The month that was is fully described and live now. In the header menu under Books, each month will be fully accounted for as time moves forward.
I don’t know what the problem is. My aunt is a previous engineer for MCI, once managerial over 10 men; also an Army veteran. Yet she still gives away a trivial misuse of the words idea and ideal. She rarely squares them up. I’m piggybacking on having mentioned her in my previous post, Kaleidoscopes. She is a rich character and will inevitably be due her worthy time and lengthy place in my writing. I find it funny how the littlest things trip us up. It is curious what we retain, how we remember and learn so differently. People who sound off random literary lines or quotes in Latin always amaze me. As a number of industries crumble under the weight of flaws exposed, it should be noted that this is a fault … Read More
This perfectly illustrates my previous last week. Apologies for my absence last Sunday evening. For some reason carousels [in North America we call them merry-go-rounds] make me think of kaleidoscopes. Kaleidoscopes remind me of one of my aunt’s ex longterm relationships. This man had an entire wall in his living room of what seemed like floating, dark wood shelves. On them were a multitude of framed pictures (a talented photographer with a home-installed dark room), Galileo thermometers, and kaleidoscopes. These latter devices were as small as a hand to as long as the length of an arm. Their worth evidenced by their weight: plastic, brass, solid silver, or gold. Their weight an insight into their carriage. Each a contribution to … Read More
Some addenda to my previous Ode to Sleep post: Quartz Obsession on sleep deprivation. Coincidentally appropriate Nobel Prizes were allocated. Of course there are outliers. Elon Musk and Martha Stewart are known to sleep very few hours a night. Really though, all the Nobel Prize awarding this week has me reflecting on the worst of science and one bad habit in particular. I remember the myriad projects I turned in as far back as eight years old. And just as early, I recall questioning the word hypothesis. It seems to imply an anticipation, how things will turn out. A real experiment is considerably more random, thus static variables. We are fallible, the dynamic variable: experimenter; questioner; builder of the project; … Read More
From where I sit: I’ve slept ~6 hours in the last two nights, each. This.is.no.bueno.for.me. Zombie-esque. 7.5 hours is my minimum. I hate everything otherwise! I don’t verbalize it as such, but I think it. I think it so hard. I am concrete being drug through mud. Over the years, under the guise of this fog, I’ve made objective observations. The experience has repeated itself enough, I can somewhat rise above it. There’s always the general anger over the circumstance; the physical ache within my self, my body; the negative thoughts…The real fist punches are the negative thoughts. Now an observer of them, I can classify them as ‘other’, as apart from me and very circumstantial. I’ve learned to overcome … Read More