There we were. That was me, your friend and humble blogger along with a dozen or so members of the neuro surgical team, my boss's boss's boss's boss, and a couple of sophistoes from the outside world. I was there to discuss the instrumentation wants/needs/demands of the neuro team. It was a very engaging three minutes. It was by far my favorite part of the two and a half hour meeting.
The other 2 hours and 27 minutes of the meeting did in no way relate to instrumentation. In fact, it was such a departure from my own acumen that I would have been just as involved had it been, say, a meeting of Chinese mathematicians trying to perfect their numerical system. This was something of a benefit, I've concluded. For if the meeting was simply boring, I would have had to strain me brain to pay attention lest I be called on for comment. As it was, the meeting was both boring and way over my head. This freed me up to let my mind wander without fear of being lost in the conversation due to inattentiveness. Lost is lost. Should I be called on, thought I, I would simply reply “I'm sorry, I don't understand any of this”. That reply would be honest and understandable, I reckoned.
Don't get me wrong, I was happy to be invited/summoned to the meeting. It was a relatively high-level meeting. I realized this fact when the sophistoes were asked to leave the room so that the rest of us could discuss confidential matters. This was early on in the meeting and my mind stayed put for this discussion. Following that brief discussion the sophistoes were brought back in and I had my three minutes of meeting magic. I don't want to get calluses patting myself on the back, but I was at the top of my game. And though my game only lasted three minutes, you'd be as surprised as my high school sweetheart as to what I can do in three minutes.
I'm ignorant of my own ignorance, thought I. This thought came during the presentation by one of the sophistoes. A well groomed lady with subtle features began addressing the group on the subject of recent pharmaceutical advancements. Prior to this presentation, I believed pharmacology to be an interesting subject. I'd like to thank the academy, thought I, as I crossed my arms and began looking over me glasses in a pose that reeked of intense interest while my mind wandered off to much more interesting things.
It ain't brain surgery.
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