The Visionary Philosopher?

Here goes Blog 2.0

The last one kept shit-canning my posts without my permission. Stupid blog. Anyhoo, this is where thought processes shall be transcribed, where inspiring lyrics shall be plagiarised and where acts of transgression shall be disclosed. I doubt I'll post often, but when I do, I expect comments people!

So the title of this post is The Visionary Philosopher. The result of an online test I completed last week. I received an email today that stated if I wished to obtain a free breakdown showing the how and why, all I had to do was let a little more spam into my gmail account. Sure, said I. That's what the spam folder's for, after all. A while later, as my dial up connection loaded the first few lines of print, I started reading about what sort of mind I have. Apparently it's a pretty good one, being in the 100th percentile of the four [or four of, I'm not sure] types of intelligence - mathematical, visual-spatial, linguistic and logical. Bullshit.

And my recommended occupations? Archaeologist, Detective, Psychologist, Sculptor [WTF?], Architect, City Planner, Chief Executive [of what? McDonalds? mmm Donalds...]. So I guess it's lucky I'm doing papers in Archaeology and Urban Geography...

Now for a musical interlude.

You come out of the water
And took me for a swim
With a glint in the eye
And a flick of the fin
But I was so afraid of going under

And I know that
Sometimes we are not ready
And I know that

Bigger, Better, Stronger
I'm sure that's what you said
Benevolent and generous, that's who

And I know now
Sometimes we should just get wet
And I know now

I loved you, nobody else
Nobody else can wear your shoes
It's the things you know before everybody else
With your slippery scales and your underwater view

Chewing alabaster till the words run dry
I couldn’t find the watering hole
Although I did try

You see cos I loved you, nobody else
Nobody else can wear your shoes
It's the things you know before everybody else
With your slippery scales and your underwater view

You come out of the water
And took me for a swim
A sailing dream with a tasselled seam
And then he turned around
And went back under

End of musical interlude.

That was NZer Jan Hellriegel. Song is called Melusine. It's grown on me. From memory I picked it up in some random CD singles auction on trademe as one in a pack of ten [that I probably bought for a different single I've never fully listened to].

The statement that was the deciding factor in whether or not the test was useless was this one:

How are the percentiles determined? These percentiles were determined based on the one million users who have already taken our test. We then adjusted these percentiles based on a nationally representative IQ distribution to make sure that no level of intelligence was over- or underrepresented in the analysis. Thus, the percentiles we present reflect your score compared with people in the United States in general.

That just made me laugh.