Thursday, December 30, 2010

Preoccupado

"Bill dropped his keys on the counter and sat there staring at them... suddenly thinking about all the times he'd thrown his keys there before- and how many days of his life were wasted repeating the same tasks and rituals in his apartment over and over again. Then he wondered if; realistically... this WAS his life and the unusal part was his time spent doing other things."

the full 17 minutes is available at this link:

http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/NYQoLzDeMV8/


Funny how this resonated with me… I've gotten caught in that vortex of thoughts in one form or another many times a day. Maybe people are adding up the time we spend in line, at a red light or on hold and our growing awareness of such things are causing us to become so impatient as a society. I believe we're evolving towards convenience and instant gratification and at such an exponential pace since the invention of the microchip that we can very well become teleporting blobs with skinny 80 fingered hands and the ability to nuke a hot pocket will become as rare and even valued as the ability to hunt, skin, butcher, prepare and preserve wild game...
 Yeah, my teachers always admonished me for using run on sentences but what do they know? (Funny, they've been saying the same thing about me) I haven't written in cursive since the 7th grade... hmm go figure- another dying skill. Sucked at algebra too, guess I can put away any hopes of being a rocket scientist. I am fortunate enough to know how to hunt, skin etc... wild game. A great skill set to have in the event of societal collapse, maybe a mixed blessing in the event of zombie outbreak.
Who knows, maybe that's how it goes down on 12/21/12... Yeah! Zombies! Nah, it'll probably be the same as Y2K and Oral Roberts being "taken home by god" if he didn't have $8mil raised by 3/1/87. We all wake up or maybe... sleep off that night and go back to work with the realization that the giant stone calendar maker at the time simply said "Meh... I'm done making calendars." and closed up shop...

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