The deprecatory self. A fellow blogger tweaked me in email about my aggressively self-deprecatory mention of my upcoming interview with Frank. Quit doggin’ yourself, he said. I look forward to reading you, ’cuz you’re a right-on chick. Okay, that is a slangy, somewhat... [Caveat Lector]
If you ever wanted a me-in-netshell description, you could do worse than copy this piece by Dorothea Salo. A lot of it could apply to me, both socially and academically, both the arrogance and the captatio benevolentiae, with the exception that I still seem to be in school. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
One thing about blindness to social cues is that it's never really phased me when people talk of online communications not carrying them. I never got them anyway though "normal" communications, so I'm not missing anything: In the land of the newly blind, I am already familiar with finding the furniture int he dark with my shins. It fails to affect me in three ways:
- As mentioned, I could never use those cues in the first place.
- Being used to not being able to use those cues, I don't have the disorientation of losing them.
- Those adept at manipulating social cues are no longer a threat.
Don't worry, I'm still a mess, though!
11:16:41 PM  Categories: LiveJournal
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