tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14840542.post115014892955190596..comments2023-06-17T06:46:48.762-07:00Comments on The Odds Are One: BlinkTransient Gadflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313323030838183737noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14840542.post-1150182946907855922006-06-13T00:15:00.000-07:002006-06-13T00:15:00.000-07:00What a fun post. This reminds me of a high school ...What a fun post. <BR/><BR/>This reminds me of a high school psychology class. The class was divided into groups; I was in a group with [my now-partner; then odd friend] Matt and others, and we were given a scenario wherein a ping-pong ball was in a deep hole and we had to devise a way to get it out with only a useless set of tools: a short string, a pair of scissors, etc. The only solution was to pee in the hole, which I came up with. However, once this came out in our discussion, Matt happened to be the one to share the solution with the class. Multiple people were impressed and communicated that it was very clever of him to have thought it up. He immediately forgot that he hadn't thought it up, and smiled and thanked his admirers. Shortly after, I whispered something to the effect of "hey...wasn't I the one who said to pee in the hole?" which we had a quiet laugh over.<BR/><BR/>To this day, whenever I'm confronted with a daunting conundrum, I feel the need to piss. <BR/><BR/>Anyway, this makes me think of family anecdotes, which are often lies. Usually, it isn't the truth that's important, but the narrative that endures. And endurance can be judged on many levels. Sometimes a story just sounds good, or is memorable, or is simply the most embarassing version, and therefore it is the one that wins out as truth.Danhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04448647157972462097noreply@blogger.com