Learned: A catchupy day doesn’t necessarily come with fries. DA called yesterday evening and I haven’t checked the VM yet. FL is eager to connect with DA, and I haven’t connected them yet. DA heading to Humboldt. The X in iPhone X is pronounced “ten.” There are currently few laws making your face, or an image of your face, your personal property. If you are in an accident and your face is damaged, the new iPhone X may not recognize you and you will not be able to call for help. TC and I are in touch on “Handout” – the dyslexic version of Hangout. TC prefers the initials “TC” over the other options. Tautology = saying the same thing twice only in different ways.
3. Getting more sleep in the morning after not sleeping well in the night. Getting an email from my lovely doctor in Uganda. Desk facing the door. 3.
Seems: Like I got inspired to reconstitute myself as the possibility of being courageous, radical and confronting, and the outcome is that humanity has the difficult conversations that transform us to the human race we long to be. Like the headache and pain in the middle of my back is worsened by unresolved dehydration from the heat wave weekend. Like it’s taking an awfully long time to put together the case to prosecute and impeach the current president and his crones. Like getting more sleep in the morning establishes the day as half-wasted. Like building momentum is out of reach and contraction in inevitable. Like communication could be largely related to as what is released or un-withheld.
New Habit: I am starting a new habit this morning. Sitting up at my new OLD desk to write vs. twisting around in bed to attempt to say what needs to be said. A good start. I’ll call it “getting out of bed.” (Having written this here last time had me get out of bed to finish writing this.)
Accomplished: Put something here. Fixed broken kettle since they wouldn’t take it back but refunded me anyway. Got reimbursed for something else I bought twice by saying “I wasn’t well at the time.”
Thinking about: How behind I feel. JB’s deep illness and sleeplessness.How Grammarly being down can be dangerous, now that I’m dependent on it.
Q: (i.e.): If we are the counting species, how would life be if we related to one or once as enough (instead of three or “more”)?
Q: Could you stop counting? The answer is no, you could not stop counting.
Q: What are you counting that, no matter what the number, is not enough?
My Answers: Well, I would love the freedom from longing for another. It would solve many of my dietary/inventory issues, and transform choosing from deciding from what’s already known, to really creating and choosing in the moment. I think it would include a lot more forgetting, but not the kind that is a problem. I could just say “I knew that once.” End of story.
A: Could you stop counting? Yeah, at this point, we all have the OCD of counting. We can’t stop measuring. We have developed a world that can mostly be broken down to some kind of number system.
A: Amount left is often not enough (e.g., I’m on my last bottle of seltzer and it’s only the 13th). Where my body weight is concerned, it’s actually too much, or the inverse is that I HAVEN’T LOST ENOUGH. If beauty can be measured, I’ve lost too much, even though I get that is a past-based conversation about missed opportunities for getting attention.
Video: https://youtu.be/LDcm6twPEJA
Reading: I want to read something, and I don’t feel free to spend the time.