Advice To The Budding Chrononaut
Try not to watch movies about time travel right before bed. And if you DO decide to watch one, try not to lie in bed working out who in the movie went how far back, how many times. And if you DO lie there all analyzingwise before falling asleep, try your hardest not to spend the next six hours stressdreaming about the precise route through time you should take, in order for you and your double to synchronously appear in two precise but arbitrary locations.
IT IS NO FUN. Stress dreams (Does everyone call them that? Those partially asleep dreams where you are unsuccessfully attempt a task over and over again, and wake up exhausted?) are crappy anyway, but failing to time travel in a proper fashion is a double letdown. Not only was I unable to complete the task, but it turns out I am also unable to travel through time. Eugggh.
So what shall I listen to tonight before bed to ensure I’m not haunted by the irritating stress-dream ghost again…
No, wait. Oh bollocks.
To Sound Out Loudly
My typing hands are reaching puberty, but their lack of skill is kinda Alzheimerey. The more I type, the worse I get. My fingers slack off because the feel of the high impact plastic keys is so familiar and boring, and goddammit they ain’t gonna perform unless it’s a challenge. Most recently, they’ve totally given up on the ‘c’ in .com. Every domain name I type ends up with the sanskrity .om ending, instead. What is required, I think, is a more exciting keyboard. Astroturf. Deep pile. Something like that.
I’m free! Ish. I passed my A exam last week and spent the next four days slacking off down and out and about and around in Manhattan, with G. It was glorious. Of course now all my attention is getting redirected onto the spoilheaps of real work, which got neglected during the exam prep process.
But my evenings have returned. Instead of wandering through the back through the rain into lab after dinner I can do less useful activities, like tidying my room, and amending my tax return, and watching stuff on the internet. Like Primer (which is Netflixable, digital kids), one of the best science fiction films I had never heard of. It combines the most accurate depiction of what doing science is like (except for the slightly too snazzy dressing and groomedness), with the mental loop-the-loops of Mulholland Drive. It also cost less than $7000 to film.
You know it’s gotta be fantastic when the plot is explained like this:
Lots of thumbs up! Except if they are hitting the spacebar.
More soon…