<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[shattersnipe: malcontent &amp; rainbows]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://fozmeadows.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[fozmeadows]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://fozmeadows.wordpress.com/author/fozmeadows/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[The Spirit Of&nbsp;Inquiry]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p>Prior to seeing <em>The Social Network </em>today, my beloved and I were lunching in the Crown Casino foodcourt. Apropos absoluely nothing and after a long silence, Toby looked up from his Grand Angus burger and spake thus:</p>
<p>TOBY: I have a strange question.</p>
<p>ME: Mm?</p>
<p>TOBY: What if you had an implant or something &#8211; a microchip under your skin &#8211; that worked as a wireless internet network. Would you say you <em>had</em> a wireless network, or that you <em>were </em>a wireless network?</p>
<p>ME: *stunned silence, followed by helpless laughter*</p>
<p>TOBY: But it&#8217;s a relevant question! Because you might say, I <em>have</em> a guitar, but you&#8217;d also say, I <em>am</em> a doctor.</p>
<p>Such are the everyday perils of being married to a philosopher.</p>
<p>The everyday perils of being (a) geeky and (b) a writer mean that I eventually gave a serious answer, once my ribs had stopped shaking.</p>
<p>But that&#8217;s another story.</p>
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