On Cats

Why is it that when one sees a cat sitting at a water bowl, staring into space, one does not see a mere animal? Rather, one sees a supreme being contemplating the infinite mysteries of the universe contained within a single water molecule.

Sometimes

I think I am worse than a dog. Went walking with a friend yesterday, chatting amiably. Then we walked past a couple of friends playing frisbee and all thoughts of conversation just went flying out of my head. I felt my body tensing as my mind raced to calculate trajectories and relative speeds to CHASE THE FRISBEE, CHASE THE FRISBEE, CATCH THE FRISBEE.

Woof.

Fond memory

While reading through an article, a couple of neurons fired deep in my brain and I recalled something from way back when. I am old enough that I recall the use of floppies, 3 1/4 " floppies that is. And boy did you know when a pc was reading from one. Cause the whole table would vibrate and the pc would emit a sound like a pterodactyl in heat: "AAAHHHHKKKK SKRRRIIIKKK WAAKA WAAKA WAAKA".

Good times.

Communication

I think modern communication technology is wonderful. It allows us to stay in contact with friends and family around the world, with minimal delay. We are a vast network of nodes, connected by the best that technology can offer.

However, when one of these nodes decides to disconnect, the isolation is complete. Simply because the other technology reliant nodes have no way of establishing a connection.

And today I find that fact strangely comforting.

I know not anymore

I think it is the ultimate cruelty to be given the ability to think and reason, only to have those abilities stripped away by the hormones and cocktail of chemicals that courses through one's brain. These days the me that is I feels decidedly off kilter. With my intellectual side fighting to stay the course, knowing that I must wait, be patient. While my physical and emotional sides try to run rampart, demanding attention, satisfaction, gratification, now, want want want.

I think I would laugh if it was not happening to me. Sometimes I do laugh and just shake my head, as I watch events unfold around me. Powerless to stop, not even sure I would want to if I could. But the worst is feeling like a spectator in my own life, observing the cause and effect of my actions, praying to God that the plans I had laid while possessing a modicum of sanity will see me through the times when I can't seem to hold onto a single coherent thought.

Only two things give me hope. For all the tumult, my life does not feel like a soapy. And as the Chinese say: Good happenings must go through many trials and tribulations.

Budo

Move in low and fast,
a flurry of movement ensues
and uke lies broken