Randomness and birds
At some point, I'm going to have to chain myself to my desk and actually write several pieces that are floating around in my head but that I'm resisting actually disgorging into print. And write several letters which have been waiting for far too long.
I need one of these more badly than I can explain. Too bad they're not in production yet, much less actually on the market. And yes, I'd totally use it at work. Given my current job, I don't think it would be unacceptable to explain it. (I'm trying to walk away from the premise that sleep is a bad thing, but it's hard to shake. The mug is both a piece of fandom and a reminder that -not- sleeping has terrible, terrible consequences.) (Semi-related: I want to drink lots of coffee and do something up-all-night-worthy and then see the sunrise. I know I'll be miserable during this process, but if I can take a nap shortly after sunrise, or at least in the early afternoon... there are some kinds of misery that are strangely fulfilling, and this is one of them.)
Speaking of "terrible, terrible", ep 15 of Platinum Grit is up. I don't know when they did that: I'm really bad at keeping up with my webcomics lately. But it's up.
Yesterday I saw a group of black vultures being playful at Great Falls. They were just weaving with one another and swooping across the open space above the water, and then coming very close to the people at one of the observation areas. I felt a little envious, because of the impression of strength and freedom, and a little awed, because they're very large and slightly tattered and watching them evokes an entirely different feeling than watching the flight of a smaller bird.
There were also hawks and cranes, but they were neither so close nor so playful. And reptiles/amphibians -- three snakes and a few lizards, and some frogs who we couldn't actually get visual confirmation on (just a blur and a splash) -- which was neat but not the same kind of thing at all.
The water itself... is wet. Beyond a certain volume, water just seems like a fatalistic substance fulfilling its own inscrutible destiny. Its movements are shaped by rocks, which are shaped by the water, and they become this self-absorbed entity once there is enough of both... I'm going somewhere with this, but it's somewhere beyond my ability to express. At any rate, playing on the rocks closer to the water is a vastly different experience, mentally, than staying on the trails.
I need one of these more badly than I can explain. Too bad they're not in production yet, much less actually on the market. And yes, I'd totally use it at work. Given my current job, I don't think it would be unacceptable to explain it. (I'm trying to walk away from the premise that sleep is a bad thing, but it's hard to shake. The mug is both a piece of fandom and a reminder that -not- sleeping has terrible, terrible consequences.) (Semi-related: I want to drink lots of coffee and do something up-all-night-worthy and then see the sunrise. I know I'll be miserable during this process, but if I can take a nap shortly after sunrise, or at least in the early afternoon... there are some kinds of misery that are strangely fulfilling, and this is one of them.)
Speaking of "terrible, terrible", ep 15 of Platinum Grit is up. I don't know when they did that: I'm really bad at keeping up with my webcomics lately. But it's up.
Yesterday I saw a group of black vultures being playful at Great Falls. They were just weaving with one another and swooping across the open space above the water, and then coming very close to the people at one of the observation areas. I felt a little envious, because of the impression of strength and freedom, and a little awed, because they're very large and slightly tattered and watching them evokes an entirely different feeling than watching the flight of a smaller bird.
There were also hawks and cranes, but they were neither so close nor so playful. And reptiles/amphibians -- three snakes and a few lizards, and some frogs who we couldn't actually get visual confirmation on (just a blur and a splash) -- which was neat but not the same kind of thing at all.
The water itself... is wet. Beyond a certain volume, water just seems like a fatalistic substance fulfilling its own inscrutible destiny. Its movements are shaped by rocks, which are shaped by the water, and they become this self-absorbed entity once there is enough of both... I'm going somewhere with this, but it's somewhere beyond my ability to express. At any rate, playing on the rocks closer to the water is a vastly different experience, mentally, than staying on the trails.