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Let My People Grow.
Fri.02.11.00.00.55
Today I was at the office, making some photocopies, when an attractive thirtysomething six foot blond woman who was passing through the faculty lounge stopped to talk to me. She was very friendly, and asked where I was from and how long I expected to be working at the office. She told me about the courses she was teaching, and I told her about the document I was helping to prepare, and mentioned that I'm visiting from the east coast, staying with a friend. Then she left. It was fairly pleasant as office chit-chat goes. Then, while I was using the paper cutter, she suddenly appeared again, saying "Here, in case you need something to do while you're in Phoenix." And she handed me this:
Here's what the web site outlines as the primary goals of this organization: The Central Arizona Tall Society is a social organization whose purpose is to provide men and women of exceptional height an opportunity to benefit mutually by:
Educating and encouraging them to be undeterred in their outlooks and activities regardless of their height.
Informing the public as to needs of Tall People, including but not limited to obtaining clothes, accommodations and facilities of adequate size and convenience.
Establishing, coordinating and promoting such other and further activities to provide and facilitate the exchange of information and ideas towards the happiness and welfare of Tall People which includes both social and community service activities. Finally, a social institution of individuals who understand me and other Tall People like me! I'm sick and tired of you midgets getting snagged among my legs while I'm walking. I'm sick and tired of the comments, the endless references to basketball, the constant stories about your tall relatives. I'm sick and tired of being opressed. I long to be among Tall People who understand me and the trials of my day to day existence. And I've just learned that these organizations are all across America. So watch your back, pipsqueak. Hey, Ryan, can you help me get something off the top shelf? Hey, little guy. Eat me. There are pictures on the CATS (Central Arizona Tall Society) site of last year's halloween party, and they look just like all the other party photos you've ever seen, except everyone's head is closer to the ceiling. That's because the people at the party are Tall People.
In ordinary height news, this Yahoo headline says it all: Russians Can't Find 'Revolutionary' Space Craft. [via rebeccablood]
On a saddening note, Actor Jim "Ernest" Varney dies at 50 of lung cancer. The man made me laugh. The article mentions that he was performing Shakespeare professionally at the age of 16, but he never told his high school teachers. That is cool.
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I received an email advertising the Relisys Dimera 3500 Digital Camera. It costs only 99.95, and it's a pretty darn good deal. Flash, auto-timer, fixed focal length, 2MB cartridge, 640x480 resolution, software, strap, carrying case, imaging software. This is by far the best starter consumer digital camera deal yet. It wont replace your 35mm, but if you need pics for the web and to send to friends, its a great way to start.
10:24 PM |
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Of The Rood.
Fri.02.11.00.20.47
I have just been awakened from an evening nap by a strange man knocking at my door, looking for someone else. I fell asleep after finishing Douglass Coupland's Life After God, and had a sequence of vivid dreams that included, among other things: my friends Josh, Sara, and David Fox (David, via a phone call), a man with work boots on a crowded elevator, Megan of Megan.nu, myself running to catch a train, a kid named Levi Dalton to whom I havent spoken in two years, two people having sex under a bed in the next room, a woman employed in food-service with a ripped shirt and a hairy back, a slow motion game of basketball with Kareem Abdul Jabar, a maze of wooden hallways under construction, and a guy asking me and my friends to leave the house and go "to my own basement". Not necessarily in that order.
I rarely have dreams that I can remember so clearly. I remember an episode of Star Trek, Next Generation in which no one on the Enterprise was able to dream, and everyone (except Data, for obvious reasons) started to lose their shit, to totally go insane. Have you ever tried to stay awake for a long, long time? My record is about 52 hours, sometime during my softmore year at BU, if I remember correctly, for social and academic reasons. But after 36 hours, I didn't feel tired... I was just loopy, with a touch of mushrooms. If our brains don't have a chance to fiddle around with various permutations of reality, by creating and experimetning with phony situations and scenarios, we go insane. It's as if our unified, linear perception of conscious reality is defined by what our minds know to be imagined. How the hell did that evolve? Dogs dream, but do birds? WTF? I've been reading about the purpose of dreams on a University site focusing on a Quantitative Study of Dreams. I also stumbled onto Dream Lover, Inc., a side which looks at dreams from both spiritual and psycological perspectives, and includes a list of 383 dream symbols.
Occasionally, I have a fantastic dream where I'm completely in control, but usually when I realize that I'm dreaming, I wake up. I had a dream last summer in Plymouth in which I climbed out of bed, headed downstairs, and casually walked into my kitchen to join my family for breakfast. It felt like a normal day, until I realized that my grandmother, who passed away two years ago, was with us in the kitchen. Suddenly realizing that I was dreaming, I jumped into the air in slow motion, changed the direction of gravity, and landed with my feet on the wall. Then, thinking "practically", I ran out of the house to look for a girl... but I woke up while jumping off of the front porch in slo-mo. It felt absolutely real, and it was the same sensation I experienced in my Kareem basketball dream earlier. Lucid Dream Induction offers a rather insightful Guide to Lucid Dreaming that includes both suggestions and examples.
How can anyone not find dreams intriguing? Dreaming is ridiculous. Human existence is absurd. Thank God for love, beauty and comedy.
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