July 25, 2011
I see you
Researchers at MIT and The University of Cambridge are developing glasses that monitor facial expressions and allow the wearer to recognize subtle shifts in the emotional response of the person they are talking to.
By sensing emotions that we would otherwise miss, these technologies can thwart disastrous social gaffes and help us understand each other better. Some companies are already wiring up their employees with the technology, to help them improve how they communicate with customers. Our emotional intelligence is about to be boosted, but are we ready to broadcast feelings we might rather keep private?
Paging Dr. Lightman.
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Daryl dreamed last night that I was a midget and we were in a grocery store. He felt bad for me having to be a midget and wanted to help me push the cart. I shot him the finger and pushed on.
If y’all were wearing those special glasses, this would mean something.
Seems like lesbian midget was part of the Elephant Man vintage porn google image search return.
That’s funny, Cindy. Last night I dreamed that you were a midget wrestler. A Mexican midget wrestler.
Huh. I’ll have to ask Daryl if I was a wrestling lesbian Mexican midget. Sometimes he leaves out adjectives.
Coulda been, I guess. Red hair. Saw her mostly from the back going away as she flipped me off. Not stubby fingers though; Cindy’s nice hands. She was buying toilet paper and bromeliads. Huge purse.
That’s even more interesting, because I need toilet paper and bromeliads.
Aren’t bromeliads those funky flowers once used on sets of the old Star Trek to denote plants on alien planets?
Perhaps you’re thinking of bromides? Lord knows I’m no doctor here.
Or maybe I missed the joke pun. I’m rereading, rethinking. Or maybe I’m overthinking…
Is someone flipping me off? I sense it. (Aw, heck, I’m just having fun.) I love y’all.
Or maybe Cindy was buying bromeliads and toilet paper. They’d look nice in the corner of the counter of a bathroom. I understand they can live where nothing else can. We used to use them at Saks. They can live for weeks without water.
Which is about how often we watered them.
Sheila Ryan, you were in my dreams last night. I don’t remember the context. But you showed up, gave me a hug. Thank you.
No pun, honey–just nonsense. It really would be bromeliads and toilet paper. I’m not normal, you know.
Exactly why I love you.
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That was me, Rick. I drive by night.