“Blog Post”
05/16/2020
Commenting metacognition from last week.
“Just with the same comment, one can fool several people.”
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Commenting’s weird. On one hand, like many other people, I don’t like it. On the other hand, it’s sometimes a strangely peaceful experience. But then again, this is very much a “sometimes” sort of thing. The vast majority of the time, the only thing that commenting is, is infuriating. Honestly, the peaceful times are usually both quite annoying and stupid too, because it means that my brain has shut down to the point where basic cognitive functions are essentially nonexistent anymore, and I’m relying purely on my subconsciousness, and intuition to do work that they’re really not supposed to be doing (i.e. thinking about what to write for comments. It’s not even thinking).
Case in point: a few days ago, I tried to comment, got through like two people, and immediately gave up. Problem is, by that point, the useful parts of my brain had all but shut down, and all that was the left was the part wondering about what happened to the fly that I flicked some water on a couple months ago. This (probably unhealthy) train of thought went on for an unfortunate number of minutes. I didn’t end up finding out, but I did manage to find and kill a (presumably) different, somewhat larger fly that I had found inside my room. I think I got through maybe two more people in the close to twenty minutes that followed.
Then again, the (somewhat, and very few) fun moments do still exist. The majority of the narrative stories that people had written this week were actually quite good. In particular, there were two or three that stood out from the rest, in a good way. One of them was Sam’s “A Small House in Maine.” The “story,” writing, overall feel, everything fit together quite nicely, and I liked it. There was really only one small problem that I could pick out, along with a few other small “personal preference” things (things like how the parallel structure sounds/flows, how the sentences “sentence,” etc.), things that are present in everyone’s blog post (including mine). The one legitimate problem that was present was a problem in everyone’s blog posts (again, including mine), which was proofreading. It’s not much, and doesn’t necessarily affect the overall impact of the blog post, but it does bother me. “Well, you made the same mista-“ we don’t talk about that. Spelling matters (maybe). Period placement matters (even more maybe). Other than that, it was a good blog post.
Kevin how dare you insult gochujang.
This is especially fun to read as I am going through three classes of blog posts. I also find it somewhat relaxing, but I never get infuriated, though I do get frustrated with the small mechanical mistakes that you notice, too, because I know they have the skills to catch the mistakes with a little bit of proofreading. A lot of people write great essays, but the buttons are missed matched and they are missing a sock. It should be an easy fix :-) I love this line in your reflection: "...all that was the left was the part wondering about what happened to the fly that I flicked some water on a couple months ago."
Posted by: Fitz... | 04/27/2020 at 08:01 PM
I agree, it’s slightly frustrating to read posts which seem like a big clump of words lazily ducked taped together (I’m not exempt from this). There were some great posts though, which made it somewhat worth it. However, I really enjoyed the part about the fly, I hope you never find it and it haunts you for the rest of your life (wow I’m a great person).
Sorry gochujang plz forgive me
Posted by: Kevin Yuan | 04/29/2020 at 06:53 AM