[lit-ideas] Re: None Dare Call It Reason
- From: wokshevs@xxxxxx
- To: Julie Krueger <juliereneb@xxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Mon, 6 Oct 2008 15:52:24 -0230
I venture to think that that "thing" Julie refers to below is part of some
adaptive mechanism we have developed phylogenically. It's much too pervasive
across members of the species, and too insistent upon consciousness, to be
without adaptive value. Like romantic love, revulsion towards slimy, icky
things, and the separation of mosque and state ... but unlike morality.
Walter O.
Post Sun City AZ
Quoting Julie Krueger <juliereneb@xxxxxxxxx>:
> On Sun, Sep 21, 2008 at 1:32 PM, <wokshevs@xxxxxx> wrote:
>
> > E.G. Robinson!! Yes, yes, thank you for allowing me to get some sleep and
> > indulge my holidaying dogmatic slumbers!! (Could it be that Boris Karloff
> > was
> > also in that movie?) I couldn't download the URL but the name is
> definitely
> > right.
> >
>
> Thank my movie-maven friend <g>. I have yet to describe to him a movie of
> whatever genre or era that he cannot identify. I checked the IMDB & no, no
> Karloff.
>
>
> > The "vase movie" is very old and rarely seen on television any more. Not
> > even on
> > "Classic Movie Channels." It may well star E.G. Robinson as well. Or/and
> > somebody who looks a bit like the fellow who played The Joker in the
> > original
> > Batman tv series.
> >
> > The vase movie: A youg, perhaps just married couple, are given access to
> a
> > swanky hotel room by somebody who has no right to make them that offer.
> The
> > vase is broken by one of the couple. And then the fellow staying in the
> > room
> > shows up ... The rest escapes me.
>
>
> The more you describe it the more either the movie comes back to me or my
> imagination plays tricks on me. I'll run this additional description by my
> friend and see if it triggers anything. Until I find it, it's going to
> drive me to distraction.
>
> What is that, I wonder? That 'thing" that causes our brain to stubbornly
> play a melodic line over and over until we can identify the song; to not
> rest well for anything until the name of that movie and the arc of its
> storyline are somehow pulled from our subconscious, triggered only by a
> brief 'still" which plays over and over, or causes us to be perturbed for
> hours if not days by the inability to place someone whose face looks
> familiar, things so unnecessary to our lives, interrupting our focus on
> things that "really matter". Why does an inability to put our finger on a
> memory drive us (or some of us) so crazy? Or is that only experienced by
> those of us who balance close to the edge of some mild form of ocd?
>
> >
> > <<Perhaps the Arizona desert will smile favourably upon my synapses and
> > dendrites.>>
>
>
> Let me know if this works....I grew up in Phoenix, but I was a child and
> therefore my rather new synapses were functioning just fine. Now, of
> course, they rather badly need replacing or rejuvenating or something.
>
> Soon, I imagine, I will no longer remember what it is that I'm forgetting.
>
> Julie Krueger
>
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