Vastness and Music
The world is still tremendous! And I am still rather small. I spoke with a dear friend earlier today who said he is learning how to be small on this vast planet. He said it’s terrifying to embrace that reality. I don’t know if I find it terrifying — but that could perhaps be why I feel so timid so often.
I don’t know how to handle the vastness, and I scurry away.
Anywho, my computer stopped working, so I’ve been confined to my iPhone.
Do you know what’s utter insane? People used to work on typewriters. Like, that used to be a thing. One sheet of paper at a time with tock-tock-tock for typing. The letterheads could get tangled, the ink could run out, the margins could be misaligned. Don’t get me started on overall formatting and editing!
Going back even farther! There was a time when whole pages had to be set out with tiny little stamps for letters or common words and then pressed against a page.
Craziness.
Therefore, I confess that I have become a bit too comfortable with my technology, and so, to a large degree, I have confined myself. My equipment has not confined me.
Salted caramel: holy heck, I could drink a vat of the stuff. I’d die of sugar overdose, but it’d be worth it.
In other news, metal is great music. I’ve been struggling about music for a while — but I’m not quite ready to dive headlong into that just yet. Regardless, imagine having to listen to viking metal or dubstep every week for an hour, and you will begin to imagine how I feel about certain other genres.
A song or two here and there makes for dandy diversity. An endless flow of the same stuff makes for dour drudgery.
I don’t know. It’s a wrestle. I got my issues. You’ve got yours. Let’s call it even and go back to writing literature.
Ka-chow.
I don’t know how to handle the vastness, and I scurry away.
Anywho, my computer stopped working, so I’ve been confined to my iPhone.
Do you know what’s utter insane? People used to work on typewriters. Like, that used to be a thing. One sheet of paper at a time with tock-tock-tock for typing. The letterheads could get tangled, the ink could run out, the margins could be misaligned. Don’t get me started on overall formatting and editing!
Going back even farther! There was a time when whole pages had to be set out with tiny little stamps for letters or common words and then pressed against a page.
Craziness.
Therefore, I confess that I have become a bit too comfortable with my technology, and so, to a large degree, I have confined myself. My equipment has not confined me.
Salted caramel: holy heck, I could drink a vat of the stuff. I’d die of sugar overdose, but it’d be worth it.
In other news, metal is great music. I’ve been struggling about music for a while — but I’m not quite ready to dive headlong into that just yet. Regardless, imagine having to listen to viking metal or dubstep every week for an hour, and you will begin to imagine how I feel about certain other genres.
A song or two here and there makes for dandy diversity. An endless flow of the same stuff makes for dour drudgery.
I don’t know. It’s a wrestle. I got my issues. You’ve got yours. Let’s call it even and go back to writing literature.
Ka-chow.
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