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The more things change . . .

So I've spent quite a bit of time away from here. While there is a giant gap in content since my last post, I thought I'd offer up this post as a form of explaination. I've been going through a lot of changes lately. You might say I've been evolving. Yeah, I think evolve is a good word to use here. Now that my children are running the house, I have been forced to re-examine my purpose in life. It turns out, after all, that my function is to wait. To help better explain how rewarding I find the act of waiting, allow me to first define the term—wait: to assume a form of stasis whereby one remains open to additional instruction while maintaining an active queue of established tasks for prompt execution after stasis has been terminated but before anyone notices that nothing was accomplished during the time stasis was being observed.

I find it interesting that as primitive beings we were physical creatures of action. Almost as if we were sharks—the ceasing of movement proving fatal. As we evolved further, life became more complex but our need for constant physical activity seemed less necessary. Many versions of human passed before we could call ourselves 'advanced.' Now, we're actively trying to find time to manage the complexities we invented as an excuse to build machines designed to simplify our lives. More interesting to me, however, is how the very tools we created to help us have become our greatest captors—the act of finding the remote control being life's greatest punishment.

As I wait to help put my son's coat on or carry my daughter's car seat to the minivan, I find myself looking around the house at all the little gizmos and toys collected over the years. I think about the new gizmos and toys out there and how badly I want them. My mind drifts off into fantasies about the latest whatsit when I'm suddenly pulled back to reality by my son's request for his jacket, my daughter clammering for attention and my wife rapidly approaching with the ever-expanding list of errands and requests. . .

It seems as though our world has changed from one of much movement and frenzy to one which requires us to hurry up and wait. I don't mind the waiting either. In fact, I rather enjoy the stillness of being a human coat rack. It's the 'doing' that bothers me of late—I'd rather remain physically still while reinventing the universe in my mind. Could my becoming a virtual entity be called evolution? I hope so.

I'm telling you about my 'evolution' now because I'm not sure if I'll get the chance to share it again. You're reading an entry from the new and improved me! No longer am I the knuckle-dragging ape haunched over the physical tasks set before it. I'm sophisticated now! I know about free will and the subtle art of alchemy. I know where to find the 'phat lewt' in World of Warcraft! Life is good and I'm finally high-level...er...evolved enough to enjoy most of it. . .

While waiting on my next 'real world' assignment, I think I'll log into my favorite online game and excercise my character's agility stat—it will make it easier to dodge future errands. My family is mobilizing and I'm still looking for an armorsmith to repair my leggings. My son is sliding down the stairs and will be asking me to help him with his shoes any second now. I don't have much time to prepare. . .

I do find it odd, however, that I'm sitting here haunched over a computer thinking about how tired I'll be after the long journey ahead for my virtual persona. Meanwhile, my wife is standing at the door waiting for me to get the kids loaded up and out the door for another adventure in grocery shopping. I'm ready for it though. But first . . .

... has anyone seen my pants?

Comments

  1. How was your shopping trip?

    ;-)

    Hugs + Kisses,
    your inspiration ;-)

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  2. It was everything I hoped it would be! :)

    I haven't heard from you in such a long time...drop me an email and let me know how things are with you? I'm anxious to catch up with my inspiration... I need to start creating again ;-)

    -n

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  3. I wrote you twice an email ....
    Did you change your email?

    uh ...yes ..inspiration ...need some too ;-)

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