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Just call me "Clueless Jo"...
Feb. 1st, 2006 08:19 amFlashback to Monday afternoon: I get a message offering me a space in this week's Sunday Night Improv show (I'm part of a large rotating cast). I say yes. I'm happy they asked me back. Workday continues in somewhat hectic fashion, I return home too tired to promote myself (email).
Tuesday: Patient watching AM television. Super Bowl is mentioned. Critical neural connection has finally been made..."AAAAAUuuuuuuuggghhhhh#@%^!$#^#%!&!!!!"
As I scramble through my address book looking for the THREE people who don't watch TV on Super Bowl Sunday (the people I know who don't watch the game often watch the commercials--I do myself), I realize the degree to which I am a creature of my environment. When I took care of a male patient, I picked up certain background information with very little effort. Like the date of the Super Bowl. And names of players. Like the guy who used to skate for the Flyers and came to the Rangers whom I first saw getting into an ugly fight on the ice and whose name I can't remember now. Now I have a female patient. The sports data has all been dumped to make room for Which Stores Have The Best Prices On Which Items. And How To Keep A Kosher Kitchen (LOTS of room needed for that one...) Sometimes I miss knowing those things, sometimes I don't.
********TANGENTIAL RANT ALERT**********
Years ago I tried to explain this to a counselor, in the context of trying to learn something on my own without my late lamented teacher. With a knowing smile, this counselor said, "That means you didn't REALLY like the subject, you just liked the teacher." I was deeply offended but didn't say so. That's like saying "you don't REALLY like sex, you just like your husband." (!!) There's a school of thought that teaches the importance of "not depending on others". This is, IMHO, crap. From the day we are surprised by entering this world until the day we are surprised by having to leave it, we are all dancing with each other. Sooner or later, without an audience, there is no performance. Without readers, there's no reason for books. (OR LJ's 8)
**********END TANGENTIAL RANT***********
So today, I'll be promoting my efforts as best I know how.
Tuesday: Patient watching AM television. Super Bowl is mentioned. Critical neural connection has finally been made..."AAAAAUuuuuuuuggghhhhh#@%^!$#^#%!&!!!!"
As I scramble through my address book looking for the THREE people who don't watch TV on Super Bowl Sunday (the people I know who don't watch the game often watch the commercials--I do myself), I realize the degree to which I am a creature of my environment. When I took care of a male patient, I picked up certain background information with very little effort. Like the date of the Super Bowl. And names of players. Like the guy who used to skate for the Flyers and came to the Rangers whom I first saw getting into an ugly fight on the ice and whose name I can't remember now. Now I have a female patient. The sports data has all been dumped to make room for Which Stores Have The Best Prices On Which Items. And How To Keep A Kosher Kitchen (LOTS of room needed for that one...) Sometimes I miss knowing those things, sometimes I don't.
********TANGENTIAL RANT ALERT**********
Years ago I tried to explain this to a counselor, in the context of trying to learn something on my own without my late lamented teacher. With a knowing smile, this counselor said, "That means you didn't REALLY like the subject, you just liked the teacher." I was deeply offended but didn't say so. That's like saying "you don't REALLY like sex, you just like your husband." (!!) There's a school of thought that teaches the importance of "not depending on others". This is, IMHO, crap. From the day we are surprised by entering this world until the day we are surprised by having to leave it, we are all dancing with each other. Sooner or later, without an audience, there is no performance. Without readers, there's no reason for books. (OR LJ's 8)
**********END TANGENTIAL RANT***********
So today, I'll be promoting my efforts as best I know how.
