are from the next village back home. They are retiring. Their (friendly) competitors sold their newspaper business - and their building, which they also owned outright, for a multimillion dollar profit.
Tell me who's intelligent.
"Right below where he's saying "dull and lifeless" is a picture of a massive colorful floral extravaganza"
I thought that was the "Ford plant" mentioned next to the image. Talk about autos going green...
Good thoughts. I'd only add, and it follows one of your expressions, that the truly intelligent understand human nature and because of that are able to employ creativity and metaphor to pass on their intelligence. Another way to put that is to say an intelligent person is aware that not everyone learns the same way and effortlessly and with fine originality deals effectively with that. It is a kind of problem-solving, too, that comes naturally to them.
Don't sit there and act all like you didn't disappear for a few hours, QQQ, because you so TOTALLY did, plus I have witnesses. I'm not making any more comments here, because I have no way of knowing where this post has been or who it's been with.
All I know is: I'm typing now with Playtex Living Gloves.
I'm not sure what we're talking about?
I think I lost it at the opening with "agog" and then "contra-indicator"
Where are we? Who do we like and why? Please someone tell me.
Habu, go to this post:
You'll want to start reading around the third comment, ending a few comments after Howard Johnson and Mongol walk in. Then it should all be perfectly clear.
(I don't know HOW Jephnol does that editable post thing. He is a super-genius.)
Mr. Snitch, ..... dude. Do you realize what you just said? "super-genius". In reference to Jephnol.
Here it is: You said that on post where blogger people are dull and lifeless don't-you-know. Your stars are aligned because the S-G showed up in person right after you said that.
I'm typing with a stick.
"Do you realize what you just said? "super-genius". In reference to Jephnol."
Meta, you say that as if you're surprised. You know, among the subpar I am a giant.
No. I was in awe that Snitchly recognized your super genius on a thread that says we're idiots and don't count on our worth. It took some courage if you ask me. Then you showed up and everything went transcendental with auras. I really loved it and said 'ohm' twice.
It's not about the head.
Of course, Wile E. Coyote was also a super-genius. Just sayin'.
I'm so damn jealous...
But I'm working on figuring it out... and I will... :)
Let me know how that's going... :)
It may be a while :)... I don't have the software to do it I think.
Damn your Jedi mind tricks! Do you have any version of Photoshop, an FTP client and ISP complementary hosting. If you said yes to these three things we're in business.
HA - I knew I could get it out of you... :)
I figured those were the major pieces. And yes I have them, but the the version 5 (I think) Photoshop is at work. So, alas, it will have to wait a few days before I can load it at home. I'm not going to work to retrieve it... I'm enjoying my long weekend by doing absolutely nothing so far. Though I may experiment with other objects in the meantime. Thanks Jephnol... very clever of you to do that.
I'm only responding because I want to see how far to the right we can squeeze the comments thread before it implodes.
Why would you want to do that? (Your turn).
Why does a man climb a molehill? Because it's there.
Did you hear Lady Clairol is pregnant? Max factor
She kissed her hairbrush
She thought it was
her husband, Jake.
- Burma Shave
HA! And the page still it is intact. Your theory of a broken page is itself broken. A false hope I held close enough to... She kissed her hairbrush? What the heck?
so what SHOULD she kiss? YOUR hairbrush?
#184.108.40.206.220.127.116.11.18.104.22.168.22.214.171.124.126.96.36.199.188.8.131.52.1 buddy larsen on 2008-05-24 07:37 (Reply)
It depends on the "she".
#184.108.40.206.220.127.116.11.18.104.22.168.22.214.171.124.126.96.36.199.188.8.131.52.1.1 Jephnol (Link) on 2008-05-24 10:01 (Reply)
and the hairbrush.
#184.108.40.206.220.127.116.11.18.104.22.168.22.214.171.124.126.96.36.199.188.8.131.52.1.1.1 Mister Snitch (Link) on 2008-05-24 10:31 (Reply)
Well, if it's the she I'm thinking of she can kiss my @ss.
