Today I failed my rampant consumerism roll. I went shopping for new coffee-making gadgetry, hoping to find something capable of making much better coffee than my current $25 WalMart special auto-drip thingy.
Bewildered by the array of apparati available, I decided instead to go find the "how to make really good coffee" book which would guide me happily through the gadget selection process. Apparently such a book hasn't yet been written. At very least, it wasn't amongst the also-bewildering array of coffee-related books at the local shop.
I bought a book about "trust" and "social theory" instead, driven by a desperate need to understand why the advogato certification system bothers me so much. I stayed up well past my bedtime thinking about it last night, jotting down scads of ideas, and generally letting my brain wander through a caffeine-induced haze. Unsurprisingly, I have yet to come to any conclusions, although I think I'm starting to narrow it down a bit. I'll keep you posted.
Having read the first bit of the book while on the bus home, I'm not entirely convinced that this is something I really want to get into. It's one of those "if you start now, you might finish thinking about it in a year or two" sorts of problems, and to be quite honest I really have a long list of "things to figure out" that will likely have to take priority over "figuring out the sociology of trust metrics". On the other hand, life is funny when it comes to sporadically trouncing you soundly with a nasty bout of well-timed synchronicity, so we'll see how things actually turn out.
In other news, I'm currently suffering yet another night of insomnia. This time, however, I know that it's not related to foolishly drinking Coke until 1:00am. My brain, you see, has this very annoying habit of latching on to a new idea and simply doing everything in its power to hash it all out by morning. Last night it was trust metrics. Tonight it's a combination of trust metrics, knowledge management theory, and thinking about how best to decorate my new apartment. The only conclusion so far: it might be nice to put a shelf above the stove so I have somewhere to keep my spices.
I'm often convinced that my brain has a mind of its own and some sort of long-standing grudge against me.
My cat, for those of you who are following the story, is still happily clawed. I've discovered that, in spite of 6 years of evidence to the contrary, he does actually like catnip. On the other hand, he's spent significantly more time licking his new scratch-post thing than actually scratching it. Next time I'll go a bit lighter on the catnip rubdown, I think.
I really do need to finish packing soon. I believe it's Zeno's Paradox in which the arrow never reaches its target because it simply continues to traverse half the remaining distance for the rest of eternity. That's how packing is beginning to feel. Hopefully the movers have a more practical grasp of the space-time continuum, so at least someone will be capable of slapping a bit of tape across that last box and freeing me from this apparently Sisyphean task.
Worst of all is that tomorrow is garbage day, and I'm entirely unprepared for it. I did, however, manage to actually get a load of laundry done which, while small, is still a step in the right direction.
Words, words, words. Language is important. It also happens to be fun. Yay.