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Fixing stuff, myself included…
Alignment
Task of the day for me is filling in the unfinished pages of this site. I’ve become so obsessed with blogging that I’ve failed to complete this site in all it’s “glorious detail”. However, that said, I still have something to say before taking off for the hinterlands of the design galaxy.
What craziness are you willing to share today?
There is no light without darkness!
So what, anybody knows that?
Yeah, but do we really ever think about it? Only in a rearview mirror sort of way, is it part of our consciousness. The relationship between mirrors and reflection is odd in itself; rather like a film negative:
if you don’t know, or can’t remember how you took the picture it’s hard to tell from the negative which way is forwards and which is backwards unless there are words in the picture.
Well then, why do people say a picture is worth a thousand words?
Hmmmm, now that’s a good question. Perhaps it’s because some of us can’t read, or maybe because it only takes a second to look at a picture compared to the time it takes to read a thousand words, or it could be that pictures elicit more of an emotional response than words do, or it could be a thousand other reasons and each reason could be described in one word. Now if the last were the case and each word could be represented by an image, then what would you think? Now maybe you see convolutedly how one could become obsessed with blogging!
“Designated driver, on the information highway.”
Christmas Ghosts
Does everyone have a tale about their worst Christmas, or their best Christmas? Do the tales revolve around gifts given and received, or around emotional events and people linked forever with a season? I used to have a cat named Jane who kept track of all the lovers who had passed/past through my life. When Jane died she was twenty two years old; that was a few years back, and now I’ve lost track of who went with what, and which was which, and what happened when. The living of a life sometimes occurs without conscious participation. You rummage through a drawer looking for one thing and find another instead. Memories flicker, flame and extinguish; years compressed into one smiling moment or one brief sigh are much easier than living in the moment.
Why is it hard to live in the moment?
It’s a paradox, because living in the moment in one sense requires being unaware of the moment (totally present in whatever) and in another sense being totally aware of the moment. As always the key lies in awareness. Perhaps it’s the scope of ones awareness that is paramount. Must rush off to “real world” concerns …finish looking through the drawer later today.
Well, as I come back later and read over this, I think I’ll just say, “happy solstice” (when the sun reaches it’s northern most point on the celestial sphere: Dec. 21 or 22). FYI = all was perfectly aligned with the direction to the center of the Galaxy at the turn of the Millennium (2000), and yet we have the topsyturvy world of today. On September 11th living in the moment was a given for many of us in the western hemisphere. Is celestial alignment of little consequence, or did we failed to see the significance in the gathering darkness?
Gathering Darkness?
Girl you better put that black crayon away!
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Another Road Trip
The trip was not without car incidents, although the lack of a viable radio (see yesterday’s post) made no difference whatsoever. While parked in the lot in front of a Kmart in Cambridge MD, my car was sideswiped by an old guy with alzheimers. He had been left in a car alone and was driving from the passenger seat at 40 miles an hr. He crashed into at least 8 cars; mine was the one with the least damage thank god. She’s an old car, but much relied on and needed. If she’d been totaled I couldn’t replace her based on the Blue Book value (see how much your’s is worth). Who knows what will happen, when? Fifteen sec. before he hit my car I was getting out the driver side door; the door he hit.
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Coffee in the AM
In my reply to an email this morning, I found myself writing about how little things can make us happy/satisfied especially when the big things aren’t going right. One of those little things is my 3 cups of coffee in the morning. It’s not even real coffee; it’s instant, but I happen to be the queen of instant coffee, or so I’ve been told. Well it turns out by the time I finished listing how my coffee has to be:
- in a particular cup
- with a particular kind of creamer
- exactly the right amount of creamer
- just the right temperature
I think maybe it’s not such a small thing after all. Check out spiders on caffeine and the weaving of webs.
What happened to the window?
Luckily the window did not blow out yesterday; I didn’t have to deal with it. I’m reminded of what a friend once said to me about car problems, “if the car starts to sound funny, just turn up the radio”. Apparently you’re only really in trouble if the radio stops working. Suddenly I’m nervous about the road trip I’m making today, because the radio hasn’t worked for about 6 months. Mostly I miss listening to the Diane Rehm Show on NPR. Today I will miss the little known radio ability to drown out car trouble. Since the window is still relatively in place, it joins the growing ranks of things that must be dealt with “someday”. “If it ain’t broke don’t fix it, and if it’s broke don’t mess with it”.
Got anymore radio stories?
Yes, there is another little known radio secret, and that is the old “radio rationale” story. When I was a teenager I was upstairs in my room with my 2 sisters. We were getting stoned and listening to the radio. My dad came to the bottom of the stairway and called up, “what’s going on up there?” and one of my sisters replied, “oh just the radio dad.”
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Wind
Wind is gusty this morning; hoping the damn window doesn’t blow out. On the third floor of my house one of the panes is in pieces and held together with masking tape. It’s been that way for maybe 4 years; I guess I’ll have to deal with it. There are always so many other things I’d rather do. Got to either go back to old way of naming archives, or figure out how to tweak the script so it works in Netscape 4.7. Maybe switch to SSI or PHP for archives. Any minute that damn window is going down or flying in. If you’re feeling really “nutzy koo koo” you can go here to Psycho Studio and edit your own shower scene! aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh
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Tongue in Shoe
That’s somewhere between tongue in cheek and foot in mouth. Then there’s hoof and mouth disease; maybe that’s where putting your foot in your mouth came from. Now we’ve got mad cow disease so goodbye beef tartar and hello well done.
How did we get from tongue in shoe to well done?
By jumping from one slightly off connection to another. Connections/associations are the quintessential wiring of our lives. It is the connections or the lack of connections that determine the flow of ideas, the path of a dream, and the values I assign to them if I am connected in ways that allow me to notice those particular connections. However, assigning a value to a variable doesn’t preclude assigning that same variable a different value at a different place in time or for that matter removing the variable from the equation.
If variables can always take on a different value, how can I be sure of anything?
The “answer” is you can’t! If you can live your life without any expectations, you will never be disappointed. This morning I am feeling disappointed.
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