Watching Me Watching Me, Aha!

I got up and to the kitchen by 6:26 am this morning. It's now 6:48 am. What have I accomplished so far?

Well, I don't know how much I have actually accomplished, but it is interesting to watch what I consume before breakfast.

First job was to fire up the laptop and check Gmail, where there was a message from Shelagh, then sitting across the table from me, waiting. It was a link to a short video titled Danny MacAskill vs. San Francisco. Very cool, even if he shouldn't have blown through the intersection when there was a pedestrian in it. But, then again, I don't know who's got the right of way in SFO! Interesting that Remington would sponsor the video. Neat sound off the top.


Then, put some tea on. While the kettle was  heating, it was back to the laptop where I learned from a quick Facebook check that Susan Hennig and Corey McDonald liked my post to the CTV Edmonton FB page about a recent Paralympic blog post.


Then, a quick check of the blog readership:  Up to 77 visits to that Patrick Anderson post. Not bad, but not as good as, scrolling down,  the Rob Ford post, which was at 1300 readers.

Water was boiling, Earl Grey tea bag in the silver pot, and it was back to the laptop and quick Twitter check. What got my attention? A smile at a Carrie Doll tweet about CTV's Josh Classen doing the weather from home in his housecoat. But I don't turn the TV on yet, because a TIME magazine tweet took me to a story on three things we've learned after the first Sunday of the NFL.

1. RG III did about as good as you could imagine for a second-round draft pick. There will be a comparison between him and Andrew Luck, who threw three interceptions and lost a fumble,  for approximately the rest of their careers.

2. Speaking of quarterbacks, having Tebow breathing down Sanchez's neck might have spurred Sanchito into leading a Jets offensive attack into the 48-point stratosphere.

3. Speaking of labour pressure, replacement refs blew a couple of calls but showed they could do more than an adequate job.

A little milk, a little sugar.

I noticed that cbcarch had DM'd me, but, on closer inspection, it appeared his account had been hacked, so I sent him a quick message. Also on the Twitter feed was a reminder that today is suicide prevention day:


Its world suicide prevention day, let's create a world where its okay to speak out about mental illness 

Then I turned the TV on. And took a sip of the tea.

I noticed some weather information was likely old, so took a picture of the screen and emailed it in. But my phone's security settings needed updating, so the pic didn't go through. So, Shelagh did the same.

And then I realized I would probably have to get breakfast at work, because I was running out of time.

                                            ---------------------------------------------

Note: Watching Me Watching Me, Aha! is a periodic chapter in this blog born of the observation that I am both typing these words, watching myself type these words, and, simultaneously, thinking about the meaning of watching myself type these words. The reference is to an old ABBA song that, yes, I have the time to post.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Hello!

Image
The potential socialness of a bicycle is built right into its roofless and windshieldless and doorless frame. It is easy to say hello on a bicycle. Like this morning. These sidewalkers nodded to me in unison at the exact instant I nodded to them. I said hello to the jogger, and he waved back. Hi, I said, to the dog walkers and the dog, and they nodded a greeting back. Both joggers smiled and said hello as our lives passed. I said hello to the squirrel. I said hello to the woman walking with poles and she returned the hello. The jogger looked over and I said hello as she said hello. I said hello to this fellow egg picker upper and we talked for a couple of minutes. Her bicycle comes out April 1. She is excited. Hello, I said. Hi, she said. I said hello to the  man on the other end of this leash and he said he and his dog were enjoying the beautiful morning. I said hello to this woman and she said hello, and we laughed ab
Read more

:)

Image
One of the joys and dangers of studying in the MACT program is that you start to feel scared enough to feel confident enough to fool around and try simple new things with technology. The danger is that you're not good enough not to spend most of your time fiddling around doing those things. And, so, this morning I am proud to announce that, taken by the hand, I have managed to embed html vimeo code into my blog. Please, no applause. This is not much, I know. Your basic 8 year old can do more. Asleep. But it is a minor accomplishment for me, because of me. And how I get in the way with my pre-wired reaction that new things won't work. The effect of that kind of thinking (or that lack of thinking) is that I transform the machine in front of me into an antagonistic force working to undo me. But it does remind me of me when I attribute malevolence to the skies when they conspire to bring rain on a morning of golf! Either way, that's bad storytelling. On another leve
Read more

On the way to and from Coffee Outside

Image
I have wondered about the the flight to artifice when natural beauty is encountered. Standing in front of a mountain vista, I will routinely offer some version of, wow, it looks like a painting! Or like a postcard. Or that is just out of a movie! This morning as I pedalled in the MacKinnon Ravine the April snow felt etched onto the limbs of the trees. I have often felt dissatisfied with this transposing of the beauty out there into the key of human making.  But, maybe, painting and photography and engraving and the rest of the human arts are as natural to us, as lovely, as nature itself. Or, maybe, so entwined that it is hard to tell nature and art apart. My bicycle has certainly transported me to feelings of freedom I would not have achieved were it not a piece of technology.  Who are we, really?                                                                           At the turn at the bottom of the ravine, a plastic orange fence encircles a soggy sink
Read more