#184.108.40.206.220.127.116.11.18.104.22.168.22.214.171.124.126.96.36.199.188.8.131.52.184.108.40.206 Jephnol (Link) on 2008-05-24 12:45 (Reply)
hahaha---if the she you're thinking of is like the she that can kiss my ass too, then...uh...shit i lost my punch line
#220.127.116.11.18.104.22.168.22.214.171.124.126.96.36.199.188.8.131.52.184.108.40.206.220.127.116.11.1 buddy larsen on 2008-05-24 15:45 (Reply)
#18.104.22.168.22.214.171.124.126.96.36.199.188.8.131.52.184.108.40.206.220.127.116.11.18.104.22.168.1.1 Jephnol (Link) on 2008-05-24 17:23 (Reply)
Ahhh! The magic has returned to Maggie's—in a Twilight Zone kind of way.
Saying "It's about the head." and then signing "Meta mouth open in awe"
well, well, I'm swollen with pride for you.
You are a disgusting pig. The ref: "It's Not About the Head" was to Lance Armstrong's genius. Why it was not about Mister Snitch's head in that answer to Jephnol was that it was about Mister Snitch's courage: In other words, his heart.
It's too bad you've lost your ability to 'play'. Your current superiority complex has turned you into the most boring, snarling curmudgeon. And in this case, powerless to subdue your animus for me. Bring it on you very small little man.
meta sez, ''hey, don't you point that animus at me''
Do we know that was Habu? He usually signs his name, doesn't he? Also I think Habu might take 'You're a disgusting pig' as a woman's way of saying 'Hey, you're kind of hunky. Let's meet and have sex!'.
Of course I could be reading too much between the lines.
if she says it while blasting you with Mace, though, she probably means it
I dunno. For Habu, that constitutes foreplay.
No, we don't know for absolute certain.. that it was Habu, Snitch. But I'd bet my next born on it. And Habu might take it that way, as foreplay, but I can guarantee you that Meta doesn't. Witness her response. As would no self respecting woman. It was a disgusting remark. And the asshole who made it is a disgusting person. And really, your foreplay remark seems a trifle odd.
And why the hell should I think more valued, what Habu thinks versus Meta. F*** that. Rethink your premise Mr. Snitch.
I mean, a woman sprays mace on you, or another, as you say here... and you still somehow consider that as 'foreplay'. For any man who calls himself such... unbelievable.
ok ok, i take back the Mace remark. make it ''pepper spray''
Luther, I certainly don't want to offend you, or Meta. I sincerely apologize for having done so.
Here's the choice one has when dealing with people one does not know from a great remove. The first, most popular option is: Strive not to give offense at all times. In which case, no risks can be taken and no gray areas of meaning can be entered. One writes as few words as possible (saying nothing at all is best) and chooses them like a politician.
Or, one can attempt to establish a basis of one's own intent and then understand the limits of the prevailing culture. Then, work within those limits - either within a safe boundary or without a net.
Obviously I prefer the latter. Otherwise - why bother? I'll just post to my own blog, where I can say whatever I want anyway. Or to Dustbury, where I have regularly annoyed the proprietor for years.
Not so much here, but on my own blog, I have been striving to remove the filters we place on ourselves and find a raw honesty (at least, what I understand to be honesty). In doing that, I have found that I have had to remove quite a lot of PC baggage. And I was a guy who thought he was never terribly inhibited or PC.
There's something of a liberation and joy to be found in removing inhibitions in one's own expression, and sometimes magical things can happen. Steve Martin talked about this happening to him during his 70's stand-up acts that made him famous. He found the audiences wanted to follow him even after the shows, and one night took them all down to McDonald's and ordered one french fry. That does not happen in following a safe formula. This concept interests me. I notice that most chat room comments are pretty predictable, following patterns of social dynamics and driven, sadly, by some of our baser instincts. Rarely are they driven by, say, sheer intellectual curiosity or joy.
