Oh dear, Penni. Sorry to hear that. (Rambler post. Caution.)
I hear that in combat people become superstitious who swore they never would. Fess up time: Has anyone here become superstitious? I'm asking seriously. I don't neccessarily include the "sciences" of systems numeric and astrovanlogic, which I just don't have the willpower to pay attention to.
I have, over the last 30 years or so, seen some pretty friggin' rational people come to the conclusion that I I I am a vortex of destruction for anything mechanical or electrical. This weekends tarbaby is the vulcanization of my vans engine with 30,000 miles and PERFECT maintenance (just frustrating); my 'puters clam up to respond past the first 2 screens in Netscape or Internet Explorer on 2 different ISPs; and something Bryce has never seen, a jaw-rabid refusal to allow creation of directories to C. From anywhere. And my mouse quit, in it's first month of life, at the same time. I wouldn't be worried, but MJ's getting on a plane tomorrow.
I feel like a neutrino. Neutrinos have feelings too, ya know. Why should they waste time watching a billion gallons of tecktoflectofloorothang in a hole in Utah when they can come to my house?
(Cogito ergo flummox.)(BTW, our HMTT/D.A.R. prospect used "caveat" in his first sentence, so it's cosmic kismet.)
I tell people I think superstition is for the immature, something like ya see that piece of lava it's a piece of Pele and they say Jeez!! man! I had a friend who had a piece of that and pshyt went wrong until he put it back, at which I smile like - right. (I've noticed the geologically educated seem to be even more susceptible to that particular one.) (I don't take stuff from State Parks, I'm superstitious about that; e.g., NO petrified wood. Pele-person comes home with a piece of obsidian from the restricted area here in Oregon, though.) I'm also superstitious about lying, but I've never been Catholic. Explain taht!!
Stress stretches the nervous system like Gumby and eventually it doesn't go back as well or at all. I know, believe me. But I'm talking about irrational fear thet develops of compounding experience. Happen to anyone? On another day, if I get time and no one cares, I'll narrate what happened the day I told y'all the wasp story, the day I fukd with the forces of nature. And writing, describing, "attention," in the meditation terminology, is like the incantation what collects the storm. Focus. Event lenticular. The spot on the universe's uterine wall where events attach; and hatch. Before the fire fucus. And I don't mean my neighbor's house.
I didn't used to be this way; I know that even illustrating these thoughts and fears in the company of methodologists and Jungsters and Mindsteins is really asking for it. But then I think, hey, Ms. penni just shared a dream; Alex too; hey...and then there's Janice, for Pete's sake...
Sooo, Penni, let me know if you have yourself as a baby and accidentally flush. :o)
Yours, again, in nervous science, - P.
PenniPS ~ This here electrical device is connected to your electrical device which is connected to you and your shift selector; you were only able to go the mirror direction of my Corvair (Boxershort) - described only last week. Heehee. (I wonder if the guys on NPR's CarTalk would confess to ever meeting a vortex?) When they name a model such, I'll buy. Did they already? Is there a Plymouth Vortex? ("Eventi"?) |
