Sometimes skies are only grey, and nought makes it go away; doesn't mean my failure, it's just life. I promise to try hard in future not to race with thread to suture something only balm of time will heal.
Over a year since my last post, and so I decided (in typical geek fashion) to reboot it by switching blogging platforms. So goodbye Blogger, and hello Octopress! Octopress is a different kind of blog system than many – there’s no database, only flat files. You write a new post in a plain text file, run a command to create the generated page, and away you go! A little magic is required to serve it easily on the web (I’m using a service called Heroku, for the other nerd in the audience), but that’s it!
I’m thinking a bit about what I want to write about - the things that interest me, as well as what I’m up to. As always, here’s hoping it gets more love than the last effort :P
|Angry face - Day 0!|
A while back I posted about my growing frustration with the constant distractions I allowed myself to deflected by. I’m still mulling over about what my response should be; I’ve taken some small steps, and I hope to share those another time.
In the meantime, have a listen to this short story by sci-fi author Ray Bradbury, called The Murderer.
In it, a psychologist examines a man who’s had enough, and decided to take matters into his own hands…
The Murderer [MP3] (9MB, ~15 minutes) - (opens in a new window/tab)
flying down with cleansing fire
fire too hot to touch.
My lips may be clean
but still there are times
when the scars smoulder with the memory.
And so on I go
your searing stamp of approval
the agony and the ecstasy
a reminder that YHWH is Salvation…
It’s a fascinating interview, and sounds like a really good read.
walk a lotta walk,
I try to live to please You but I
just can’t shake the awk..ward..
voice that nags and says “You know what?
maybe take your eyes off you;
fix ‘em firmly back on Jesus and
remember…He loves you.”
“He loves you when the going’s good, when
all things come up Milhouse,
and just as much when things are grey,
and all you feel is s—house!”
“He knows you want to please Him
so remember that you do!
Now get out of your self-right funk
and go love others too…”
“Blinded by distractions,
lost in matter-less affairs…”
— dc Talk, “Day By Day”
Recently while sitting on a train, a largely unremarkable thing happened – so unremarkable it gave me pause for thought. What was this non-event?
I got a new PB in Bejeweled Blitz. Not just any Personal Best: I cracked the half-million mark (and beat my previous best by over 150,000)! I enjoyed the quick squirt of adrenaline as it shot through my body, and then I thought: “Huh.”
For a while now I’ve become increasingly frustrated and annoyed at the way the Internet and smart phones have trained my attention patterns — the classic Gen-Y dance I call “The Context-Switch One-Step”. Take your electronic distraction generator in one hand, drop your head slightly, place earphones in ears, and away we go, with a one-two-three, one-two-three, facebook-check, twitter-feeds, email-check, one-more-game, when’s-that-tram, one-two-three…
Such constant “engagement” (from pellet-popping to drinking from the firehose) has made it very hard for my brain to either 1) switch off or 2) give undivided attention to just one thing. Sometimes this is a benefit, but mostly, it just leaves me distracted and not at rest.
This spills out into all sorts of areas; why bother taking the time to cook a healthy meal when “fast food” slips into the cycle more easily? Or learning a new skill? Or making any time investment at all?
But the place where rubber hits road for me the hardest is spending time with God — how can I be still when everything in my mind screams “hurry, hurry, faster, more!” How can I spend time meditating on a chunk of connected verses, when they seem to meld into a stream of 140-character morsels right before my eyes?
Aldous Huxley would be horrified…
A NY state of mind,
A yin & yang of fear defined
by pride and self-obsess galore…
urging me to go and do/
all I want is/
for the world to/