Weekend Offline

I took last weekend offline. Saturday morning I shut down my computer and didn't boot it up until I was in the office on Monday. It was much much needed. Since starting the day job, I've been online a lot and I was becoming cracked out. Eyes hurting, headache, stressed, having negative association with my beloved laptop. Creativity drained, drinking and even the occasional clove. Then that David Byrne song lyric started up in my head "how did I get here?" and I knew I was doomed. I had been sucked into the windy arms of the tornado - one that was not of my own doing. I was battered and flung around like beer cans in a trailer park.

Where was my patented heathervescent outtheredness while utterly grounded to this earth? LOLnot.

So I went offline and read. Continuing with my love of numbers and analysis I plowed through "The Drunkards Walk" - a book on mathematics history, chaos, order and theory. This has been an inspiring read coming on the heels of Predictable Irrationality. It brought to light something I was not taking into consideration with possibilities. The probability of the possibility. Lights went off all over heather's synapses. And my book list grew adding tomes by Fourier, Sir Principia and ultimately the burning desire to take Calculus.

Again the David Byrne song begins. But it's immediately mashed up and I find myself at Bootie LA, front stage with kindred spirit Anna and her boyf watching Lady Tigre mashing up her songs live. Only hours ago the three of us sat sipping green tea from my great Nana's pre-WW2 German China, munchy-wunching on cookies and a beautiful cheese plate. Sharing stories from the summer. A dry country, a state-line bar, stories and adventures. Discussions of sovereigns and the trillion dollar meltdown.

Each day I take in the essences. I try not to look at my investment accounts. I try to get and stay grounded in the eye of the tornado. And I try to follow my passions, my dreams. The internet scrambled my brain. Taking the two days off gave me the ability to remember and become who I really am.

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[Lars P]

And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful Wife
And you may ask yourself-well...how did I get here?

That song is in my head A LOT. More lately, due to reasons.

And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right? ...am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
My god!...what have I done?