I ask myself many questions. Questions are like rabbits. They beget themselves at a rate one can barely keep up with. If I pelleted you with every question raising its amusing head in my overloaded mind you’d never visit this blog again. My loss, your gain.
What was the question? Forgotten. That’s how ephemeral, how expendable my questions are.
Will get back to you.
U
I often think my best questions and observations are lost to the ravages of my middle aged brain fog. Yikes!
Comment by writingfeemail — April 20, 2012 @ 10:43 |
Renee, yes, a lot of people talk about the brain fog of middle age. Since I tend to go against the trend, and sometimes unfortunately so, as the years march on my fog is lifting. Quite extraordinary (and sometimes a little frightening too): Where once there were daisy chains now I am walking a meadow. But then I am a late developer. I hope I won’t explode with it all. It would be messy.
Absentmindedly yours,
U
Comment by bitchontheblog — April 21, 2012 @ 02:51 |
Fibonnacci…….. http://www.maths.surrey.ac.uk/hosted-sites/R.Knott/Fibonacci/fibnat.html#Rabbits …..
Why do they call it a grasshopper mind when questions and ideas breed like rabbits? Might as well call it a frog mind.
On the topic of sunflowers…..
Comment by David(mills) — April 20, 2012 @ 10:51 |
‘Fibonacci’? Sounds deliciously Italian.
Now that you have flooded me, like any good teacher does, I shall go and pick the raisins out of your Fibonacci pie and, by way of light relief, plant a sunflower seed, or two.
U
Comment by bitchontheblog — April 21, 2012 @ 03:08 |
Sunflowers…of course…thanks for reminding me.
Comment by David (magpie) — April 21, 2012 @ 11:17 |
Relax U – talking to yourself at least assures (mostly) intelligent conversation….
Comment by cmccon1 — April 20, 2012 @ 15:19 |
Shackman, good to see you. I am never more relaxed than when talking to myself. Unlike conversations with others I and I never misunderstand each other. I and I know exactly what we are saying, what we mean. As communications go: Bliss. Until I get annoyed with myself.
Anyway, someone has to talk to me. And if you want a job done well do it yourself. Yes, I do do my own dirty work.
U
Comment by bitchontheblog — April 21, 2012 @ 02:59 |
Exactly. As I told a colleague who commented on my habit of taling to myself, “I am the only person in this staffroom with a high enough I.Q. to understand me.” Having, e few days earlier been boasting of her score during one of those TV programmes that measure the IQs of the population (as I recall she scored 136) she then asked me what my IQ was. I told her. She laughed nervously and walked away.
Comment by David (magpie) — April 21, 2012 @ 11:16 |
Magpie, I have enough tact not to ask you what your IQ is. Private information.
Two men in my life made a lasting impressing on me on that front: There was no need for my father to tell me his. I know when I see an intelligent man..I don’t need a figure Not that he boasted or anything. He just happened to mention it. Like one mentions those fibonaccis of yours, by way of conversation. So, yes, that was most reassuring as to my genetic inheritance.
The second, my son, was a little less reassuring as to HIS genetic inheritance though, admittedly and thank God, a lot of genes appear to jump a generation. So, no doubt, he is in his grandfather’s league. Yes, the Angel took advantage of me, in the middle of the night, at a moment when I was tired and probably had had three too many and tested my IQ. I am glad he didn’t disown me because, basically, his mother is an idiot.
U
Comment by bitchontheblog — April 21, 2012 @ 11:39 |
I know what you mean. I’m always questioning where names of things came from or where phrases came from. Example: in a missing persons case, a family member or friend will be interviewed and invariably say, “I don’t know, I just saw her/him yesterday and now, I can’t believe s/he has turned up missing.” If the person is still missing, then they haven’t turned up, right? I try not to let these things keep me awake at night…
Comment by Lorna's Voice — April 21, 2012 @ 21:40 |