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Another Game

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I have a colleague who is rude to me.  So we are playing a game.  She doesn’t know about the game.  Only I know about it.  I’m winning.

Every time I say something nice to her (e.g. “How was your day?”) and she responds in one syllable or less, I get a point.  If she responds in more than one syllable but is unkind, I get half a point.  If she doesn’t even move her head slightly to acknowledge my existence, I get two points.

If I am rude back to her, I lose a point.  Also, my questions can’t be overly nice, or saccharin.  They must be natural.  It is a complicated game with some complex rules.

I have won 6.5 points in the last 72 hours.  In the next two work days, I have multiple meetings with her, so I expect my points to increase.

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Written by ilchwl

24 February 2011 at 12:04 pm

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Semantic Satiation

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I play this game every day.  It’s easy, like this:

Sustainability.

Sustainability.

Sustainability, sustainability, sustainability.
……Sussss.
…………Stainnnn.
……………….Aaaaaaaa.
……………………Bbbiiiiillllllllllllll.

Written by ilchwl

22 February 2011 at 3:28 pm

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Salon

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Wednesday night was a “Salon” night.  A Salon night is when a dozen or so people gather in one person’s home behind the manicured lawns in the gated communities, and drink wine, munch snacks, chat, and then go sit in the living room, slipping off their shoes and curling their legs up beneath them on the couch, to listen to a lecturer click through a PowerPoint about something like mass graves.  In the country where I live there are apparently a lot of mass graves — whole villages.  Experts find new ones periodically.  They can even find them on Google Earth.

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19 February 2011 at 7:24 am

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French Class

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In French class last night we practiced passé compose and imperfect tenses. We talked about sometime in the past when something sudden and historic happened (passé compose), and we talked about our own status and situation at the time (imperfect). My classmates talked about the 2003 invasion of their country by mine. I talked about the 2001 attack on my country that indirectly led to my country blowing up the capital of theirs. We did this all through the veil of a third common language, French, and through the snags of poor grammar. It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable. I had volunteered at bit for the cleanup of Ground Zero, which was full of grieving families and the dust of crashed buildings and crushed bones. We didn’t talk about politics; we talked about war and then we talked about fear of death, which is a common experience.

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16 February 2011 at 8:50 am

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