Somewhere here, and in between
Again with having to get up so early.
Just to throw a handful of trash into the garbage can, "Yeah, just take it and lift the lid and throw it in, oh Dan you're so helpful"
She has me pour her a cup of coffee.
In the reality of things it's really not bad, at all, in any way.
But it can feel quite irritating when you're being woken up hours ahead of when you're used to, being asked to do simple things, and then having a commentating voice going on describing each step of the process as you do it. Every day, every time.
My car's starter solenoid also isn't engaging, so I'll have to bring it into the Toyota dealership to get it looked at and repaired.
I also spent a little time at my father's house today. There was another bill from express-toll; apparently during our cross-country trip Janelle and I had gone through some toll roads unknowingly, and today's notice was a little more imperative than usual. I also found a batch of pictures I'd been meaning to get from my Dad's computer, but for some reason his computer won't copy them to my external hard-drive. He reminds me of my mom a little, in the sense that he feels that if the pictures cannot be transferred in this particular manner, then the whole process must be reviewed until the problem to afford this particular medium is solved. I could care less. Can the files be put on to another hard drive, like a thumb/flash drive? Can the files be compressed and be sent through email? "Well, yeah, but that's so cumbersome" he says. But I don't care. It's just as easy, really, it's just different.
Today my mom actually offended me a little when we were having dinner.
It was in all about a trivial argument of a show we had watched a few days prior. Something on Nova where archaeologists were trying to replicate and sail out on ancient Egyptian sea-faring vessels. She argued that the ship was stable because the wooden beams which the sail were fixed to sat low, nearly to the deck of the ship so that the crew had to duck under them when moving around. However, even intuitively, this was wrong, as the vessel in the show stabalized dramatically when one of the beams was hoisted to the top of the mast. I argued this stabilization cam from increasing the ship's moment of inertia, making it more resistant to changes in motion.
"Well, but no." She then asked, "Do you know what center of mass is?"
As though I have learned nothing about physics or engineering in school the entire time.
"Sorry Mom! It's all a joke! I've actually been getting my degree in cosmetics this whole time!"
This is what convinces me that somehow, in her mind, I myself have remained in stasis of some sort just like everything else in this house.
Do I know what center of mass is...
I told her that's like me asking if she knows what Plasma is [she's one of the head technicians at the UC Davis Medical Center's bloodbank department].
I don't really hold it against her because I understand her temperment for arguments, but it just threw me off a bit.
And I think I'll let the whole thing die, here and now. Unless she digs it back up, in which case it will be as frustrated as anything that is buried in peace and then dug up again to be jostled around.
Today I read about one hundred pages or so among all the books I've been reading, and I am pleased with this. I am half-way through Smoke and Mirrors, and one-quarter of the way through Lord of the Flies, World War Z, and The Road to Madness. I am still waiting for Lovecraft to get scary, but perhaps it is not so frightening because it seems that so much of the world is known now. Or at least, the impression of such is given. I am also wondering how things will play out in Lord of the Flies, specifically between Jack and "Piggy" I need to start finding some new books to line up for when I finish these ones. I'm thinking of looking into The Divine Comedy, and I'm unsure as to just what else as of yet.
While I've never done much of it before, I'm also enjoying the process of writing music. It really gives you a chance to see the mechanics of your own musings, and lets you tweak and refine it all to just the way you like it, as though you could scuplt something out of sound itself. I just wish I could get my hands on a decent audio/studio program of some sorts so I could compose things a little more elaborately. I still think that seeing sound would be one of the most interesting perceptions to experience.
I do feel that I am in my own stasis of a sort once school kicks in.
I haven't seeen a lot of people during the break, but the holiday seasons are fairly busy.
Perhaps summer will be different.
Perhaps.
I also meditated last night, and that was pleasant. Though I don't talk openly about the subject as a whole, because not many people can relate, or would care to relate to it in any way. In a manner similar to martial arts I've found, even. Maybe I'll elaborate my feelings of this more thoroughly another time. What I've certainly learned though is that your body and mind provide a lot more information than is discerned from it at face-value, that much I can say for sure.
Anyways, there is still some guitar practice and writing to be done.