Basically, it comes down to this: I'm tired of being inside, of getting the joke. I no longer wish to understand how that thing works, releasing me from my compulsion to explain it to you. I just want to be amazed at the collective fury of the spinning clockwork. I want to walk away shaking my head, thinking, "Damn, how'd they do that?"
I think it may be the solution to my continual dissatisfaction, this blissful ignorance. Just let life wash over me, be of the water, instead of trying to stay on the raft.
I keep telling myself to just go toward the light, but all the while my brain is calculating the wattage of the bulb.
Nate has started karate lessons, or should I say Hapkido, which is a Korean variant. The instructors seem to be good with kids, but I must say I'm a little uncomfortable with how eager my sweet little boy is to chop the hell out of something.
The number of gadgets in my life is increasing, which I find to be immensely pleasurable. I got a new 15 gB iPod, after borrowing an original 5 gB model from my very patient neighbor. It is such a slick little thing and makes my days at work just zoom by. I find I listen on shuffle mode exclusively and get really cool combinations of stuff. Today I got:
Dusty Springfield, Son of a Preacher Man
Abe Schwartz Orchestra, Russischer Sher
Steve Earle, Christmastime in Washington
That was a cool set.
I also got a new phone that takes pictures and if I can get the danged phone tools software working I would start getting them off there.