American Gypsy, Part II

The Bay Area, Santa Barbara, Ma's Cambridge, Bangkok, Manhattan, San Francisco, and LA. What a funny thing to note that there are ways in which the latter will be the cheapest city in which I've every lived.

Expectation

No matter what you do, if it’s of any significance whatsoever, someone will laugh at you.

Natural Music

Distant geese on an overcast morning.

Wonderland

In my Alice it's a centipede, not a caterpillar.

Little Symbolisms

Only secondarily for its semiotic weight, as apart of the preparation for our upcoming move, today I filled a bunch of my old dress socks with bits of food, bones, and sundry toys, tied them into knots, and fed them to my very grateful dogs.

The Virtue of Impatience, Part One

Impatience is a reasonable reaction to the brevity of things. Life is infinitesimally short. However, it seems that by all accounts different people experience time differently, and that a quality of real urgency is actually something fairly rare.

Patience is, indeed, a virtue, and one often absent when warranted as well, no argument. However, it can also be a terrible fault to move too slowly, as deer-in-the-headlights-as-a-default will at times be the shortest route to extinction. Sometimes the virtuous thing is instead to charge forward with all force and speed, without hesitation.

Balance in this just like everything else.

Television

Bless Chef Gordon Ramsey and Simon Cowell for in some small way making a corner of popular television safe for the unabashed search for excellence, even a context of cheapest-seat entertainment.

Counterproductive Design

Though I wasn’t in a hurry, I was eager to move forward with my errand: there are things in life in which we should revel and take time, and there are things that exist that exist simply to be moved through, to be gotten done with — and a balanced life lends patience to the former but efficiency to the latter, as efficiency exists in a healthy environment to get to the good stuff as quickly as possible.

Pulling into the parking lot, the car immediately in front of me was an attractive, low-riding truck. The few large speed bumps between the destination and me would have been barely noticeable and quickly surpassed by my simple, stock vehicle and we would have been on our way without barely a glance. However, these ultimately came to be a great obstacle to the truck preceding me, and therefore, consequently, me, as the truck’s attractive design forced the vehicle to take a ridiculous amount of time and to drive diagonally as well, thereby taking up the entire driveway area and turning the stupid into an entire event. It was an amazing example of sadly counterproductive design. No, it is not enough to be pretty — the truly beautiful is also in some way useful.