Saturday, 21 September 2013
Frances Garrood, novelist, mad horsewoman, loveable eccentric (I just made that one up 'cos it came into my mind) posted today on the esoteric philosophical subject of pareidolia. Of course you know what that is but just in case you are struggling trying to recall the last time it came up in a cross-word it's the psychological phenomenon involving a vague and random stimulus (often an image or sound) being perceived as significant, a form of apophenia. Common examples include seeing images of animals or faces in clouds, the man in the moon, and hearing hidden messages on records when played in reverse. Frances, very sensibly, just called it seeing faces in things. I understood that.
Apparently she sees faces in all sorts of things, particularly light switches. C'est trés bizarre. As I have no imagination it's never been something with which I was (or am) afflicted. However I did rather like the idea of faces in lights witches. So, Frances, you can take the blame for the fact that I have decided to make it my mission in life to ensure that everyone has a smiley face light switch. The first in my campaign is in my own hall. Actually I think it looks more like Thomas The Tank Engine. The photo shows not only that I didn't bother to adjust the lighting but also that I don't even have the artistic ability to draw a mouth without it being decidedly lopsided. C'est la vie. Not only that but the screws are not lined up properly. Quel dommage.
I had decided that now that I have managed to reach the childhood I missed out on by being born with my pension book in my hand (my Mother's words) I would celebrate this new-found childhood with some graphic vandalism and put a smiley face in each hotel room in which I stay. Frances implied that the use of white board felt-tip pens for the purpose was a feeble attempt at such a career. Ho hum. Failed again. C'est plus de la vie. (here demonstrating that I can, at least, get by with a few French frazes).
Enjoy what's left of your weekend.