How a Lion Becomes A Mouse
Oh, "Bob"...forgive me I know that I should be feverishly carving away at our research papers right now...but I am distracted by the sun shine and birds outside my window. So will do a little journal postie-posty then perhaps I will astound you with how much owrk I get done. Make sense? Somewhere in my little brain it rest in the very seat of Logic...---"Vera"
So, my friends, I am wondering how you see the world. Not globally or existentially; but rather what is your scheme for taking in your surroundings? How do you organize your experiences and the things you observe? Is there an underlying concept? A certain process?
I tend to take things in as they happend, and store them away for a while. As I attend to something else, or more often nothing..hence what my dear friend "Bob" referred to as my constantly pissed off look (my usually countance trully holds no baring on how I am actually feeling--contentment is often mistaken for misery..HA!) anyway...as things move on, those things floating around somewhere in the space of my cranium are being shredded apart and pieced back together in a seemingly chaotic manner. Later on... something sparks a connection or memory, things pop back up in appropraite or totally random bits.
I often see things and wish I had my camera, because a beautiful, or intriguing photo could be framed right in that moment. Usually my camera is elsewhere collecting dust...my point is that the other day I exclaimed that I see the world in snapshots, like a photographer does. But then I realize that it goes beyond that. I see the world as I imagine the Brothers Grimm or Moe and Ashbjornson (whoh spelling..sorry) did. I see things in little stories, and dominoes of random connections. Constantly I am composing little expose's in my mind of random things. Every day I collect in my mind, and often forget a near equal number, many many stories to tell or essays to write. This is my way of understanding my world, a natural scientist understands his world by picking up rocks and seeing what is underneath. I look for truth by making things up and by extrapolating on what might be. Perhaps that is how people become goos and/or successful writers...they devise a system for recording these instances.
Well, since this diatrab is jsut getting more tangled I will stop.
But, seriously...I am curious of what systems people have for getting throught the day without exploding from all the stimulus.
So, my friends, I am wondering how you see the world. Not globally or existentially; but rather what is your scheme for taking in your surroundings? How do you organize your experiences and the things you observe? Is there an underlying concept? A certain process?
I tend to take things in as they happend, and store them away for a while. As I attend to something else, or more often nothing..hence what my dear friend "Bob" referred to as my constantly pissed off look (my usually countance trully holds no baring on how I am actually feeling--contentment is often mistaken for misery..HA!) anyway...as things move on, those things floating around somewhere in the space of my cranium are being shredded apart and pieced back together in a seemingly chaotic manner. Later on... something sparks a connection or memory, things pop back up in appropraite or totally random bits.
I often see things and wish I had my camera, because a beautiful, or intriguing photo could be framed right in that moment. Usually my camera is elsewhere collecting dust...my point is that the other day I exclaimed that I see the world in snapshots, like a photographer does. But then I realize that it goes beyond that. I see the world as I imagine the Brothers Grimm or Moe and Ashbjornson (whoh spelling..sorry) did. I see things in little stories, and dominoes of random connections. Constantly I am composing little expose's in my mind of random things. Every day I collect in my mind, and often forget a near equal number, many many stories to tell or essays to write. This is my way of understanding my world, a natural scientist understands his world by picking up rocks and seeing what is underneath. I look for truth by making things up and by extrapolating on what might be. Perhaps that is how people become goos and/or successful writers...they devise a system for recording these instances.
Well, since this diatrab is jsut getting more tangled I will stop.
But, seriously...I am curious of what systems people have for getting throught the day without exploding from all the stimulus.