Argument

"No tree has branches so foolish as to fight among themselves."--Ojibway saying.


I was thinking about how people argue. What are we really arguing about? I feel like most of the time, we are arguing about the same thing, maybe from an egotistical bias that acts as an obstacle to finding a real solution.

Birthing a baby

There is a Greek myth that explains Athena's origins as the "brainchild" of Zeus. I've been thinking about this myth lately because I see it as a metaphor for the creative process.

I want to write a story, yet I have no real plot. I have particles of situations floating around my head, an ambiguous message that I want to get across. I've been thinking about these particles and plots for a couple of months now--slowly but surely, I can see something gathering.

So, for these last couple of months I have been carrying around an idea in my brain, watching it form and shaping it at the same time. I'm gathering things from the environment to feed it, trying to stay confident about what I want but allowing this idea to evolve at the same time. Slowly but surely, I've been typing things out.

The birthing part. This is when everything takes shape as I write down the thing. I know it will take months and many revisions and I want to do it before I get into med school (ififififif). But once it is done I can look at it in its entirety and be proud, even if it does end up taking its own direction.

Hopefully it won't be aborted.

Athena

I love this painting by Klimt. The expression, the armor with glinting gold. It's inspiring.

Strange Tennis

So, Sars told me to update and I will, because tonight I played tennis and it felt strange, surreal.

Tonight I could feel a sticky humidity that coated my skin, so the air felt warm and intimate and I couldn't get away from it.

Have you ever felt moments where you felt strange? Or you were caught in this weird time warp or alternate reality? Or is that just me? Anyway.

So I was playing tennis with by brother and dad and all the courts were deserted, so it was just us. Randomly, we would hear people talking without seeing them. While we played, there was also a robot voice that kept repeating something, like "fire, fire" or "water, water." Intermittently it would beep a couple times. This was both funny and creepy, cheesy haunted house style.

Because the air was humid and thick, things didn't feel real. Like my head was in a druggy cloud. I guess it's that feeling one gets when they smoke a really nice spliff.

So, I just decided I like nights like this. Weird nights. Like in high school when my friends and I used to play in an empty playground and every creak/crack/scuff was a potential stranger or alien. It adds some magic and mystery to life, when things can't be explained, such as disembodied robot voices.