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Internet chatting is not the same as face to face conversation.
This is a truth which all newbies, to either world(though help come to those for whom internet chatting is the first), learn quickly.
Backspace is a convenient key.
Those who strive to guard themselves from regret learn quickly that passiveness is its truest precedent.
I had typed more words in this article, but I backspaced them out.
Now, empty, I ponder and wonder.
If those lost words were truly worth the extra keystrokes.
September 7, 2009 at 8:12 pm | Reflections | No comments
Physics Homework
A time when I was traversing down the truly, most definitely clear road of a teenage high school student who is most certainly NOT experiencing the identification stage of life(See Erik Erikson, the man with an awesome name), I realized that I had forgotten the preposition starting the first sentence of an article I was forming in my head to be written at a future time.
Disorganized was for the word my thoughts. Disarrayed was the word my thoughts for. Disastrous spelt it all.
Thinking, then, I remembered I was working on my physics homework. For the past few moments, a random passerby would have caught me with my eyes glazed over had not they been blockaded by the computer screen. Yes, computer-assigned homework is truly a marvel in its eye blockading abilities(to random passersby even!), but the content of the homework would, by all modus operandi, hold true to its mind-arresting aptitude.
Yes, I, for a moment, was blank-minded, suspended in the endless suspension of dumbfounded-ness at a single physics problem. I, with my eyes glazed over, ceased to continue any but that single physics problem. I, who ignored my own approach.
I, in a time before the writing of this article, thought. And, I, in an instant, learned the virtue of patience.
A computer accomplishes more than hide the eyes of its user from the view of someone staring upon the machine’s back. Despite my most reliably cited popular belief, the computer is more than a mere black or white or gray or beige or rainbow box obscuring the world. It is a call to convenience.
And at that moment, as I mused on computers, a thing(calculations) which eluded my difficulties in the past, was the impetus to my absentmindedness. I lost all focus. I lost it the minute I sat in that chair–No, the minute I turned on that power button the minute before I sat in that chair.
I remembered a past life of lesser laziness when calculators and notebook paper were instinct. And here I was, seeing an assignment on the computer, predisposed to venture the mental crunching of numbers in my mind. My finitely reserving mind! It was scarce a wonder that the solution eludes those who forget the value of circumspection!
And so I pretended to undust my pencil as if the time between now and the end of school, when I had last writ with that gratifying lead, were a lifetime of neglect. So quickly had I forgotten the treasure of written aid.
In a few short moments, I scribed that which was to be scribed so fancifully and cheerfully as I would choose to scribe the word scribe rather I write the word write. In a few short moments more, all became clear for the discord and chaos that was the disarray, disaster, and disorganization of my determinate critical thinking capacity was now bound and formed upon the indeterminate bulk of all the world’s paper.
In a few short moments later, I finished my physics homework.
September 7, 2009 at 7:05 pm | Lifepost, Reflections | No comments