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I wear sunglasses at night…

I like sitting in the dark.

I don’t know why I do. I came in to the lab the other morning and it was dark. I guess I must have been the first person there. I decided that I would just leave things be and start on my work. We’ll ignore the fact that I didn’t know where the light switch was.

There’s something serening about the darkness. It’s peaceful, relaxing and even therapeutic. I like the isolation. The darkness envelopes you and you become the darkness. I get lost in my own thoughts; there’s nothing to distract me. All I know is that I exist. Nothing else matters.

Some people find the darkness theatening. I look at it as inviting. The darkness doesn’t frighten me at all. It provides comfort to me. It’s as if time suddenly slows to a crawl and nothing really matters outside of my mind.

I find I work better when it’s dark. I think it’s that whole lack of distraction aspect. There’s nothing to take my mind away from the task at hand. I can actually visualize what I’m doing and I’m better able to fully concentrate on any problems I may be having. Clarity is something that comes to me in the darkness only to be muddled by the invading light. It’s strange. It’s like I can hear myself thinking when it’s dark. I can see the words forming in my head and things usually just make sense to me.

I find that I usually have my best thinking sessions right before I fall asleep. Lying in bed with my eyes close, I think I see images floating around my head. When I was little it usually was pirate ship related. I honestly don’t have a valid explanation for it, though I’m sure Freud would say it had something to do with my innate desire to sleep with my mother or some crap like that. But I can see my thoughts. They manifest themselves into shapes and colors. Of course, usually shortly after that I fall asleep only to wake up unable to recall what happened in between.

Anyway, it’s late and I’m tired and no more coherence can possibly come out of this. I’ll write about dreaming later.

Take the Subway

I hate Netscape.

I know to many of you this will seem a little strange. But after using it for who knows how many years, I’ve come to the conclusion that it really does suck. I’m not saying that IE is good. It just sucks less.

Ok, maybe I’m being a little unfair. It’s possible that the version of Netscape for Solaris is the only one worthy of being branded with a suckage tatoo. Netscape has routinely eaten posts I’ve made to both my blog and to some of the boards I frequent. Stupid bus errors. Actually, ignoring the fact that it can’t display many pages correctly and the fonts are never the right size, it’s not so bad.

And I bet you were thinking that I would write about baseball.

Go Mets

Impending doom on the blood soaked blue horizon…

Yes, I know that I borrowed a metaphor. Let’s face it, I am not a creative genius. Nor am I anything resembling imaginative. So forgive me.

One of my saving graces that I was counting on was the fact that I had troubles getting blogs posted through Netscape from these Sun machines. I chalked it up to misconfiguration and saw it as an aid in productivity. Well, I am sitting, not in my office but in the satellite communications lab posting this blog.

I’m doomed. Someone save me.

Hello, my name is Jeff…

IRC is evil.

There was a small little tidbit about IRC here, but I thought it best to rethink it because it wasn’t very cohesive at all.

Magnificence

As I was walking to the lab where I’ve been doing my work, I was struck by the majestic beauty of autumn. Taking a deep breath, the cool, crisp, wonderful October air filled my lungs with joyful exhuberance. The weather was perfect. Blue skies, high fluffy clouds and of course, brilliant sunshine. The only thing missing was a gentle breeze and the rustling of colored leaves. All in all, I felt wonderful, invigorated and ready to take on the world.