This postI need to stop waiting until just before I leave for home to write these posts. Oh well.
In Scott McCloud’s Understanding Comics, he talks about an interesting idea: that when we drive a car, the car in effect becomes an extension of our body. It’s the same thing when we hold a fork. (And of course it applies to more than just cars and forks.) What I mean is, our internal senses adopt the thing we’re holding onto as part of us, so that we become aware of the car in the same way we’re aware of our hands and legs. That’s why it throws us when we go to a country where the steering wheel’s on the wrong side of the car. It’s really a fascinating concept, and unfortunately I can’t remember what it had to do with comics, but it’s stuck with me ever since.
Changing topics completely, I’m starting to realize that I’m almost done with my undergrad years. A couple of weeks ago I was at one of the volleyball games, singing the Cougar fight song, and it hit me: I’m in the eleventh hour. It’s almost over. Rats. Now I don’t want to graduate. ~sigh~
