Friday, 4 November 2011
Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiraling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies
i suppose i have had a good many compliments in my lifetime. one reason would be that it's getting to be a long lifetime, others would be my great wit and total hotness. unfortunately nobody notices my exellent spelling.
seriously though, Peter Regenzani / Peter Reghenzani, my memory isn't good enough to spell your name but if you ever google yourself and find me please say hello because your assertion that i could converse on almost anything tickled me pink.
i was only about twenty at the time and truth be told i had and have gaping holes in my conversation; pop culture often escapes me, especially sci fi and music, i know nothing of history (but then who chats about history?) and politics are scary.
yeah so anyhow, i liked that and peter (peter as mentioned above) liked that i knew how to eat spaghetti properly. he also told me that no true italian eats it properly so in reality i didnt know the right and proper way but all of that is semantics...
in my family it's pretty much expected that one will converse on a broad range of topics and some branches of the family also operate on the maxim "if you dont know, make it up"
in recent times i have started to wonder why we are like that, none of us is particularly well educated, i mean we do pretty well but we're not the intelligentsia. and probably more to the point, why is it that other people dont seem to want to discuss all kinds of random topics for no real reason? well, bloggers do so maybe i'm asking the wrong people.
i like it, i like that we each bring our specific interests to the table and toss them about. i like that if someone says something illogical/ thoughtless/ plain dumb somebody will jump on it, i like the expectation of rigour (now wait for someone to point out the tautology)
i like that we could spend ten minutes getting sidetracked by funny tautologies we have heard ...
and on it goes.
thinking about all this has had me considering where i come from. how did we get to be here? and i'm thinking i might just muse aloud here on what i know of my grandparents. i dont have a plan, we'll just have a cerebral wander over the next little while.......
i'm sure something will interest someone, even if i have to open my own blog ten times a day to get hits on my counter