Speech

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She moves stiff and in pain, but she's happy. She wears a black turtleneck under her grey suit]


201--Speech
Ok, gang. Today I want a speech about catharsis. It can be an icident of your own life, or explanitory in the abstract. As always, today is for brainstorming. Delivery on Thursday.
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301--Theory

How do we know if communication is successful? [she sips her coffee, looking a them. Clearly this isn't as simple a question as it seems.]

Comments

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

[Jack is turning what looks like a plastic gem in his fingers, obsessively.] It's not just the passing of the message, is it? It's only a success if the sender gets the result that the sender wanted from the message.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

What if the sender doesn't want a result from delivering the message?

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Then why bother? You have to want *something* from the situation, otherwise, you wouldn't go to the effort. Even if it is just an acknowledgement that something was said, something was communicated.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*shrugs* As a favor for someone else?

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Then you still want something, either on behalf of your friend, or FROM your friend for the service you are providing, namely, passing the information.

Communication is an attempt to affect other people's behavior via information, right? So a successful communication is when you get the result you intended and expected. "I'm robbing this bank; put all the money in this sack" is a successful communication if it scares everyone into standing still and you get away with a bag full of money.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*nods* Makes sense to me.


[[ooc: *pokes brain* Work damn you!]]

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

[[*pats Jack* Poor boy. Any other day and I might have been a bit more alive to argue; but I have a horrible suspicion that I might be starting an ear infection. Damn it]]

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Chip, no toys in class. Hand it over. [She holds out her hand for the 'gem']

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

[His smile is rather twisted, but he complies.] Sure. Do I get it back after class?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Stretching out her arm, she puts the other one across her stomach at the bottom of her ribcage, breathing slow and shallow.] Maybe. Give.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

[Alarmed, Jack stands up and hands it off so she doesn't have to move as far.]

[Quietly:] You okay? [His expression has changed from sullen to alarmed.]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She smiles softly as she takes it from him, dropping it in her pocket.] Peachy, why?

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

[The smile reassures him.] Because usually you grab things from me faster.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I just overdid it, Chip...not to worry. [She turns, wincing, still with her arm protectively across her stomach.] I should know better.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.] How are you going to know what your limits are until you've pushed yourself past them once or twice?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[This earns him a brilliant smile and she turns back to him] Exactly. How can you ever relaly know yourself unless you force yourself beyond what you know about the world? Pain is...fleeting.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

[Oddly, that makes his face fall.] Can I talk to you after class? Out -- [waves his hand out towards the town] -- side?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Her brows furrow with worry.] Of course, Chip. Anytime. I have to go to the clinic after class...when and where do you want to meet? I'm all yours.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

The Perk? This afternoon?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I will absolutely be there. I'll even buy.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

[That gets her a weak smile.] Thanks.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

((post is up in townies, but I'll be SP til after 2pst))

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]