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Logic, like whiskey, loses its beneficial effect when taken in too large quantities.


I am happy to admit that I don't really get this one. I’ve run through a variety of options, but don’t feel that I am any closer to answering the puzzle.
  • A circle? Too obvious.
  • A parallelogram? It has potential, but too obscure.
  • A fish?
  • A table?
  • A remaindered piece of fabric faded by exposure to sunlight for sustained periods?
The choices appear too endless to contemplate. If I disappear down that road trying to solve this conundrum, I’ll not have any time for any thought beyond this thought.

Is that what they mean? Some devious plan hatched by modern day anarcho-syndicalists designed to cripple (ostensibly) free thinkers like myself? If I’m spending all of my time thinking about what I need to be thinking outside of, I am thus far less likely to be thinking about how I can prevent the overthrow of all that I hold dear by a bunch of cunning shysters.

This thinkin' business is hard work.

Answers on a postcard will be most welcome.
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Pat said…
I never got this either. I guess they're just telling you to back up and look at the big picture, which isn't always as square or round or whatever, as it first appears.

Thanks for your comment on my blog today.
2 October 2008 at 16:04
Anonymous said…
Hmmm. I wonder if you're not just spending too much time agonising over the poncey pseudo-intellectualese ramblings of a sociology student who thinks he's cleverer than he actually is?
2 October 2008 at 17:50
Diederick Wijmans said…
I think that in this case I would prefer the Whisky!!
2 October 2008 at 20:38
Anonymous said…
Oh good. I looked and went huh?

But i will take a whiskey if it is on offer!
2 October 2008 at 21:08
Mary Stebbins Taitt said…
It's not a square, it's a square with a bite taken out--which you can only do if yr thinking outside the box.

Or, it's an observatory.

Or, . . . duh?
3 October 2008 at 04:54
Neva said…
It is a reference to "thnking outside of the box" so the obvioius thing to me is that outside the box is not where the answers are...it is in the box where you don't want to look...but then I am neither a student nor a philosopher...so what do I know???
3 October 2008 at 04:54
Priyanka Khot said…
went over my head!!!
3 October 2008 at 15:05
Kris McCracken said…
I think that I can borrow a phrase from Churchill (when talking about the Soviet Union’s pre-WWII intentions): It is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma.

I would paraphrase though: It is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma, rolled into a conundrum, sellotaped with a puzzle and tacked onto a query.
3 October 2008 at 16:18
Kris McCracken said…
Bibi, I suspect that you are correct.

Jackie, well, the art school is not that far away...

Blognote, whisky it is!

BARKEEP!
3 October 2008 at 16:19
Kris McCracken said…
Greg, it is right by the distillery, (if I correctly remember where I spotted it).

Mary, their stencil may have been damaged in the process...

Neva, I blame the Welsh!

Priyanka, I shall ask Sachin Tendulkar next time I see him, he’ll know! ;)
3 October 2008 at 16:21
Anonymous said…
O SHUT UP everyone telling us all how to think! Love the old New Yorker cartoon with the "THINK" sign in the office washroom, subverted by the little graffito with "thoap" and an arrow. Probably only works as a visual joke tho.

From 40km S of Hobart. Also love Tasmania!
25 March 2009 at 22:48
Kris McCracken said…
Hiltonsister, Paris Hilton's sister?
26 March 2009 at 14:53
Amanda Lozada said…
It's not a square they're asking you to look outside - it's yourself.
4 November 2009 at 17:36
Kris McCracken said…
Amanda, d'ya think?
10 November 2009 at 10:30
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