post-poning life. because that's what i do.

turns out the pc ailment was just a bad power supply, and my dad happened to own a good one. what are the chances? which is good, i was sort of starting to freak out about having all my connections to the imaginary world* in a wee teeny bit of droppable plastic. because if you haven't met my coordination... well, let's just say neither have i.

in further news from my parents' house: my dad sharpened all the knives because the usa "bad disaster movie marathon" reminded him that they would not be sharp enough for proper deployment in a disaster situation; additionally, the vase by the fireplace is wearing my mom's jewelry. i am sufficiently removed to find both of these occurences disturbing, but can also completely understand where they come from. which in itself is worrying.

also, last night i unexpectedly found the answer to a question i've had ever since i read the giver: when we see a red apple, are we even seeing the same thing? "the case of the colorblind painter" confirmed my suspicions that we do not. which leaves me free to marvel at the precariousness of common perception and really makes me wonder how we manage to get along at all. this ties into my larger preoccupation with human systems and simultaneously makes me worry about cobbling together a thesis that still qualifies as environmental economics, and creates enough stress that i pretty much have to go think about something else now.

fyi, it is possible to have nightmares about curling irons. don't ask how that connects, just allow me to assure you that it does. yeah, i'm decidedly done now.


*the computer imaginary world, not the book one. i can't even begin to think about what would happen if the book world disappeared. even this tangent kind of makes me twitch. and a twitching nerd doesn't even sound pretty.