Why Hello There, Future

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Well, I’m having a 21st century morning. I was desperate to watch the new episode of “Community,” because, well, it’s “Community,” but the drilling is beyond enthusiastic today, which meant using the TV wasn’t going to happen. Not if I wanted to hear it.

Yep, it really is that loud. It’s fun.

I tried watching on my computer, but my computer got glitchy and slow. That wasn’t going to do it. Finally, I figured I could watch it on my phone.

Let’s just take a second to think about that. I was going to watch a television show on my phone. Yes, it’s been possible for a while, but I’ve never watched more than a short video on it. I mean, it’s a phone. Of course current smartphones are more like small tablets, but still.

So I downloaded the Yahoo! Screen app and suddenly there it was, in HD, on the thing I carry around with me in my bag. It has happened. I can watch TV literally anywhere.

Anywhere.

I can’t be sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, really. I already have a little bit of a TV problem. And when I say “little bit,” I say it in the way of all true addicts, where my little is someone else’s television coma.

It was certainly handy today, with my noise-cancelling headphones, I could push the reverberating sound away for a time while seeing what my favorite Human Beings were up to. I can’t help but think about kids, though, who don’t seem now to have a single moment to let their minds wander. To be bored. They have something to engage them every second of every day.

Will they miss out on having ideas of their own? Time to let things cook, time to wonder, time to count the telephone poles? And ask what are telephone poles because the phones they know have no wires?

I don’t know. All I know is here in 2015 I can hold the entire world in my hand, and watch it, one show at a time.

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The Noise Got Me So Discombobulated I Forgot a Title!

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100_8836Well, it’s back. Not the sun, not the warm weather, not “Call the Midwife,” though it actually is. Nope.

The drilling.

I knew it was coming, and I knew it would be much worse for me this year, it’s going to be close enough to feel. It’s already getting pretty reverberating in here. It’s time for Plan B. Or C. Or D. Or to get the heck out, since I’m not sure any of the above will work.

I’ve got my handy-dandy noise-cancelling headphones on, but I’ve got to say that they don’t seem to be doing a whole lot of cancelling. Maybe it is noise that cannot be dulled Maybe it’s the vibration which makes it impossible to tune out the sound itself.

I think I may have to go somewhere. Where, I’m not exactly sure, the coffee shop of my previous adventure is no more. And, of course, if you go somewhere like that, you have to buy something, which really isn’t on my agenda for the day.

There is always my branch library, but I have some reservations. Largely in the shape of the theft of my umbrella there several years ago. My umbrella. It vanished, never to be seen again. I’m reticent to find out what would happen with a computer. It might disappear directly in front of my eyes, you never know.

So back to the noise-cancelling headphones and classical music. Maybe the drilling won’t be this loud and insistent all day, maybe it’s just in a location that is especially prone to sending the noise my way. And they have to take a lunch, right?

Right??

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Evidence of Tulips

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IMG_6209So I woke up this morning to another round of snow on the ground. We’d had a thaw, though a colder one than they promised, and then last night, on my way home, I caught the glint of snowflakes in the headlights of a cab.

So much for the warm up.

If there’s snow again, you ask, what’s with the tulips? Well, hypothetical reader, thank you for asking. You always know the perfect question to keep the conversation rolling.

I took this photo at the Chicago Botanic Garden, which, interestingly, is not actually located in Chicago, but in a north suburb. It was last year, and though it was still very chilly — there’s a wind that cuts through the garden on cool day that can ruddy your cheeks and redden your ears — there were the tulips. It didn’t matter what the weather wanted, the tulips decided it was time, and there they were, a whole field of them.

Last winter was much worse than this one. It was colder and snowier and grayer and leached the heat from everywhere until you couldn’t be sure how to be warm.

But it ended.

These flowers are proof that you might not see change while it is happening, you might not sense it. It might not feel like much or as though it’s measurably better than what came before. It can be slow, and plodding, and have to fight the cold as though battling to the end.

But still it comes. The tulips were not deterred, their heads bending as the wind blew across the pond. They didn’t have to feel the spring to know it was spring.

If that could happen after last winter, it will happen again.

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Bloggy Thoughts on Blogging

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Off to a slow start today, and not for any particular reason, either. Just one of those mornings. The noise isn’t unbearable, it’s not especially nice out, not in the way that would be distracting, and it’s not ugly out, at least not yet. No doubt it will be later.

I guess my mind is far and away, off on other things, non-bloggy things, and while I’m trying to reel it back in, it whirs to itself, determined to focus on what it wants.

Fine. Who needs it, anyway?

