Something new at the lab yesterday. They play music and I rate it using a dial device, like those things they use to pre-test political ads ("See there in frame 00:15:18 where his eyebrow droops? That's where you lose the audience"...and so everything becomes a step faster, a bit more superficial, a little more reflexive, manipulative, visual and lot less thoughtful, respectful and rational. It's like intelligent design in the service of stupidity. We're exerting evolutionary pressure upon ourselves to be even more gnat-brained than we already are. But hey, knock yourselves out. What do I care? I'm not on that team anymore. I just wish they'd play less of that stupid body music.)
This was the first thing I've said about the lab that Timo seemed interested in. He generally ignores my lab reports because he's decided that drugs/science can't possibly be the right answer. He's like a Buddhist Nancy Reagan. Just Say No mind. But he sparked to this. He wanted to know what they were playing, how I responded, how they reacted. When I suggested that his sudden interest might mean he's losing his grip on unreality, he...smiled (which he really shouldn't do. The visible, animatronic effort it takes him to remember when and how to do it severely undermines the intended effect) and said, "Let's play a game."
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