The apostle Plato / not quite synesthesia

[garran]

Seen, unexpectedly, on one of those mutable church signs:

THE UNEXAMINED LIFE IS NOT WORTH LIVING.
--SOCRATES

...which made me think that a church revering Socrates would be pretty interesting. There's certainly enough scripture.

Does anyone else, on having brought to mind the particular scent of some absent and lovely person, ever find that their natural next impulse is to want to call up that smell in their mp3 program?

Comments

[verselogic.net (from livejournal.com)]

Data-reduced audio may damage hearing calibration. I suspect that the constant drones or hums have done far more to damage my hearing than any loud or excessively-lossy audio has. Specifically, I've noticed long-term ringing resulting from extended exposure to cooling fans. It's a much subtler noise than music, and often nearly hidden beneath it, but the ever-present hum of technology is nigh-on inescapable for some.

don't bug me Ah, that's what I despise about personal listening bubbles. While, at one time I relish the chance to hide myself away for private listening, I abhor the intrinsic alone in a crowd feeling that can be caused with a shield of plastic plugs. That said, I also agree with you on the connections possible with a shared experience permitted with a headphone splitter. It's an intimate invite and sharing of private bubble-space, two alone in their world together.

start taking earplugs I've been carrying these awesome orange earplugs with me to concerts and conventions recently. They really help to avoid excessively overwhelming audio. I look forward to another delightful round of acen danceage.

[masamage.livejournal.com]

alone in a crowd

I do my after-school tutoring in a Starbucks, and yesterday circumstances got me there an hour before my student. I whipped out my laptop and sat down on a cushy chair playing Pinball for about an hour.

Since the game requires good timing and I don't use playlists, occasionally my music would end and I wouldn't pick another song for several minutes. On two seperate occassions people came to sit at the table near me and said to eachother, "What about that girl?" "Ah, she's got headphones on, it's fine." The first was always slightly hushed, but the second never was. I could've heard it even if music was playing.

It was kind of awesome, in a weird way, because I still felt connected to everything, and yet other people were as comfortable as if I wasn't there at all.

I have achieved Okivana.

[garran.livejournal.com]

Seventeen points!

It's too bad (although also probably for the best) that you didn't overhear a murder plot.


-Andy

[meta4mix.livejournal.com]

Masa wins five cookies.

Also, thanks for the reminder, code. I need to pick up a pair of earplugs before ACen. And yes, we shall again rawk t3h f100r at the dance. (I still can't believe that you, Jas & I were, like, the only ones willing to dance at Otakon in 2004. I felt so silly dancing by myself. A lot of otaku are /lame/.)

[masamage.livejournal.com]

A lot of otaku are /lame/.

Perhaps literally!

[garran.livejournal.com]

I felt so silly dancing by myself.

o/~ *Billy Idol's guitar riff*

A lot of otaku are /lame/.

I'm standing right here, you know.


-Garran

[feedbacksolo.livejournal.com]

Dance?? Where?? When??

[masamage.livejournal.com]

Much too far away!

;_;

[feedbacksolo.livejournal.com]

oh.

*looks small and crushed*

[meta4mix.livejournal.com]

Alas, this specific dance is in Chicago; a part of the Anime Central convention. (And it's very soon! I'm excited.) Though you folks are welcome to make a journey out here for one of these 'cons, sometime. Andy and Andrew came to Otakon in August of 2004.