To All of My Fan(s)

Look Closely, Doctor: See the Camera?

The Truman show delusion, as well as other related modern-era afflictions.

One of Dr. Gold’s patients told him, “My family and everyone I knew were actors in a script, a charade whose entire purpose is to make me the focus of the world’s attention.”

Another patient traveled to New York City and showed up at a federal building in downtown Manhattan seeking asylum so he could get off his reality show, Dr. Gold said.

The patient reported that he also came to New York to see if the Twin Towers were still standing, because he believed that seeing their destruction on Sept. 11 on television was part of his reality show. If they were still standing, he said, then he would know that the terrorist attack was all part of the script.

I suffer from no such delusion, because

1. My blog would be enough to show any would-be exec that a reality show based on my life would not be economically viable, i.e. my reality show is probably pre-canceled

2. I think I have the kind of friends that would tell me if such a show existed.

3. Even if such a show were to actually exist, the existence of a production company would shield me from lawsuits exacting payment for boring people to death, so I wouldn’t stress out over it.

A New Group Meeting Experience

A new meeting experience on Thursday: a meeting with, essentially, footnotes. This was not a presentation, mind you — no rehearsed talk, no powerpoint, no written materials. Just an impromptu discussion, where someone used some ad-hoc terminology. Rather than deviate off on a tangent (or possibly a secant) and immediately delineate its origins, he waited until finishing the somewhat extended train of thought, and only then did he explain the etymology of the phrase he had used. I can’t recall that happening before, at least with the length of discussion involved. It was probably five minutes between the phrase and the explanation. I’ve only seen that in prepared talks.

The mention of footnotes then led into a brief discussion of David Foster Wallace (who apparently was very aggressive in his use of them)

Someone at the table: What kind of author is he?

Me: Dead

Our group meetings tend to meander a bit. But then, I’m usually a little punchy by Thursday afternoon, so I am an instigator of that behavior.