Archive for January 14th, 2007

14
Jan
07

Thank you everyone

Just a quickie here. I have to say I’m somewhat bowled over by some of the comments that people have been kind enough to leave on my poetry. I try to make every post a little worthwhile, but I confess I take special pride in the poetry.

The funny thing is that while I was rather prolific in college, I hadn’t written a poem in over twenty years. I thought this part of me was dead. Now I realize that it was only sleeping. I’m glad it’s still there.

It’s nice to know that there’s still a little zip in the ol’ fastball. For this I have to thank the man who bears an astonishing resemblance to the Muppets’ Swedish Chef.

Thanks, Murph.

-Smith

14
Jan
07

And we expect countries to get along?

I had an interesting experience the other day here in the blogosphere. What made it interesting in retrospect was that it demonstrated to me the extent to which people can think they’re communicating when in fact they’re completely talking past each other.

Recently an acquaintance of mine has started reading my blog. This reader shall, of course, remain anonymous, except to say that she is someone I have known very well for a long time, and who has always encouraged my writing.

Anyway, she started leaving comments on some of my posts. This, in itself, was a minor miracle, since by her own admission she is just about the most computer illiterate person in the western hemisphere. But somehow she figured out how to navigate the WordPress software and began leaving comments that were effusive in their praise, to say the least.

Now I enjoy reading complimentary comments as much as anyone, but as this person happens to be an acquaintance of mine (which came through loud and clear in her comments), I felt a bit of restraint was called for here.

Here’s where it gets interesting. When I called her, she at first couldn’t understand why I had any objections to her comments. I, for my part, couldn’t understand why she was getting upset at my request. The conversation went on in this unproductive manner for about five minutes, until I suddenly realized that she was unaware that her comments were publicly viewable. She really had thought that her comments would be for my eyes only, and worded them as such.

So for five full minutes we were talking past each other, not to each other. We thought we were communicating, and we weren’t. Once she realized that everyone in the free world could read her comments, she immediately saw my point.

This is a classic example of something I have learned in life: never take it for granted that you are being understood, nor, for that matter, that you are understanding the other person. This was, of course, a tiny, tiny issue in the grand scheme of things, and yet it might have led to lingering bad feelings.

It makes me wonder how many times in the course of human history has a lack of communication led to tragic consequences. We think we’re communicating. We think we understand and are being understood, only to find out later we were wrong.

Robert Heinlein once wrote (as near as I can recall), “Your enemy is never evil in his own eyes. Realizing this may help you find a way to make him your friend.” Whether we’re talking about international relations or neighborhood relations, it might be a better world if everyone believed this.

–Smith




taking up a glowing cinder with the tongs and lighting with it the long cherry-wood pipe which was wont to replace his clay when he was in a disputatious rather than a meditative mood" ~ Dr. John H. Watson ************************
visitor stats
Click to see full version by whos.amung.us
Click here if you want to learn the truth about second hand smoke
A Boston University Physician exposes the fallacies of the anti-smoking movement.

My Guests

  • 226,931 visitors
Murder of Ravens' RSS feed
Everything you want to know about the movies of today and yesterday. One of my favorite websites. If you love classical music, you have to visit this site.
January 2007
S M T W T F S
« Dec   Feb »
 123456
78910111213
14151617181920
21222324252627
28293031  

Thoughts from the Past

Creating Order from Chaos