I’m into weird.  I don’t eat breakfast, I think that reading six books at a time is normal, and I’d be quite happy if jeans and T-shirts became the corporate dress code.  I also have great hearing, and can hear things that other people can’t (and no, it’s not voices in my head).

But I’m not this weird.

A guy – okay, an arts professor – has decided to get a camera implanted in his head.  Ummm, for art.  It won’t be for him – it will be for the museum that’s sponsoring it.  He’ll wear the camera for a year, and the images it captures will be sent to the museum in Qatar.  And in typical artsy talk, he said

the project will raise ”important social, aesthetic, political, technological questions”


he chose to have it put in the back of the head as an allegorical statement about the things we don’t see and leave behind.


Anyway, it’s a good thing that this post isn’t about all that.  This post is about something less touchy-feely, but even more bothersome.  In the original story, the museum was described this way

And then in Part 2, this showed up:

And so what?  That’s kind of a tomayto/tomahto thing, right?  Well, no.

Words shape thinking.  Callously eating the unborn young of  a domestic animal, seared to a partially-congealed goo after ripping it from its protective shell – that’s one thing.  Eggs over easy, down on the farm – that’s another.

So if we can be convinced that calling something by another name is correct, we are more likely to accept it.  This applies to everything from the Tea Party (as opposed to obscene nicknames), to our president (as opposed to multiple impolite nicknames), to Social Insecurity.

So being of a good conspiracy mindset, I see the incorrect name for a body of water to be another salvo in the war to win our minds over to an alternate (and wrong) way of thinking.  And I ain’t falling for it.

In other news, the economy is improving.  The newspapers say so.