Pronoia
Yesterday I came home from work and found a package waiting for me. I expected a package - I'd ordered a high-capacity battery for my new phone. This package was much larger than you'd ship a battery in, though, unless it was a car battery.
The return address was cryptic. "The Conflikt Fairy, c/o Conflikt" with a PO box number here in Shoreline. Curiouser and curiouser. I had no idea why I would be getting anything from Conflikt. I don't have any official affiliation with the con and hadn't won any trophies or anything.
So, I opened the box, and . . . oh my flying spaghetti monster. The box contained a Blue brand Yeti model USB microphone.
About three weeks ago Woot.com featured one of these on their Tech page. I liked the look of it. It looked like a throwback to the big bullet-shaped microphones from the Golden Age of Radio. It looked like R2-D2 on stilts. The specs were pretty sweet, and Dara Korra'ti (who knows these things) said it was a pretty nice microphone. Certainly much better than the condenser microphone I blogged about a year or so ago. The price was a bit steep, though, so I figured I'd just wait until I had a better handle on the rent and the bills and could afford to buy one the next time it came around on Woot.
And here it was, in my possession, ready for me to hook it up and start recording.
There was a note attached, telling me the microphone was a gift from the Conflikt Fairy, who did not want to be otherwise identified. Actually, I'm fine with that. Anonymous giving is one of those things that makes the world go 'round. I did want to say "Thank you," though. This is something I would never have dreamed of, and it is a beautiful gift, and I thank you, whoever you are.
We're all familiar with the idea of paranoia, the thought that someone is out to get you. Less well known is the idea of pronoia, the opposite of paranoia. The idea that someone, somewhere, out there wants to do good things for you and make your life better. Today, I am feeling very pronoid. They really are out to help me!
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The return address was cryptic. "The Conflikt Fairy, c/o Conflikt" with a PO box number here in Shoreline. Curiouser and curiouser. I had no idea why I would be getting anything from Conflikt. I don't have any official affiliation with the con and hadn't won any trophies or anything.
So, I opened the box, and . . . oh my flying spaghetti monster. The box contained a Blue brand Yeti model USB microphone.
About three weeks ago Woot.com featured one of these on their Tech page. I liked the look of it. It looked like a throwback to the big bullet-shaped microphones from the Golden Age of Radio. It looked like R2-D2 on stilts. The specs were pretty sweet, and Dara Korra'ti (who knows these things) said it was a pretty nice microphone. Certainly much better than the condenser microphone I blogged about a year or so ago. The price was a bit steep, though, so I figured I'd just wait until I had a better handle on the rent and the bills and could afford to buy one the next time it came around on Woot.
And here it was, in my possession, ready for me to hook it up and start recording.
There was a note attached, telling me the microphone was a gift from the Conflikt Fairy, who did not want to be otherwise identified. Actually, I'm fine with that. Anonymous giving is one of those things that makes the world go 'round. I did want to say "Thank you," though. This is something I would never have dreamed of, and it is a beautiful gift, and I thank you, whoever you are.
We're all familiar with the idea of paranoia, the thought that someone is out to get you. Less well known is the idea of pronoia, the opposite of paranoia. The idea that someone, somewhere, out there wants to do good things for you and make your life better. Today, I am feeling very pronoid. They really are out to help me!
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