I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg.
The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at
Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer inwaht oredr the ltteers in a wrod
are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the
rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit
a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by
istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas thguoht
slpeling was ipmorant
This fascinates me. I wonder if we do that with people too and that's why I have a hard time distinguishing the catches from the throw backs? I'm filling in the blanks with everything I'd rather be hearing them say. Hmmm. Very telling.
I met a woman today in Penticton who is a Domme. We had coffee and had a great time. She has agreed to help "dress" me for a fet night in Kelowna coming up. I'm quite excited. I've never been to a fet night. I never thought I had the coolness factor to carrry it off. But now that I'm forty and have decided on a new look, I think that I can manage it.
No art. None. Haven't so much as taken a picture. I stare at my camera and wince. I feel that it is judging me.