Scribbler's Debris

Running with random topics twenty minutes at a time.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

topic: measuring

A typical day is filled with measurements, specific quantities of things. This leads me to the thought that a pre-packaged existence is there waiting for all of us if we choose to live that way. Time = seconds, minutes, hours, etc. Coffee = tablespoons. Food = ounces. Energy = calories. Paper = 8 1/2 x 11. Gasoline = gallon$. Electricity = kWh. College = four years. Cardiac output = 5040 ml/minute. One foot = 12 inches. One hour = $5.15. And so on.

Of course I'm aware of the practical application of measurements, but I don't like things to be exact, precise, or prescribed. I like to ponder the measureless. I buy bulk without looking to see what it weighs. I stop filling the tank when I get sick of standing there feeling like a guilty idiot, not when the number says .00. I don't always start things at the beginning. And I cook without the use of measuring devices. Risky, I know.

Enough analogies. I think I just like to use an objective perspective to locate intangible elements that inspire my imagination and my thoughts. I like a clear, lack of definition sometimes. I suppose I could measure that too, but I'd rather not.

Friday, December 15, 2006

topic: accident

Ha! I'm full of 'em! Sometimes I think my life is nothing but a series of accidents. Common statement, "Oops." Or, "Um, I didn't mean to." But I do, did, and will from time to time, screw up. And what to do upon the realization that you've made a mistake? Funny that at the moment I'm listening to the Rolling Stones and the beloved tune Can't Always Get What You Want plays. Oy. What would I do differently to avoid an accident? Truth be told: not a damn thing. I wouldn't change anything. How else am I to learn the necessary lessons? As I sit here attempting to make an entry after months of not writing for creative purposes, I realize, I simply can't do it. I'll post anyway. Accident or not.