Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Chased out of my own head

It's 2:30am, and I don't want to go back to sleep.  I was snoozing along quite nicely, dreaming I was in some sort of desert place with family and nice scenery.  Then there was a pile of snakes and a big nasty one tried to climb into the pocket of my sweatshirt.  And that's where I left that "version" of me: with a snake in my pocket -- not thrilled about leaving the reptile there, but short of good options about how to remove it without getting bitten.

I woke with a shock.   I tried to lie back down, but my mind raced with how to remove a zip-front sweatshirt and get my arms out without disturbing the pocket contents.

Perhaps if I take the time to boot up the computer and write this entry, I'll then "forget" about it and decide that I want to try sleeping again.  Perhaps I can petition for a change of venue.or something.  It is my dream, afterall: it's pretty rummy if I can't even direct the action, eh?

Where are my just-plain-nice dreams?  Do I just wake up contended with those, letting them relax back into the pool of my self-conscious without another thought?  It seems like somewhere on the bell curve of my dreams, there should be at least a few that I wake up saying, "Wow, that was amazing!"

I can't think of any.  Let's try again now that I've conveniently forgot what drove me to this.  If only I hadn't written it at the top of this page.  Maybe this is one entry I don't have to proofread before publishing...

I think that's a gooj plann.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

The Once and Future Nerd

I'm pretty much a nerd.  I've read a few fantasy novels in my time that didn't have a British wizard on the cover.  I know three of the "Star Wars" movies by heart from wearing out the videotapes when I was younger.  I know that getting malaria cures one of syphilis because of the increased body temperature.  I know that the velocity of light (in a vacuum) is approximately 186,000 miles per second, or more accurately expressed as nearly 300,000,000 meters per second.

I know how to spell "vacuum".

But I am not the king of nerds.  I've read very few fantasy or sci-fi novels -- I tend to get bored with them.  I haven't even seen all of the "Star Wars" movies (skipped out on number 6... errr... 3).  I don't know anything else about malaria or syphilis.  I can't figure out when to change my car's oil.

And I have continual struggles trying to spell "successful".

It doesn't take much for me to recognize elements of my old nerdy self when I spot them in other people.  Like the guy at the Subway...

Tuesday, February 08, 2011

A Typical Typography?

When I was in high school, I took a course on typing.  It was in the "business skills" area of the high school, tucked into a corner on the second or third floor.  The center was a suite of classrooms of which I only ever entered two.  Those two were the so-called typing labs, filled with electronic typewriters and monochrome computers.  On the other side of the isolated hallway were the classrooms used for the academic business courses, but I never had any of those on my schedules.  Even now, I can't quite remember what they look like; it's a noticeable omission from a building that I spent four years wandering around for months at a time. 

I had spent some time learning typing years before.  One of the programs my parents had purchased for our IBM PS/2 at home was "Mavis Beacon Teaches Typing".  I don't know who Mrs. Beacon was, but the cover showed a smiling black woman with her head raised towards a high and faraway horizon.  I assumed she somehow worked with Harriet Tubman on the underground railroad, so great was this icon's seeming gravity and importance.

In the typing lab, we alternated between typing gibberish (ue9dm38fnt693k*j3#) and typing practical excerpts ("John looked over and saw that his beautiful wife was about to break wind in the presence of the archbishop.").  One of the things that was drilled into us was that there should always be two spaces placed after a period.

Now, everything is higgilty-piggilty.

Tuesday, February 01, 2011



Here's a brief video I shot at approximately 2pm today.  We're still in a blizzard, it's still plenty cold and windy, and the snow continues to fall.  Originally prepared this recording for my parents, who were wondering whether St. Louis would get anything besides sleet.

Please excuse my "stuffed-up-nose" heavy mouth breathing and pronunciations:  I'm still sick and I sound it.