Archive for August, 2007

On feeling Quixotic

Tuesday, August 21st, 2007

Caught up in the romance of noble deeds and the pursuit of unreachable goals — American Heritage Dictionary

If there was one word to describe how I am feeling now I suppose that would be it. It has been an interesting flurry of days starting Sunday August 12th. Crazy things have happened. I have been inspired, impressed, depressed, driven to tears, in awe, felt pangs of hunger and longing. From the actions of a simple few I have realized exactly how much time, effort and energy I have wasted on those who are not worthy of my attention. I think I really have a new understanding for the term slumming; To visit impoverished areas or squalid locales, especially out of curiosity or for amusement. Except in my case I wasn’t entirely aware I was doing it and the “slum” as it were was not a place but a group of people.

I want to be better than I am now and to make that kind of change… well it hurts. Two of my three bad habits, the third is rather personal, are smoking cigarettes and drinking too much diet coke. Trying to quit myself of one is prevented or made worse by the other. Doing both at the same time has proven to be a trial. If it was just that by itself I would not be so on edge but there are exacerbating circumstances that defy logical description and I can not simply convey with letters.

But, on that front I have found that Van Halen has been especially soothing. Led Zepplin to a lesser extent too. Specifically I am referring to track 2 of 5150, track 9 of For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge, and track 7 of 1984.

On the different way I see the world

Friday, August 10th, 2007

I am very lucky to be employed at the place where I work. I get to do things that I enjoy; namely working on computers and driving all over the state. At my workbench I have various tools, screwdrivers, miscellaneous parts et cetera. Also among my tools is the very useful but innocuous paper plate. Having a nice container for all the screws that come out of laptops is of utmost importance. Nothing screams poor workmanship than not having all the screws or bolts or parts put back from whence they came. With my paper plate I can keep them all in a nice place and they do not get lost.

Now, the reason for this post is something that makes me smile every time I see it. You see, after losing a few of these very useful paper plates I started writing my name on them so they would not wander off or be used for their original purpose of holding food. Now, my paper plate not only has my name on it but a little message not to destroy this oh so useful tool.

My plate now reads “Spencer” on one line and “Do not destroy” on another. However, my sideways brain reads this as “Spencer, do not destroy!” as if the Spencer of the past made a note to self for the Spencer of the future to remind him not to use his powers to destroy things. It makes me smirk.

What can I say?