He had out a bandsaw and was halfway up a light pole, sawing away. He looked down, saw me staring, and sighed. "I'm an Urban Lumberjack, this is what we do. What? Are you some kind of conservationist?" A few more saws... "I'm gathering important resources so we can continue development... Surely you see how that's important..." A bit more sawing... "The damage is excusable..." and the pole started to fall, landing on the street, crushing a few cars with sparks shooting out from where it had been cut, the power in the neighbourhood going out a moment later. He rubbed his hands briskly and started to come down.
There are times when, depending on how much else is going on in my head at the time, I can be dense to body language or lack the courage to act on instinct. Sometimes the pieces come together later on and it's one of those wonderful hand-on-head moments. I am sure this experience is common.
At work, I keep worrying that things will fall apart when I am gone. I realise that I theoretically should be worrying about my future and my life instead, but.. I guess it's a nice distraction. There's so much knowledge to pass on, and judgement itself can't be passed on either, being close to instinct. I would love to have the time to put together course materials for a class on systems administration (although the idea of putting together course materials for a class on any CS (or other topics I'm qualified to teach in) topic would be a thrill).
Manischewitz soups are almost as disgusting as Manischewitz wine. I am impressed - one of the worst soups I've ever had. It somehow smells nice, which makes the taste very surprising. They should stick to making Matzoh (which is fairly hard to get wrong).
It's sometimes weird watching some people fail at social interactions - how they don't get the feedback that some styles of interaction, schtick, tone, etc, don't work and make them disliked, so they'll never correct these things. Mental blindness is something I've often wondered about - if one can't see the cues, how could one possibly adapt except by finding brutally honest people (who are pretty rare, I've come to find) to point these things out? The same goes for some forms of being "not mentally right".. Seeing others have such problems sometimes make me wonder if I'm like that - I know that if I'm really paying attention to all the cues and stop thinking about all the other things I'm usually chewing on (e.g. philosophy, math/logic puzzles, playing with theoreticals, etc), I can charm people, read them, and be good at smalltalk. It's just usually too much trouble to do that when I'm under the pressure of interacting with people so I'm at best scatterbrained and distant. My ideal of communication is with someone whom I have already shared most of the random thoughts that flow through my head and permute, and I can pick up on any of these ideas and chew on it with them. It's been really rare that I've built that level of rapport with someone (nobody right now). I wonder if the people I've known who have social interaction failures (which might or might not include me) are off in their own world, don't care about the failures, or completely lack the ability to read people (curiosity: Autism versus Prosopagnosia as relating to social dysfunction).
I was recently weirded out that the visual gimmick used on the cover of Kundera's Unbearable Lightness of Being, a floating hat (possibly over an empty suit), is also used by Signet Classics' printing of HG Wells' Invisible Man.