tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366057576621910756.post6755612683183955960..comments2023-08-29T10:29:45.181-04:00Comments on Bread Box: SynchronicityBreadBoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14551973313066578118noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366057576621910756.post-37149288342116638112009-10-24T21:15:28.843-04:002009-10-24T21:15:28.843-04:00I scored a free copy of Garp when they decided to ...I scored a free copy of Garp when they decided to give away thousands of copies in the UK as a promo deal. I loved, and still do love, the book.<br />The equivalent joke, by the way, is of the nervous flier who always carried a bomb on a plane, on the grounds that the odds that a plane would have two bombs on were miniscule.<br /><br />Of course, the correct perspective is that the odds of a plane crashing into any particular house are miniscule. The odds of a house being hit for a second time, given that it's already been hit, are the same as the odds that a house in another town will be hit (not really --- a house that has been hit has been exhibited to be on a flight path, in a slightly riskier area, etc.... -- but the truth is still reasonably close to what I said)BreadBoxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14551973313066578118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366057576621910756.post-78220418175071551042009-10-24T20:41:32.023-04:002009-10-24T20:41:32.023-04:00Oh, Ok..... but some things out there aren't e...Oh, Ok..... but some things out there aren't explainable. Or maybe I'm just a Pollyanna who wants to believe in Jungian Synchronicity. <br /><br />did you ever read The World According to Garp? In the story, Garp and his wife are out looking for a house to buy. While they are checking one out, a plane crashes into the side of it. Right then and there, Garp decides to buy that house because he figures the odds are that a plane will never hit it again. That scene cracked me up, and obviously stayed with me for YEARS.awarenesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06098432781380754899noreply@blogger.com