Things

Need to:
Clean the Kitchen
Get Canadian Passport
Apply to more jobs
Apply to grad school

Done:
Ate bacon
Spilled orange juice on carpet
Read

Und dass so was von so was kommt

Panda
Scissors
Spectacles
T8 Torx Screwdriver
Sharpie
Towel
Post-it
Suitcase
Shortwave Radio
Notebook
Receipt
Tire Iron
Rucksack
Small Wooden Box

Bread is mocking me.

Ball

My father patiently tries for over an hour to teach me to hit a ball with a bat. I give up and climb a tree.
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Human Condition

Occasionally I am quite surprised to find myself in this body. I'm struck by how bizarre it is: I visually observe the world through these imperfect eyes, have telekinetic control over a lump of matter extending to my extremities.

It isn't me, the lump that is. One could cut most of it off and I would still be me for a while. I am just a brain sitting in a a skull attached to a body. It isn't me. Is it?

Am I these thoughts? Electrical impulses and chemical signals and neural connections. Or is the body me too? Am I my feet and hands and torso and face? Are my toenails me? They are now dead, but were once living cells in my body. What about the five or so pounds of bacteria that inhabit my digestive tract (some of which are necessary for survival)?

Arbitrary.

The point is: there is no me. Just a vast organization of cooperating systems that promote their own survival and self-replication. Some of these systems work together and form the illusion of consciousness, more of a hub for interaction than a control center.

Occasionally several systems in this organism experience a temporary and incomplete self-awareness.

Who Knew?

Did you know that there are times zones that differ by an odd multiple of 30 minutes from most other time zones? Here is one. WTF Newfoundland.

Collapse

I prefer the wave function before it collapses. One could run simulations to predict the possible outcomes, explore the ramifications. Once the measurement is made, it cant go back to the indeterminate state.

Affair

It's like drawing
where the pavement meets the grass
from the balcony
its not hard
coming up to meet me

you are alien
surrounding me
I breathe you in
choking
keep my calm

a splayed branch
twisting up and through
guts spill out my back
an illusion of choice

force of tension orthogonal
to confusion, resolve
seen you in dreams
reaching out in flashes
dancing light, cavern walls

I am no more me than you
or I
Pass the baton