Thursday, August 10, 2006

Hearing Voices out of the Ether

Running a bit late this morning. I may try to come up with something fresh in the next hour, but in the meantime, I will just direct your attention to this marvelous post by Dr. Sanity. I mean, I always agree with her, but this little gem is a truly heartbreaking post of staggering genius, beyond my meager ability to praise its exalted level of hyperbolic salesmanship. As you know, I flunked out of business school, so I stand in awe of anyone who exhibits such righteously pimpin' marketing skills.

It may also interest you to know that Pajamas Media has a new addition that they curiously call The Sanity Squad, featuring a round table discussion with Dr. Sanity, ShrinkWrapped, and the surprisingly continental Siggy (presided over by the solomaniacal Neo-neocon).

For me, the most illuminating part of the discussion occurs when this intrepid band of inward explorers tentatively concludes that the table is not actually "round," but somewhat oval at best.

ShrinkWrapped then offers an interesting, if somewhat confrontational, interpretation, suggesting that it really depends upon your angle of view. From where he's sitting, it looks more oblong or perhaps slightly spheroid, but Siggy then accuses him of infantile projection. He says--and he has a point--that the others are dancing around the central issue, that what defines the table is its essential flatness, that is, its planar configuration. The shape is entirely irrelevant, a red herring.

At that point I am inclined to agree with Siggy, if only because his urbane accent of untraceable provenance (a suburb of Transylvania? Someplace near where Cary Grant pretended to be from?) carries a nebulous air of authority. He just “sounds” right.

You can hear the audible irritation in Dr. Sanity's voice, as she emphasizes the importance of the table having legs. After all, if the table isn't elevated, what good is it? Is a deconstructed table still a table, or just some narcissistic, postmodern fantasy? “We might as well gather on the floor. It's flat too, right? Even Boo can figure this out. Why can’t you?”

We then hear ShrinkWrapped--always a voice of calm reason--bringing an entirely new dimension to the discussion. Who cares about the table? Isn't the important point that we have chairs to sit on? Not just any chairs, but comfy ones?

Siggy objects immediately with a tone of slight condescension. “Comfy? I think not. These mass-produced monstrosities have nothing on the overstuffed, old-world chairs of my youth. My ancestors knew how to make a chair. These aren’t chairs. These are merely places for the uncultured boobeoisie to park their a**.”

That gets Dr. Sanity’s back up again. Always sensitive to the manner in which European elites look down their noses at America, she points out that the slightly rigid construction of these chairs is a builder of character. In her family, comfy chairs were considered a decadent luxury. Grandma Sanity felt lucky to have nothing more than an old oak rocker in which to rest her bunions. She claims that the uncomfortable chairs of her youth actually made her stronger and helped prepare her for the demands medical school, where the chairs were equally--if not more--uncomfortable.

We then hear quiet tears in the background. It is ShrinkWrapped having a “breakthrough.” Choking back the sobs, he confesses that he never wanted to be a psychiatrist at all. Rather, he had intended to become dress designer, but the chairs in the old Fashion and Textile Design Department were more than he could take. They were simply awful--rigid and punishing things that some sadistic avant garde art student had produced in metal shop.

That pretty much ends that part of the discussion. I think I hear a group hug in the background, before they then move on to less weighty subjects, such as the conflict in the Middle East and the psychological basis of the culture of victimhood.

Anyway, it’s an education to hear how shrinks behave “behind closed doors.” In a surprisng way, they're just like anybody else, except perhaps more so. Or less so. I forget which. Just listen and decide. I can only lead you to the Sanity Squad. You will have to make the final leap yourself.

10 Comments:

Blogger Sigmund, Carl and Alfred said...

You are not a well person.

Clearly, you are quite suited for your profession.

8/10/2006 08:54:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Once I fell into a cave.
There I met a man who caught and ate crows.
I swore that I would never eat that stinking bird,
but when it was clear that I might never get out alive-I was forced to eat my words too.

8/10/2006 08:55:00 AM  
Blogger Gagdad Bob said...

Logophagia is the technical term. Painful, but it does cure logorrhea.

8/10/2006 10:32:00 AM  
Anonymous will said...

Very nice discussion. But, man, I heard a lot of "popping P's", you know, that little puffy explosion of sound you get when a P is pronounced and the microphone doesn't have one of those protective shields.

What'ya mean, who cares?

What'ya mean, some people just can't stand prosperity?

Give P's a chance, p(puff)lease.

8/10/2006 11:02:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

ed in texas

Not the COMFY CHAIR! It won't stop there, you know.
Next comes the dishrack!
(And don't tell me you were expecting this, either...)

8/10/2006 12:16:00 PM  
Blogger Jauhara said...

I probably shouldn't say this, but my teachers told me I am special. I just want some acknowledgement on that. Thank you.

8/10/2006 03:34:00 PM  
Anonymous The Anchoress said...

Quite funny.

I'm wondering about Siggy's accent, too. It's beguiling but not easy to pin down.

8/10/2006 05:43:00 PM  
Blogger Sigmund, Carl and Alfred said...

Here's what really happened.

I got worked up- then SW, Dr S and Neo surrounded me. slowly moving in. Hadf nowhere to, nowhere to turn...I calmed down.

Dr S was taking no chances. She hit me with a cattle prod.

SW was nice- he made sure the vest wasn't too tight all.

Neo's writing the paper.

8/10/2006 06:10:00 PM  
Blogger Gagdad Bob said...

Thank you Siggy--

I thought I heard some sort of elecrical discharge at about 21:38, just after you threatened Dr. Sanity with the Bataka Bat. This is what my audience really wants to hear--the lurid details of what goes on behind the scenes at these psychology confabs.

8/10/2006 06:20:00 PM  
Blogger gumshoe1 said...

sounds like next
meeting you oughta issue safety helmets first,Bob.

i also get the distinct impression
psychologists weren't meant to congregate.

8/10/2006 10:03:00 PM  

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