By contrast, this thread started out with an unremarkable post. I mean no offense to Bird Dog by that, I am simply saying that this post did not seem like something that would get this much traction, did it? But a lot of the fear and friction of posting, and thus exposing oneself, has been lifted here. One result was a lovely comment from Lesley, below.
Of course, I have no right to use Maggie for my Evil Experiments, but so far no one has stopped me. It remains to be seen how long my luck will hold out.
Now this is a much more serious conversation than I wanted to have in this thread, but I think it is needed under the circumstances of having riled you to the point you felt compelled to post 3 times consecutively without response. For which again, I apologize.
FWIW, I like Meta. I think everyone here does. I like her more the more I hear from her. If I thought she was under serious attack I'd speak up, along with probably everyone else. But there was just one off-tone comment and she took care of it. I thought to make light of the moment is all. Otherwise, those kinds of things tend to linger, and that exchange was counterproductive to all else going on in this post. That is to say: A serious and meaningful dissertation of Wile E. Coyote.
In the 'innocent until proven guilty' area: That offensive comment could have been written by anyone, and a society is judged by its willingness to defend the rights of the most offensive, not the most popular. I prefer not to accuse Habu unless he admits to ownership, and to take his word if he denies it. I'd also defend you if you were attacked without just cause. I'm not noble or courageous, I merely have poor herd instincts. (Sooner or later, a hyena will pick me off.)
So I hope there are no lingering bad feelings, and that you better understand my intent. Of course, if I find I'm doing damage in this forum - even if only a handful are offended - I will certainly keep my thoughts to myself.
Bird Dog asks, 'what is intelligence'? Intelligence is like strength: It means nothing unless it is placed at the service of a purpose.
Thank you very much Mister Snitch. What an honest and thoughtful response. And your apology is certainly accepted without hesitation by me. But it should be directed at Meta and not myself.
Unfortunately I have to leave in a few minutes and do not have time to properly respond to all of your thoughts just yet.
I will say for now though that I realized this morning that I may have taken your comments too seriously. But I felt last night that I needed to address what I perceived as a certain 'condoning' of another's particular actions. That was what raised my ire.
Meta, Habu and I, have been on the blog for well over a year now. Over that length of time one begins to 'know' a person's writing and style. As I said above... I doubt that Meta or I are mistaken in our assumptions as to the identity of that anonymous poster. Though of course that could be the case. Too, Habu is notorious for the use of innumerable 'nic's' in the guise of his various personalities.
In addition there is a good deal of history of which you are unaware. So what might appear to you to be limited to a couple of comments on a particular thread really is an ongoing conversation over the course of months. At times that conversation erupts with vengeance and revenge.
I must leave now. But please, do not let me sour you on the comments here. I am generally a civil person... with lapses when I perceive injustice or lack of respect.
I'm very glad that you have chosen to become a regular commenter here. Your intelligence, wit and 'different' perspective is most welcomed and appreciated by me.
Dear Bird Dog,
I've always imagined bloggers, at least my favorites, to be the most charming, witty, bright, and engaging people of my "acquaintance."
Same with some of the commenters one reads regularly. I think to myself, "oh, I wish I could meet so and so."
Because I am a regular reader of blogs, bloggers and commenters have become a circle of my "friends" even though they don't realize it. I could easily create a list of 100 people that fall into that catagory.
Funny how the internets work.
We have shamefully usurped this post and taken it to a place that has absolutely nothing to do with Bird Dog's original and sincere intent.
I'm proud of this group.
''It means nothing unless it is placed at the service of a purpose''
Forrest Gump said the same thing, from a differnt angle: ''stupid is as stupid does''. And who wazzit -- Machiavelli? -- who said ''power unused is not power'' -- IOW, these traits exist in the outside-world (the world not inside one's head) only in their expression.
Only at Maggie's will you here reference made to Forrest Gump and Machiavelli in the same breath. Wonderful!
Buddy, you said: "...these traits exist in the outside-world (the world not inside one's head) only in their expression."
They exist as degrees of unexpressed potential in the world as well.
good point -- like potential vs kinetic energy -- or chemical vs kinetic -- there, awaiting a push or some fire --