Thursday, March 08, 2007

[Posted out of time] He doesn't know me...

...but Stowe Boyd sure knows how to kick my ... attention span. And I like it.

In high school, in an open field, with three old tennis balls I taught myself to juggle. Nothing fancy, just keeping three balls in motion. Then I tried to explain to my best friend Gary how to do it... Right there I ran into a brick wall. Here was something I could do but there was no way I could explain what I was doing. Sure, I could talk coherently about the mechanic that I employed. I could speak to the relative timing of events. I could describe the flowing pattern. I could not explain what it was that I was doing that allowed me to juggle.

Stowe Boyd ...

How do jugglers juggle? They don't focus on the balls, the movements, or timing. They unfocus: it is a field of all three dimensions and their attention is distributed. Good jugglers can also sing or tell jokes while juggling. Unfocus.
...and this is truly liberating... I thought I was just being rude...
In an era of flow you can ignore things that don't look threatening or critical. Important stuff will be signalled in a bunch of ways: critical breaking news stories will show in Twitter tweets, RSS, emails, IM. But you can just ignore transient stuff. That's why etiquette around IM has to be based on 'it's ok to ignore IMs' because otherwise it becomes a chore demanding foreground attention.
This will take a bit of Lao Tzu - Tao Te Ching perspective to get my head around...
The network is mostly connections. The connections matter, give it value, not the nodes.

What return do I get on my saving?

Daylight Saving Time
... Troy James makes an excellent point about DST:

Saving is used here as a verbal adjective (a participle). It modifies time and tells us more about its nature; namely, that it is characterized by the activity of saving daylight. It is a saving daylight kind of time. Similar examples would be a mind expanding book or a man eating tiger. Saving is used in the same way as saving a ball game, rather than as a savings account.
Troy also went on to point out that no actual daylight has been saved as a result of this policy ...

Sooooooo, somebody s'plain to me 'xactly what I get for allowing my clocks to be jostled about twice a year? ('Cept a headache from trying to keep all this time changing straight.)

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Drown out the hate

Elizabeth Edwards, responding to Miss Coulter's off-color remark about John Edwards, Presidential Candidate ...

Now it is our turn to drown out the hate. Find a way -- whether it is contribution here that sends a message to Miss Coulter and those who applauded her (which, of course, I prefer) or whether it is a statement on this blog or others or all of the above -- but please find a way not to sit silent in acceptance. It doesn't change until we say we will not be silent when this happens.
That anyone, in this day and age, would applaud the remarks made by Miss Coulter is unconscionable. For Miss Coulter to stoop so low as to insult the gay population of this great country by associating it with a known politician is reprehensible. Perhaps, just perhaps, this is a sad case of the pot calling the kettle black?

(NOTICE: For any humor-challenged readers in my small audience, please, please see the ironic juxtaposition in my choice of words and know it to be a pure intellectual fabrication.)

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Dude! Get slow.

The Slow Movement.

Do NOT scan this web site. Do not speed read it. Do not just subscribe to its RSS feed.

Take some time out of your busy life and carefully read this site. Don't try and read it all at once. Read a chunk of it and then take a deep breath. Read an article and then go sit on the porch in the sunshine for a few minutes.

Get slow...


Papa is a jungle in here...

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Sunday Morning Script Analysis

Reading and rereading the script for Picasso at the Lapin Agile. Developing the 'movie' in my head. Trying to draw all the disparate parts together to form some continuous flow. Steve Martin playfully violates the time-space continuum and then expects regular folks like us to just follow along. 'Along for the ride' is more like it.

Boneless Chuck roast has been slowly bubbling away in the oven since before 9:AM. Garlic, onion, salt, pepper and a flour rub then both sides seared. Then chopped onions and celery, caramelized. Nearly a quart of beef broth and a long slow oven. Pan gravy over fresh mashed spuds and butter-brown sugar glazed carrots round out the plate.

The last of the Columbian from the french press is still good cold. Probably will have to make another pot.


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