Mechanical Me

My brain had a flash after seeing a picture of the three Olympic runners baring their respective flags.  Kind of Chuck style between the cube that had that picture and about 50′ later when I started down the stairs I wondered how mechanized people were making themselves.  Artificial, supplementary lifestyle conditions or choices to satisfy some objective.  Becoming the best human at something, obtaining a feeling of adequacy, trying to live up to being noticed by someone else, etc.

Surprisingly this isn’t coming from the cynicism sector of my brain, as is common for this sorta train of thought(s).  It turned out being more of an interested observance of natural selection at work through the diversity if ideas and inspirations people apply themselves toward.  Mechanized action through repetitive motion to keep our bodies in form, nutrition through food manufactured or bred, and time/social management devices.

As humanity becomes more aware we incidentally become more aware of our own processes and seek to utilize that.  That is inherently true for the Earth and the universe itself.  Is there a balance that can be reached met where we can enjoy ourselves while seeing ourselves as systematic flesh in a mechanized universe?

The answer is yes.

Dream of Flying

I had a continuation dream last night… meaning the dream I had last night is like a second episode to a dream I’ve had once before. It’s interesting that I never end up recalling my dreams unless they’re in a story format and usually there needs to be more than one of similar context before I pay them any notice.

I had the first dream some time this year… sometime in January I think. As you’d expect in the dream I play the protagonist.  What may be a little odd is that the protagonist and other characters in most of my dreams don’t have much in the way of physical details. They’re all basically just conceptual. I don’t know what I’m wearing and don’t conceive of what I look like. I may notice clothing on other people, but that’s more of a reference as to who and where they are in dreamy space/time. I never notice the head unless there’s some feature of particular interest there.

Anyway, this dream seems to occur around an air strip of some sort, all I recall is pavement and the curved warehouses you typically see at older airports. There is also a white single winged, single engine prop-plane (plane with a propeller) with an open cockpit… actually it went back and forth with the cock pit.

In the first dream my father bought this white plane but he wasn’t going to use it for whatever reason so I needed to take care of it. Then he was gone. The rest of the dream is even more vague. The most vivid memory is flying the plane into a landing on a short landing strip that was surrounded with trees and grass where curly hair girl and overall mechanic guy were waiting and thought it was a pretty special thing to do. The youngish female with curly hair, locks similar to what Brigid Brannagh usually has going on, and a mechanic that always wore tan overalls originated at the airport. I don’t remember any middle story.

The second dream the plane is there and for some reason the airport turned into more of a little strip of pavement like a boat dock for air planes to park and take off from. Curly hair girl was flustered that it was being so used and she made a new rule that planes needed insurance to use that strip… which reduced it to just mechanic guy and her… and I was looking for my paperwork because I recall my father talking extensively about it. I looked in the glove box… because planes have glove boxes, duh! My truck… because I own a old ~50’s pickup in my dream. Then a black leather pouch beside the plane… because dad needed his extra books and nick-knacks that he couldn’t put in the open-cockpit. I remember that there were some games from my mom’s usual rack of games in the pouch; I also remembering that I’m in a dream and thought it was silly. There were also lots of various papers and books. Then I asked curly hair girl what I was looking for and she mentioned the name of an insurance company, Platz I think (doesn’t really exist, I looked it up), and as soon as she said the name I found the yellow carbon-type paper. No idea where it came from other than a plastic baggie of various other papers.

To celebrate we flew to a movie in Salem… it was like a fly-in movie theater similar to the old drive-ins (there’s still one in Newberg). I was scared shitless because I had never dealt with air-traffic control and I anticipated being the cause of a sky-wreck. Luckily I was flying on the top of a large jet instead, which accidentally side-swipped another jet causing me to fall into the corner of two perpendicular white walls and slide down into a shelf at which point I blacked out and woke up to an alarm that I thought was mine, but turned out to be Caitlin’s first alarm clock of the morning.

After Caitlin went to her shower I was back asleep again at the movie with curly hair girl and overall guy. I don’t remember the movie, but I do remember holding curly hair up to the light of the screen and thinking curly, helix, hair was pretty freaking weird.

FIN!

B L A H !

You know somethin’? Girls make life complicated. Well… That’s a pretty general statement… I don’t know 99% of the girls on the planet… and even less about life in it’s entirety.

Yes, it has to do with Lindsay. I don’t want to go into it… it’s a VERY long story and I think I come out being the ass in the end. I feel guilty, even though I probably shouldn’t. She really seems to love me… even tho we Just Don’t Work together. We’ve tried. I’ve tried…

Luckily I have a funny friend at work who found something to lighten my day. In World of Warcraft there are emotes. /cheer makes your character let out a cheer. /train makes your character go “WOO WOO! Chuga Chuga” with motions and everything. /dance makes your character dance. This video has the dance of female night elfs. Alizee is the artist here and the dance is going on when you see her in black. She does this little dance with her waist and her hands. It’s more of a “Wow, look at her move” than a “Wow, yeah take it off baby.” It’s WAY sexy… but not dirty at all. It makes every guy in eye shot go 8^D I’m telling you girls… if you could move like her you could get the eye of ANY boy. All you would need is an excuse; so it doesn’t LOOK like you’re trying getting their eye. Makes it more interesting for us when we think we’re the first ones interested.

What is it about the female body that makes guys like that? Just certain things you girls can do that make us go, “Dahhhh…. teehee. Girls rule.”

Anyway, I’m off to something else now.

No money week!

What do you do for lunch when you have 3 business days before pay check, you’re bank is ~$100 in the hole; and you have $6 on your person for gas and food until you get payed. AND you feel like alians sapped your energy durring the time you were supposed to be restoring it because they need the precious energy to feed their space cacti…

Day one: Buy bean beef burrito’s, 10 for 2.50. AND a Monster energy drink to cure the alian drain syndrome

Day two(Wednesday): Eat more bean burrito’s from day one… drink water. Hope it’s someone elses turn to feed the cacti. Steal the large bin of pop bottles from work… cha ching! Gas Money!!… like $5, but it’ll get me to work and back a couple times.

Day three(Thurs): Laugh at day one and two as you eat the rest of the bean beef burrito’s from day one.

Day four… doesn’t matter, I get paid. w00t! PDX LAN here I come! Yeah, I have been playing Half Life 2 a little bit. Ok… it was an 8 hour occupation yesterday… soooo pretty and the physics engine is SO much fun!! I like throwing things… at things… and blowing them up. hehe

Back to work! TA!

LAN man

Yup, the LAN party was fun. I got there at about 8:30PM and left around 11AM. No, we didn’t sleep. At all. My eyes are blood shot and they itch like mad. And here I am sitting in front of a computer again… typing. I think I am mad… as in crazy. Crazy For Feeling… or something. Just about anything is funny right now…