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Brain farts
Sep. 22nd, 2006 11:36 amAm I the only one who suddenly has these brain farts when something ordinary and familiar suddenly seems alien and strange?
For instance, a few years ago, I totally blanked out on how you spelled the word "own." It just sounded bizarre in my mouth, and when I wrote it down, it looked bizarre.
I've had something similar happen to me twice already today. First, I woke up thinking about how strange human sleep is; we are out of commission and re-charging for about 1/3 of every day (except those of you who really ought to be getting more than 4-5 hours a night-- you know who you are). It's like Odo and his bucket, or the Borg and their re-charge chambers. Sleep is something we take for granted, but yet kind of odd if you think about it too much.
Then, I got in my car today, and I was really aware of all this machinery around me, thousands of pounds of metal and plastic and electronics, and how bizarre it was for J. and I to get into our heavy machines, side-by-side, pull out onto the road, and burn up all this fossil fuel to go to jobs 20 or 30 minutes away. I don't want to go back to a pre-industrial age where I could only see friends about 60 miles away by riding a horse, but yet it seems ridiculous for me to spend all this time and energy commuting. I loved it when I did this job from home, but I get paid more for going into the office.
For instance, a few years ago, I totally blanked out on how you spelled the word "own." It just sounded bizarre in my mouth, and when I wrote it down, it looked bizarre.
I've had something similar happen to me twice already today. First, I woke up thinking about how strange human sleep is; we are out of commission and re-charging for about 1/3 of every day (except those of you who really ought to be getting more than 4-5 hours a night-- you know who you are). It's like Odo and his bucket, or the Borg and their re-charge chambers. Sleep is something we take for granted, but yet kind of odd if you think about it too much.
Then, I got in my car today, and I was really aware of all this machinery around me, thousands of pounds of metal and plastic and electronics, and how bizarre it was for J. and I to get into our heavy machines, side-by-side, pull out onto the road, and burn up all this fossil fuel to go to jobs 20 or 30 minutes away. I don't want to go back to a pre-industrial age where I could only see friends about 60 miles away by riding a horse, but yet it seems ridiculous for me to spend all this time and energy commuting. I loved it when I did this job from home, but I get paid more for going into the office.
