Eric was talking about his paper on God's will. "If God gives us wisdom, and he expects us to use it to choose the most spiritually advantageous course of action, then to not do so would be to sin. But who can do that all the time?"
"Advantageous," I corrected.
"Really?"
"Yep."
"So, who could possibly do that all the time?"
Advantageous--busted!
Monday, December 28, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
My Fair Lady
I was listening to Eric and Tracy discuss the bridge while I was putting the ham in the oven. I began to sing, "London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down...London bridge is falling down, my fair lady."
"Who is 'my fair lady,' anyway?" I called to the living-room siblings.
"It's the Statue of Liberty," answered Eric.
"No....that doesn't make any sense. What does she have to do with the London Bridge? And why would they take a key and lock her up?" I countered.
"Well," he insisted, "she's on an island! You can't get more locked up than being surrounded on all sides by water."
"Hmmm...." I reentered the living room and opened the laptop up again. A quick search revealed theories on the origins and meaning of the London Bridge lyrics. I read to them about the "Viking Attack Theory," the "Child Sacrifice Theory," and various guesses as to who the "fair lady" may be: Matilda of Scotland, Eleanor of Provence, or an unnamed member of the Leigh family.
"Nothing about the Statue of Liberty!" I announced triumphantly.
Eric didn't trust my research. "Search for 'my fair lady statue of liberty london bridge,'" he instructed. Unfortunately [for him], the only results we found were sites that just happened to contain comments on the London Bridge and the Statue of Liberty on the same page--no where in the universe could we find evidence of a single other person who believed the fair lady of London Bridge was referring to Lady Liberty.
My Fair Lady Liberty--busted!
"Who is 'my fair lady,' anyway?" I called to the living-room siblings.
"It's the Statue of Liberty," answered Eric.
"No....that doesn't make any sense. What does she have to do with the London Bridge? And why would they take a key and lock her up?" I countered.
"Well," he insisted, "she's on an island! You can't get more locked up than being surrounded on all sides by water."
"Hmmm...." I reentered the living room and opened the laptop up again. A quick search revealed theories on the origins and meaning of the London Bridge lyrics. I read to them about the "Viking Attack Theory," the "Child Sacrifice Theory," and various guesses as to who the "fair lady" may be: Matilda of Scotland, Eleanor of Provence, or an unnamed member of the Leigh family.
"Nothing about the Statue of Liberty!" I announced triumphantly.
Eric didn't trust my research. "Search for 'my fair lady statue of liberty london bridge,'" he instructed. Unfortunately [for him], the only results we found were sites that just happened to contain comments on the London Bridge and the Statue of Liberty on the same page--no where in the universe could we find evidence of a single other person who believed the fair lady of London Bridge was referring to Lady Liberty.
My Fair Lady Liberty--busted!
London Bridge
I was putting a ham in the oven. Tracy and Eric were watching a Blazer game on my tv and during a time-out the network showed a picture of Blazer fans on the Tower Bridge. Eric said it was the London Bridge. Tracy disagreed. The broadcaster announced that it was the Tower Bridge.
London Bridge--busted!
London Bridge--busted!
Uncanny
Eric and Tracy are at my house. We were comparing photos of Richard Pryor with a Multnomah professor. Really, Richard Pryor could be a black twin of Ray Lubeck. They look so similar. "It's uncanny!" I exclaimed.
"It's uncanning," Eric corrected.
"No, the word is 'uncanny,'" I insisted.
"I've always heard it said 'uncanning.'"
Tracy waved an olive branch between us: "I think it actually is 'uncanny' but people always say 'uncanning.'"
I was already pulling out my laptop. I quickly opened up google and typed "Define: uncanny" into the search field. Several definitions popped up and I swiveled the screen to show Eric.
"See," I said smugly.
"Now type 'uncanning,'" he insisted.
I sighed, but complied. "No definitions found for 'uncanning,'" replied Google.
"HA!"
Uncanning---busted!
"It's uncanning," Eric corrected.
"No, the word is 'uncanny,'" I insisted.
"I've always heard it said 'uncanning.'"
Tracy waved an olive branch between us: "I think it actually is 'uncanny' but people always say 'uncanning.'"
I was already pulling out my laptop. I quickly opened up google and typed "Define: uncanny" into the search field. Several definitions popped up and I swiveled the screen to show Eric.
"See," I said smugly.
"Now type 'uncanning,'" he insisted.
I sighed, but complied. "No definitions found for 'uncanning,'" replied Google.
"HA!"
Uncanning---busted!
Eric Is Wrong
That is the premise of this blog. He's wrong all the time about little things and medium things and big things.
Yes I realize that we are all wrong about things from time to time. But Eric is always so adamant about everything, that there is a particular pleasure that comes from busting his theories.
So I decided to start this blog to chronicle all the ways that Eric's ideas, attitudes, perceptions and beliefs are wrong. Incorrect. False. Debunked. BUSTED!
Yes I realize that we are all wrong about things from time to time. But Eric is always so adamant about everything, that there is a particular pleasure that comes from busting his theories.
So I decided to start this blog to chronicle all the ways that Eric's ideas, attitudes, perceptions and beliefs are wrong. Incorrect. False. Debunked. BUSTED!
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