I’m taking a course to learn to program (Python) and while reading the text and doing the coding exercises, there’s a part of my brain that feels like it’s ‘observing’ the part(s) of my brain trying to learn and do this new thing. Obviously I can’t really feel or observe new neural connections forming, but the contrast between other things I do without struggling as much (learning a language, problem-solving, business analysis, etc – ie: not the cotidiana (love that word, that and zopilote are my favorite Spanish words to randomly say out loud)) makes the effort to connect what I read to what I can (mostly can’t) do very striking. Continue reading
Living
Opportunity redux
So the previous post reflected something happening in my life and seemed perfect when I first found it.
But the fact that the words came from a general speaking about security from a conflict perspective made me think of war. War made me think of refugees and political prisoners (which the news tells us have reached numbers where our minds just sort of shut down instead of comprehending). Refugees and prisoners made me think about just what being a refugee or political prisoner might be like. Continue reading
We feel an affinity with a certain thinker because we agree with him; or because he shows us what we were already thinking; or because he shows us in a more articulate form what we were already thinking; or because he shows us what we were on the point of thinking; or what we would sooner or later have thought; or what we would have thought much later if we hadn’t read it now; or what we would have been likely to think but never would have thought if we hadn’t read it now; or what we would have liked to think but never would have thought if we hadn’t read it now.
More on Sensations (moron sensations?)
At homogenized corporate office, a walk around the building to stretch my legs. To make it attractive to company tenants, the building owner arranged an artificial ‘park’ (I guess all parks are artificial – perhaps I’m just being snobbish here) between the buildings. Blast of Santa Ana winds woke me up to the physical world with something for four of the five senses – Continue reading
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