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Thoughts on midget coffees, MEDs and friends 2003-08-14 - 12:41 a.m. 
Just like when people say its the little things that you notice, for me its the little things that confuse me into thinking too much. Case in point: I debate with myself about why western society developed small coffee containers. I can walk into an AM/PM or other gas station store, for example, and buy a quarter gallon of soda. Inside the very same store, however, I have one option: 12 oz. bottles--or what I affectionately refer to as 'midgets'. To me, coffee is something that requires at least 30 oz. to savor. Just as you get into a midget, it's gone; this is a great marketting ploy in getting you to buy 3 or 4 of the fuckers. But in an ideal world where the marketability of midgets weren't so important (and perhaps where two people can agree they just want play without 5 hours of social rituals and credit card bills), I could buy not only over-priced gourmet iced coffee, but over-priced gourmet iced coffee in really fucking big designer bottles. With peel off game prizes on the sticker. Not that this has anything to do with the last several days, but it is a re-occuring thought. ---- Then again, there's not much that can be associated with the last several days. I've gone into the lab to do volunteer work, usually from 11am to 5pm. So far this has consisted of several failed experiments, trying to make bio-containment room arrangements so we can use a highly infectious virus on rats to help make them depressed (which isn't my idea), ordering mandarin and orange chicken for lunch (as I always do without exception), and dealing with other researchers that give me the "I need to smile at you because we work on the same level, but I don't really know/like you so I'll look passively chagrined unless I need to use you" face. The part about experiments failing kinda sucks, I grant you, but the rest of it is endearing in a way--there's a zen in the total anonymity and peace of mind. ---- I like the idea that my existence is justified simply because I'm aware of it. I am searching for mood edification dalliances (MEDs) to maintain this awareness. MEDs are scattered throughout the 'net and other people like easter eggs. Oddly enough, the flash section at www.newsgroups.com feeds this alternative lifestyle lust-child inside me. I am building a nanotech mansion of surreal and bubble-gum mainstream mindsets, video clips, 'shared' music, photographs, articles and other perfumed mind vomit. These nanobots cannot fight cancer, nor increase the size of my penis or bring back the dead; Microsoft is still working on version 2.0. Their function is simple: as the amount of downloadable media increases, people in general can increasingly narrow or expand their mindset to whatever suits their fancy at a given time. These MEDs can compliment or create segments of you. Regardless of who I am, I will not only find MEDs for my lifestyle, but my emotions, sexual proclivities, racial biases, long-distance plan, favored specific mood and bed-sheet spread pattern. Justification spreads like heat pulses along a crotch, a volcanic fault line erupting homecomings and a sense of belonging. It's disturbing how much control we have over our reality and what we experience. MEDs just bring that into relief...but somehow make me feel good about the process. ---- As far as social plans go, I haven't heard from John yet this week. We only contact each other through Yahoo IM. I'm hoping he'll check it in the next few days so we can get some plans going. Then again, it's been awhile since Captain Finklesnort and I did something. I'll figure something out. The insurance on my car finally cleared, after all. I have to drive the thing somewhere just on principle. I'm also expecting to see Dork and his Sig. O. Weavie toward the end of this months. Hell, just about 8 days from now if I correctly made sense of his plans to come in earlier for David Lynch goodness. Regardless of when he's coming in, we've got tickets to see Belle and Sebastian at the Greek Theatre on the 27th. I haven't had the informal delight or involuntary protein spill of listening to S&B, but I respect Dork's music taste--that and I haven't been to a concert for years. ---- Just as an amusing snippet: I was extremely pissed off at myself last night. I'd just gotten through the first sub-section on studying geometry for this thing. I understood the material, but I kept fucking up on the practice questions. 9 questions later, I put down the book and noticed the nearly full moon billowing out between and along these off-blue clouds. I ran to Mom's truck, grabbed the tripod, grabbed the camera and started shooting. While the photoshoot from last thursday only gave me a few good shots, last night was absolutely incredible. You'll see what I mean when I post the links for the photographs... ---- Speaking of photographs, I've been sitting on a few for awhile, but here they are: Comment: I spent most of thursday chasing after reflections of the trees and sky in water. For some reason the pools all looked like chunks of sapphire painted on silk. This is one such example. Comment: One of my favorite 'digital negative' pics. It doesn't even look like a photograph. Comment: This is the regular version of "Tunnel Vision" with some added contrast and brightness. I held back on it for awhile; didn't think it was flashy enough. I then figured out that adding a black border really kicked up the 'fucking creepy' factor. Yum. |
