Day 21 - I'll take 4 lefts and 3 rights to go please!

Session 25

I was pretty limited on time, because I was up late last night. I'm still trying to get my computer situation fixed and then I was chatting it up with my temporary roommate until about midnight. I had to go pick up my laundry from the laundromat this morning (I'm a big proponent of the economics of fluff & fold) as I'm out of clothes. The result of all of this is about 20 minutes of surf time! So, I ran down jumped in and caught my quota. But, before I get into that, I'd like to shine some light on the inner workings of the hamster wheel that I call my head. I was struck by lightning yesterday when an idea (stupid goofy one) for a short video made its presence known to my peanut (probably had been waiting its turn in the subconscious queue for some time). While I admit the idea is nothing special (most aren't), once it grips me, I cannot shake it. In a previous post (Ice-Ice-Ice Baby), I had mentioned the term grom-stoke, well, this is very similar. Spontaneously most of my frontal lobe/hippocampus shut down and remain in a "Sleep Mode" until some level of completion is reached or something else grips the attention, usually the latter. Why do I say all of this? Because this morning, I could not find my briefcase (I use it to shuttle useless papers to and from work - useless because I rarely look a them) and it became apparent that most of my memories from about the time I had my "IDEA" to the point where I could not find my briefcase this morning had been deleted! Apparently somebody had drag-and-dropped them right into the trash (I'm becoming familiar with this new Mac term). This is a time & memory black hole, where the density (gravitational pull) of the idea acts to suck memories into its core - they simply cannot escape and thus are never heard from again. These hamster wheel physics are certainly responsible for the wide variances in the perception of time that occur between a task that we like and one that we don't like. When you are struck with an idea or enjoy doing something immensely, time almost disappears! My proposition is that it is not the time that is disappearing, it is the memory of the time that is being condensed into a single euphoric sample (details disappear real time!). A good example would be to think about how painful it is to watch the clock while doing something you don't like (a boring class or anything where times seems to halt in conjunction with discomfort) contrasted with the inability to slow time while doing something you truly love, something that is engaging. Initially, I had the hypothesized that there were times (when bored) where we actually spontaneously began to travel at near light speeds, thus slowing time (and perceived pain) down according to Einsteins relativity theory, but this theory is now defunct.

So what happened? With my memory deleted, I started to think that the focus on my idea, had completely shut my gray-matter-CPU down and that I left my briefcase on the bus yesterday. Fortunately for me, habits and instincts took over and I did in fact carry it home. I found it just in time to run down and make the bus (the bus was late anyway). But, when I got on the bus, I noticed something peculiar, my suit jacket did not match my suit pants! With most of my brain not functioning, it is easy to understand how this occurred. It is also easy to understand why I leave things all over my apartment in disarray. It is a little like a unified theory of Mike - it can be used to explain everything that I do.

Surfing:
Today I caught 7 waves. It was not glassy, but not windy either. There was a little morning sickness on it, but it was overhead on the sets and the shape was pretty good at the Rosecrans sandbar. My first 4 waves, I attempted exaggerated turns and fell on each of them. But on my last 2 waves, I was able to complete 2 solid turns in the critical section of the wave. I was surfing by myself, there were a few people out probably at about 42nd street. I'm so glad I got out there. Ah, if only someone would push the power button on my brain - I could use it for my day job...