Trickster

Groucho Mark

Don’t forget your glasses

After attending a recent university business meeting, one member of the group—a graduate student—came over and said I perked up the meeting.

She meant it in a nice way.

Your face lights up and I can see the gleam in your eye, she said.

It’s because I’m a trickster.

Now the secret is out.

Attending meetings is akin to being nibbled to death by ducks, as every reluctant bureaucrat knows.

My response is to treat meetings like theatre.

A performance.

You need to invoke humor. Irreverence. And kindness.

A Buddhist approach to butt-numbing meetings.

Find the humor and humanity.

At one meeting, my job was to signal each speaker when her time was ending.

I brought a pair of Groucho Marx glasses—the kind with a rubber nose and moustache.

I slipped on the glasses and glared at the speaker at the 5-minute wrap-up signal.

The levity helped brighten a dull afternoon.

#nativescience

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About Cynthia Coleman Emery

Professor and researcher at Portland State University who studies science communication, particularly issues that impact American Indians. She is enrolled with the Osage tribe.
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2 Responses to Trickster

  1. Russ L says:

    Nanabozhu is our Trickster. He can take any animal form he wants. So theoretically, he could look like Groucho Marx…or you! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Hyuny says:

    This is why I love you! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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