Samuel Scoville: Communication (like weather) is Always State of the Art

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Communication (like weather) is Always State of the Art

Making the Whirl a Better Pace

Every utterance has
two agenda:
1) taking care of business
2) negotiating relationship

(from Steven Pinker:
The Stuff of Thought)

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The autonomic system takes
care of the business of being
alive, while I sniff around for
things to do.

Power: I might could
figure how to manage
autonomics!

“Knock it off!
I’ll re- organize
that for you.”

Same with Unconscious.

“I’m running the show
now; got a problem
with THAT?”

Mood coming on?
Click-switch! Re-set
my homeostatics &
temper the words to
the shorn lamb

Repentant:

I turn my Taking Care
of Business agenda into
Negotiating Relations,
collapsing the GAP &
reducing Relationship
to TCB.

Improving communication
once and for all: my power
& glory controlling the
converse action.

Consciousness
uber alles.
Regulating.
Sustaining.

xxxooo, Presbyter

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I choose, as a determining POINT in my life, to acknowledge a bullet fired into the armpit of my grandfather, Samuel Scoville, Jr. by a thief in the night sometime in the late 19^thc.

The thief escaped, my grandfather having pulled his own pistol from beneath the pillow, squeezing off a couple of rounds and sending the burglar scurrying into the Connecticut night...

For reasons of family notoriety, the incident was reported in both New York and Philadelphia papers. A former roommate in Philly called up Young Goodman Sam, inviting him down for a weekend gala: The Yale-Penn Football game. “You can take my sister Katherine, and chaperone me and my fiancé, he said.

In those days couples were not advised to be alone. Unaccompanied.

Sam took a steam-driven locomotive train down to Philadelphia, escorted Katherine to the leather-helmet contest, fell in love, asked her to marry him. She did & they lived more or less HAP-ily ever after, generating a tribe of offspring who like wise generated in kind so that if it hadn’t of been for that bullet, well, it’s impossible to begin to consider how unimaginably different life-as-we-know-it would have been. No one can say.

For one thing: YOU, dear Reader, wouldn’t be reading THIS HERE right now, resurrecting these words to walk around in your skull-haus this very be-here-now moment. So even you are impacted forever by that bullet.

(I could drive up to Connecticut right now, retrieve the small bite of lead, drop it in your hand and remind you how co-incidental our life is—how inexplicable, how arbitrary & selective our accounts, how much we omit which is also absolutely necessary, how inadequate our because & affects.)

The bullet is a NECESSARY but INSUFFICIENT cause of who-I-am, without which any explanation would be incomplete. Sam Scoville

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