Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Puns and Meaning Making

One of the common interests my father and I shared was an appreciation of puns. To my family’s annoyance, I’ve maintained that interest over the years. Such a set of interests, means that some amount of my thought processes are always taken up by scanning for possible pun opportunities. Like a computer’s security scanner, I’m constantly searching. During class last week, I stumbled on a not particularly clever (are any that clever?) pun while also discussing one of Charles Sanders Peirce’s sign trichotomies. This coincidence provided the opportunity for another quick, high-falutin’ blog post on mundane social interaction and meaning making.