on the gravity of perception

Don't you hate it when the first time you see or hear something, you misperceive it. I hate it necause there is an almost automatic sedimentation of the wrong perception, so it haunts you forever and always immediately as a misperception. It's just like all those funny stories of misheard song lyrics (I want to wrap you up in nylons; cheadle eye cheadle eye cheadle eye see you cryin', etc.).

Here's the blogging related one for me. It's luckybuzz's photo ID:



I know now that this is a cut-open pomegranate. But the first time I saw this picture on someone's comments, here's what I saw: a grotesque, festering corpse face. I know, ewww. But that's what I saw. See if you can do it, too. The little stem thing; that looks like a tuft of hair. That dark patch behind the fruit: more hair. The skin of the fruit looks like a discolored forehead. The rest of the fruit? Well that looked like a bloody missing part of a face. I mean, ewww, what the hell is wrong with me?