Steve Jobs riding his 1966 BMW. |
It's news to me that there could be anything tedious about life-changing-experiences-talk--on the other hand, I suppose there's a lot of earnest bloviation ('My mom's my best friend!') that seems like, but is not, appropriate date-convo. The other thing is that it's not always easy to itemize just how your life changed: I've never read Pirsig's book (I bought it after another student mentioned it in my advisor's social theory grad seminar, but never recovered the motivation to read it after bumping into the Big Guy at the cash register and being airily informed that his 13-year old daughter had found it a bit facile), but I'm sure I'd run into the same minefield with Ms. Heiblum if I tried to wax lyrical on my personal road-to-Damascus moment.