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10.15.03

inside joke

I'm writing a lesson for my Intro to Nonfiction students right now. We're talking about ways to write about Place. One of the ways to do this is to pay attention to how your senses react to a given place.

So I was trying to name the five senses for them. There's taste, touch, vision and smell. And for the longest time, I couldn't remember the fifth one. Finally had to Google for it.

It's hearing.

Of course.

Totally cracked me up.

Comments

What'd ya say? What's that? Speak up!

That's totally hysterical.

I’d never be at a loss on this one, as I’d just sing the chorus from XTC’s “Senses Working Overtime”:

And all the world is football-shaped
It’s just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste,
And I’ve got one two three four five
Senses working overtime. . . .

You know, when I read that, I must have written five one or two-liners and erased them. I just wasn't sure whether or not to admit how guilty I felt over laughing over it! But you yourself admitted the joke of it, so I figured it was OK but still, I wasn't brave enough to muster up any more than "that's hysterical" or whatever I said.

Btw, I really love the barthes post quote above and your entry after but it's taken me days to absorb (in my smidgeons of space) what's there and so I can't post to it still. But I know it's a brilliant read on the reader and that jpg was a classic dab to that entry.

oops, sorry for the typos...