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Maybe I'm playing pong
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hike a bike in Slovakia, cc-by-sa Laura Hilliger
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It's the middle of October, somehow, which might be my favourite part of the year. At least when it's sunny. Or rainy. Or otherwise autumn. I was out for a couple weeks, biking and hiking with the bears in Slovakia and otherwise completely offline. I used Google maps a couple of times and tracked my biking and hiking. Otherwise, offline. I cleaned out a shed, gave my gardens food for next year, took stuff to the junkyard and watched the leaves turn to gold and red.
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I found it difficult to come back online for all of about two hours on Monday. Then I slid into the groove of my computering and started to catch up with work, socials, writing. I tell myself I'll get better at sorting myself out sometime soon. I will write more and follow my own processes and be less hesitant to interact on the socials. I will also stop drinking alcohol, eat more fiber, learn to play the piano and start painting again. I will do all these things and so much more because I am not living up to my potential. I could have been...
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...what? What is it that we're supposed to be?
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We recorded a podcast with our colleague Pedram Parasmand this week. He has a Masters in Theoretical Physics. He said he studied theoretical physics wondering how the universe works, but now he's much more interested in how WE work. I guess I'm busy exploring the same.
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Maybe I'm dreaming
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For some reason my dreams have been wildly vivid this week, and they've been on the verge of nightmares. I don't consider a dream a nightmare unless it's straight up horror-show. If I wake up screaming, that's a nightmare. When you wake up from a nightmare you feel relieved. It's not real, you tell yourself, just a dream. When you wake up and start pondering significance, that's a dream. I've been waking up pondering and a little relieved.
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Every once in a while when I'm wondering what I should do with myself, I consider throwing all of my brain into the occult and becoming a Wiccan. Well, actually, I would be a witch with a cauldron and eye of newt. Should a cauldron be cast iron? If yes, that'd be a pretty pricey transition. I would have to start buying paper towels again to oil that thing up.
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Alternatively I consider becoming some sort of fundamentalist or outright fanatic. Alas, I don't have what they call "faith" and I have no idea where one buys an appropriate robe. It's practicalities that stop me from becoming a different person.
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These links have nothing to do with fanaticism, Wiccan stuff or nightmares. I just didn't feel like writing about copyright or activism today.
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Maybe I need help?
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I've been doing loads of big brained work on things and an absolutely rubbish job at sharing. I only today bothered to update my website with all the stuff I've written since May. I just copied and pasted from my Medium submissions. I didn't flex on LinkedIn or anything.
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I've had Non-Coercive marketing: A Primer open in my browser for a while. I noticed that EVERY SINGLE REFERENCE points to some dude's work and ideas. I actually double checked. Representation matters damnit. But, hey, we're not allowed to complain about it, now are we?
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/me waves buy-bye to the several men who will unsubscribe now because I said something about gender
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