A nice morning. Slept in, and feel quite well rested. Morning treadmill while I watch the squirrels and birds ferret out the food I had left for them. A few interesting work projects for next week. A few home projects that are just waiting for warmer temperatures.
Engines in the distance.
From time to time I hear the sound of engines. Big ones. It seems as if they shake the room, shake the air. It sounds almost like a huge machine idling nearly. I hear it sometimes when I’m going to sleep, and when i shake my head to listen closer, it vanishes.
One night it had me wondering as I drifted off to sleep, if this wasn’t all an illusion. If the noise was perhaps the only real part of this experience, as I lay dreaming in my stasis pod, drifting among the stars. Rocked to sleep by the sound of mighty engines.
When I hear that voice again…
You are reading this. Your eyes scan the lines of text word by word, and assemble them into meaning. A collection of shapes agreed upon to make sounds which transform into language, thoughts, dreams and ideas.
Who is reciting this to you? Who is that voice you hear who is reading out these words as if reading a story to a young child? Is it a man? A woman? Are they old, or young? Do they have an accent, or a manner of speaking? Is it you? Are you sure?
Certainly that voice isn’t the same all the time.. it is an impressive mimic. It sings you that song you heard on the radio last week. It plays back the conversation you had with your boss, with your lover, with your ex-best friend. It speaks to you in the voice of your parents, your peers, and your worst enemies. Sometimes it lavishes you with previous praise. Sometimes it cuts you down with a remembered slight made fresh.
Is that really you? It’s certainly not your conscious mind — why would you run so far out of control, like a hyperactive child who refuses to go down for a nap? Your subconscious? Who is that then? It doesn’t have the same goals as you, certainly not the same motivations. You can’t make it be quiet on command, nor in many important moments.
This stranger in your head, who are they? That voice, when it’s not reciting something back to you like a parrot – whose voice is that? Would you recognize it if you heard it on the outside?
I’ve wondered if this voice doesn’t yell, or scream in fact at some people. Nothing says this voice is (or is bound to be) benign. Is that really you thinking that thought, or just listening and accepting?
I was looking back through my facebook posts.
I was hoping to find a few items and place them here. I went back through almost the whole year, and I found a lot of moments that resonated. Remembering how much I appreciate friends. All of the printers I made. The bears that wandered into our backyard to eat, then wrestle, and finally be captured by conservation officers, and taken away to be killed. My last moments with my cat shamus, after I brought him in to the vet for the last time, just ahead of the cancer eating him alive.
I did not find the bits I expected to find however, and so I’m going to place them into the next few posts. I don’t know why they didn’t surface, perhaps they were bigger in my head than I ever wrote down?
Dealing with design by committee is exhausting.
Dealing with design by committee is exhausting. There are a dozen ways to do the ‘right’ thing, but people get blinded to any idea they didn’t come up with. I wouldn’t care either way if these same folks had skin in the game, but frequently they dictate from on high, and leave actual implementation (or failure) to .. well, people like me.
Slow start to the morning.
Slow start to the morning. It’s hard to be motivated when it’s still pitch black outside. Ah well, up and at em.
Just finished Elantris.
Just finished Elantris. Such a surprising book! I now need to read more Sanderson. Luckily I won’t be disappointed there, I have a bunch of his books I’ve been meaning to read.
This should be a busy month.
This should be a busy month. Still waiting for the Glowforge to arrive. I have 3 more pieces to tackle wrt the CNC, and then I should be able to use it… if I can make my hands close working in the garage — it’s freezing!
The hunt for a good book continues. I have a number of books I’ve read before and quite enjoyed. I have a number of authors who’ve written more which I’m sure to enjoy. I’m trying new authors though, and overall I’m bitterly disappointed. I’ve even abandoned books mid page!
I’ll find one though. I need something to keep my mind occupied while tread-milling, if only to make the duration seem shorter.
I’ve switched away from wordpress. Christina has been trying out a number of different site engines, and she came across this one. I’m
I’ve switched away from wordpress. Christina has been trying out a number of different site engines, and she came across this one. I’m impressed, it’s everything I need too.
Another year, another post
It’s been over a year since my last post here, but now seemed as good a time as any.
A lot has happened since the last time I posted. Several job changes, a few meltdowns, some drama and tension, and a move to a new home.
I could go into it in detail, but I doubt that you (dear reader) are unaware if you know me, or interested if you don’t. Suffice to say things are better than they were, and looking to keep improving.
I think that’s it for now, this will have to do until I get enough enthusiasm to write something more detailed.