Blogging is such a funny thing. It’s not a lot of words, not the posts I write, anyway. I know some of you go for more lengthy, and those are fun to read but not really my style to write. It’s just a quick window into what’s going on, into thoughts on writing or reading or the world as a whole.

And yet some days, it’s a challenge to write something. Everything is like that, I suppose; there are times when it seems like the easiest thing in the world to do, and then other times when it’s definitely not.  But I think because blogging, at its core, tends to be personal, how it feels on a day-to-day basis, well, depends on the person.

Very deep. I know. Philosophical gold happening here, all while the whirring part of my brain is telling me it’s time to move on, time to get to the next thing. Doesn’t it know I’m busy here changing the world?

OK, maybe not changing the world. But like every other blogger out there, I am putting something out into the world, something that didn’t exist before, and that’s pretty cool.

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The Unexpected Strikes Again

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20150323_120428So last week, I talked about spring. I was sure it was here, that winter had given up and retreated, grumbling off to its ice cave for another year.

Ha!

If you look at the comments on that spring post, you will see that I was warned that I was taunting the season, waving a pastel-colored flag in a mild breeze. Once again, I am paraphrasing.

No, I was confident.

And then this happened. See that picture over there? Right next to the text? That would be a nice representation of the enthusiastic snowfall we got yesterday. The cleared sidewalks were covered again. The roads were slippery and messy. I looked outside and suddenly we’d gone backward in time.

It’s not supposed to stay, we’re supposed to hit the 60s on Wednesday (the temperature, not the era, which I can see could be confusing, given I’d left you at going backward in time). That’s the embodiment of Chicago weather for you, but for now there’s no escaping the several inches everywhere once again.

It hasn’t stopped the work on my building, though, the hammering going as though there’s a contest among the guys attached to the side of the building by rope and a metal platform. Maybe they’re working on a new form of propulsion, who knows. Maybe that’s what keeps them up here, and, if that is the case, hammer away.

Anyway, the thing is that you can never know exactly what it is, in life, you’re going to get. The weather reports promised us a light dusting of snow; we got a respectable snowfall. But just because it snowed yesterday, it doesn’t mean it’s snowing today. Nope, today it’s bright and sunny.

With a probability of hammers.

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How Do I Spring Clean My Brain?

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Today I am trying to draw from my word reserves, but it seems as though I only have a tangle in my head. Incomplete sentences; incomplete thoughts.

There they are, scattered, fragments, bits, jumbles of parts that don’t feel as though they go together. I need a giant sifter, something that can help sort out the dust that seems to cover everything up there.

My brain needs a spring cleaning.

I wonder how you do that for a brain. It’s not as though you can haul out the vacuum cleaner and get at it through an ear. In fact, I would recommend very strongly against trying this method.

They don’t make brain Swiffers. There is no spray, polish or microfiber that can get in there and clean out all of the crumbs. So what can you do?

There’s meditation, of course, and that’s probably why it was invented, to give the mind a good deep cleaning. And I could give it a shot, only I suspect that within about three minutes, I’ll be deep sleeping instead of deep cleaning.

And that’s the other thing that’s supposed to do it: sleeping. Dreams. They’re supposed to help cleanse the brain of all that unnecessary clutter. Only my dreams themselves have been cluttered lately, brimming with activity, packed with people I’ve never met, crowded with stuff.

I think I need a dream rummage sale.

I wonder how you go about organizing one of those. I mean how do you price things when money in dreams can easily come in units of dragons? How many dragons do I need?

See what I mean about the crowded brain?

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Well, That’s Finished

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Well, I finally got my homework done. And it’s kind of funny to have homework at this point, but I do. And it’s done. So yay.

For anyone who might have missed it, I’m taking a comedy writing class. I finished the first one, and rolled straight into the second. And so far, it’s been fun and interesting.

This week, it was challenging.

I had ideas, but I didn’t like any of them. Nothing really felt right, everything felt kind of off. It was a struggle to sit down and write the thing, and only the deadline looming finally got me going.

Well, that and a different, forgotten idea that I decided to re-purpose. Turned out that it was the right purpose for it all along.

We have comfort zones because they’re, well, comforting. But as a friend reminded me, the whole reason for taking a writing class is to shed the sweatpants, get out from under the fuzzy blanket, and try something different. I’m paraphrasing, but you get the idea.

Does it always feel great when that blast of cold air hits your cozily-warmed skin? Why no, no it doesn’t. But pushing through that discomfort gets you to a new place and a different perspective.

I’m still glad I decided to venture out and try something I haven’t done before, even after an assignment that was a bit of a struggle. I’m allowing other parts of my brain to stretch their legs, and that’s good for both of us. All of us. Whichever.

Then again, there’s always next week. Hmm.

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