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Keeping on...
Feb. 11th, 2012 08:35 pmThe word count for the day is hard to calculate, but it is not less than 2,259 source words, and probably more like 2,500. That's not all that bad, considering how I'm ahead of where I need to be to deliver the work by the deadline, and especially considering how Galina and I had to mobilize for three surprise (to us) showings throughout the day.
In other news, reading something about the importance of developing one's observational skills suddenly called forth a memory of 9th grade and my participation in a public speaking contest.
I don't recall the exact title of my prepared presentation. I'm sure that, whatever it actually was, it was ugly and stilted, and that everyone in the auditorium would have preferred to be anywhere else during the event. However, an assembly had been convoked to hear the contestants, and my talk was on the difference between "seeing" and "observing."
The only thing I really recall from my performance that day was the opener, which required Mr. Adolphe (who presided at such assemblies, among his other duties) to unobtrusively move to the side of the auditorium and casually cover his tie with the papers in his hand. One he was in place and the tie covered, I got down to brass tacks and asked my audience—which had "seen" Mr. Adolphe several times since the start of the assembly—whether anyone could recall the color of his tie? After a dramatic pause for effect (there were no takers) I proceeded with my presentation.
I think I came in second or third in that day's competition.
Among his other duties, Mr. Adolphe read the announcements over the PA system in the morning. He also was in charge of the stage crew, of which I was a member. And I recall a very curious class I took—I think it was in 7th grade—on square dancing. It was, as one might expect, a class involving boys and girls who, if nothing else, got a chance to firmly distinguish their left from their right and learn what a "right–left grand" might be and how one might follow through with one.
If memory serves, I learned of his death not long after moving on to high school.
Cheers...
In other news, reading something about the importance of developing one's observational skills suddenly called forth a memory of 9th grade and my participation in a public speaking contest.
I don't recall the exact title of my prepared presentation. I'm sure that, whatever it actually was, it was ugly and stilted, and that everyone in the auditorium would have preferred to be anywhere else during the event. However, an assembly had been convoked to hear the contestants, and my talk was on the difference between "seeing" and "observing."
The only thing I really recall from my performance that day was the opener, which required Mr. Adolphe (who presided at such assemblies, among his other duties) to unobtrusively move to the side of the auditorium and casually cover his tie with the papers in his hand. One he was in place and the tie covered, I got down to brass tacks and asked my audience—which had "seen" Mr. Adolphe several times since the start of the assembly—whether anyone could recall the color of his tie? After a dramatic pause for effect (there were no takers) I proceeded with my presentation.
I think I came in second or third in that day's competition.
Among his other duties, Mr. Adolphe read the announcements over the PA system in the morning. He also was in charge of the stage crew, of which I was a member. And I recall a very curious class I took—I think it was in 7th grade—on square dancing. It was, as one might expect, a class involving boys and girls who, if nothing else, got a chance to firmly distinguish their left from their right and learn what a "right–left grand" might be and how one might follow through with one.
If memory serves, I learned of his death not long after moving on to high school.
Cheers...
