Sensory Input & My Hyper Imagination

January 20, 2009

As I was watching the Inauguration today on BET, and my thought was process reminded me of yesterday’s acclimation point. Specifically, how it applies to all sensory input.

For example, my thoughts when they noted that the President was five minutes late in taking the oath, because Bush’s term expired at noon, made me think “Now is the perfect time for a terrorist attack.”

Because it was. The whole power of the government was sitting outside on a deius, and no one could react to a national security threat without alerting all major networks and most the minor ones, too. And creating a panic is most of what terrorism is all about.

As this applies to my point: The reason I’m thinking about terrorist attacks and not the sociological significance of the event is because I’ve seen five hours of 24 in the last nine days. My mind is in Jack Bauer mode.

Torture might be a little extreme.

Torture might be a little extreme.

Jack Bauer mode means I see people acting shady and I want to apprehend and torture them in case our national security is at stake. It’s not a rational thought, but “What Would Jack Bauer Do?” is a mindset most 24 fans find themselves in after watching.

And I don’t think I “just” have a hyperactive imagination.

My friend Dawn put it brilliantly after we noticed about a 3000% increase in her use of profanity, “Sorry, I’m watching the Sorpano’s now, going through all the seasons on DVD. I didn’t think it was really affecting me that much. But I guess it must be, since you just heard me say ‘fucking cocksucker'”

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Enjoying the Winter

January 19, 2009

It’s amazing how fast you get acclimated to your new home.

We had people from the conference office on site for a tour of our venue since we’re going to host the women’s basketball conference tournament in March. Our plan was to have interviews next door to our venue, in the student union which has ample space whereas our 75 year old arena does not.

Our conference officials don’t want to go “so far” even though it’s no far at all. In their words, they just don’t want to take a kid who’s been sweating for two hours and take them outside in the cold.

Now, it was January 17 on the tour, and it was 60 degrees in New Orleans. One of the reps went so far as to say “It could be snowing” and I laughed out loud. As we’ve documented, it’s snowed like seven times in New Orleans in the past 50 years. It will be closer to 80 than 20 in March.

Hell, the last time we hosted the same tournament, we had no AC in the building in 1999, and everyone was complaining about how hot it was, and we had managers waving towels on coaches who were close to passing out (so I’m told).

It’s funny because the day before, I was feeling cold walking from my car to work, and I then I heard the little voice in my head that used to go to school at St. Bonaventure, and live where we got 95 inches of snow a year. This New Yorker in me said “shut up, this isn’t cold.” I snapped out of it because that voice is quite convincing (I think the New Yorker in me’s two favorite phrases are “He’s a piece of shit” and something that rhymes with “Duck ’em”).

I’ll now turn things over to the voice:
“It’s not cold at 40 degrees. If we had a 40 degree January day before, we’d be outside smoking a cigar and loving the ‘Good weather.’ We don’t even own a coat anymore! We only have jackets, sweatshirts and fleeces. When you’re cold, you wear a sweatshirt. And you get all these free ones from work. Suck it up, you pampered baby. You’re not cold. How many times have you had the heat on this “winter?” One? That’s not winter, you go from summer to fall to spring. Quit your freaking whining, you piece of shit.”