Authority
I don't really want to write. I feel it pushing, pressing, ironing out wrinkles in metaphor and the like. It weighs me down. But I don't appreciate the pressure.
Isn't there something spiffy about irrational numbers?
I don't really want to write. I feel it pushing, pressing, ironing out wrinkles in metaphor and the like. It weighs me down. But I don't appreciate the pressure.
It's about that time. About time to worry and fret. Everything's running out on me. Only the fence keeps the dogs home, but lapsing time means an end to it all.
I dunno today. Watched this bug crawl into a cement crack infested with ants. It seemed to falter for a while, but a bit later it struggled out of the crack and wandered off to blades of grass.
Found this interesting quote today.
Economists and historians alike realize that there is a deep difference between homo economicus and homo creativus. One makes the most of what nature permits him to have. The other rebels against nature's dictates. Technological creativity, like all creativity, is an act of rebellion. (Joel Mokyr)
Rollo May introduces and defines the classic Greek conception of the "daimonic" or darker side of our being, noting that "the daimonic (unlike the demonic, which is merely destructive) is as much concerned with creativity as with negative reactions. ... constructiveness and destructiveness have the same source in human personality. The source is simply human potential."
from interview with Stephen A. Diamond, PhD: The Psychology of Creativity
We've just spent over a thousand dollars. On a banjo, an F-style mandolin, some cable, some picks, a pick-up, some brushes.
It occurred to me on a recent yesterday that I meant to comment to myself on this choice of template thingie. Quite simple. It reminds me of shoes and phones.
The Internet really makes something new of April Fool's Day. I look forward to it every year now, more than Christmas. In the past, you might get the chance to trick a couple of friends, play some kind of prank. Look now though. The 'net brings to life a web of elaborate creativity.
To make up for lost time, here again, drink in hand. So much is so demanding of my attention. Hearing someone talking about beer at work, for instance. Instantly better than most other conversations, so I move with gravity. Beer, you say?
I decided to look up this band again. I check every so often, just because I knew two of the guys in it back in the days of high school, and I like to see how things are coming along for them. They're still going strong, with a major label now, still touring, still being goofy (to judge by the web site). That warms my heart when I go out for a scheduled smoke break in the chilly damp weather. Covered in tattoos, still doing their thing.