A momentary recognition, a hanging cord that would be in the way, a need to move it, and a recollection that every other time I have seen this, I have remembered every previous time, a shared moment, a shared self, a tiny secret, with no area under it's curve. A light curiosity, after I am passed, this secret will cease to exist? No self, or many small fragments of self spanning humans, more selfsimilar? To pull solids from events is a creative event, many possible bridges over a set of three (or more) rivers. We cannot think without it -- thought is a set of bridges, but we can *absorb* the raw reality if we force ourselves to stop, for a bit. Appreciate the many possible ways bridges can be placed, and then tread again on our own. I return to building two puppies.
On the way to the field, the cow asked me for wings, bestowing upon me a new meaning for my life.. so I forgot it and continued to the field and lay there for hours, making wheat angels. The farmer asked me if I was ok, and I told him so he left. Between breaths I turned my head to breathe, and heard an eldrich voice telling knock-knock jokes, and so I knew it was time to go. I therefore stayed a bit longer to prove the point, hopped up, and returned to my home, the street corner. Thus went my holiday, "Water Appreciation Day". I hope yours went well too!
I am in a good mood. Today was wonderful. I woke up early and well-rested (as last night I went to bed as soon as I got back from work), went to work, and the new machine room was ready. I thus spent the entire day working on the racks, which was immensely satisfying. I made a few mistakes (having not worked with rack equipment for awhile), but came up with an amusing quip while fixing some of the errors -- "Even sysadmins occasionally need to be hit with a cluestick -- the difference between users and sysadmins is they're still holding the cluestick at the time". Whether that's a strange sort of masochism or a reminder not to laugh, I'm not sure, but it doesn't matter. Right after work, I got a ride to a teashop where I hung out with Dmitriy and Eric for a bit (and got some wonderful and free music that you all should check out). A quick trip for a Srees dinner preceded my trip home, where I made myself some nice tea, fed the cats, and sat down to play on the net for a bit, and I suddenly realised that I'm really happy. While having good events helps, I think being well-slept is a major component to what I need to be happy.
Some of my friends are not having such a good day (more than one of you, for the same reason). So, for the rest of you, backup your data, lest computer problems totally screw you over.