Leapdragon 2016 - Aron Hsiao Was Here

Owls. Coywolves. Noodles.  §

It sounds like a Facebook update:

“Eating Chinese with the kids while watching Nature documentaries on Owls and Coywolves.”

There’s no picture to go along with it. The Chinese is home-made. I am an unkempt mess. It has been a long couple of days.

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Right now, I wish I could take the back off of a mechanical chronometer or an automatic watch and just stare at the gears moving for hours.

Or maybe I wish I could load up a classic Genesis game like Flashback and play it for hours.

Okay, I don’t know what I wish. Maybe that’s where I am right now. I don’t know what I wish for.

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I’m surrounded by an immense amount of creativity technology. Laptops, tablets, smartphones, smartpens, Alphasmarts, Newtons, Photoshop, Lightroom, digital cameras, pens and pencils, paints and canvases, modeling clay and I’m sure more stuff that I haven’t even mentioned.

And now what?

It’s like I’m waiting for the messiah so that I can write the hymn, sometimes.

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Okay, I lied before. The kids aren’t eating. The kids never eat. That’s one of the things about kids.

I’d like to go to bed early tonight and read a book. I’m sure they have other ideas. Oh well, that’s how it goes.

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Sometimes I make blog posts just to know that I’m still alive. This is one of those times. I don’t have anything to say. I don’t know what there is to say. I am doing precisely what the critics are talking about when the criticize blogs as being so much navel-gazing.

I am navel-gazing. I am. Because I have to do something. And I don’t want to do any of the things that I think I ought to be doing. So I’m doing this instead.

Just to feel the reassuring tactile feedback that the computer keyboard provides.

And I’m not lying there. It is reassuring. It is so reassuring that it’s almost sick at this point. Someday, when they invent direct mind-to-data transfers, I will be amongst the older generation of luddites that refuses to give up the keyboard. Because I need it. The feeling of the keyboard is more important to me at this point than my own heartbeat.

When someday I get arthritis so bad that I can’t type any longer, I will quickly go insane.

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