I trip out on small insignificant things sometimes...
Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 10:50 pm
...like the wooden spoon.
The wooden spoon hasn't really changed its design since the fucking dawn of tools. When was that? Oh, like 2 million years ago.
Ok, so maybe the wooden spoon isn't quite that old. After all, soup is not 2 million years old, and I'm not about to look up who invented fucking soup and when.
But still, this is a piece of technology that we use and see in our daily lives almost every single day and it never really occurs to many of us just how long it's been useful. it only dawned on me the other day.
Maybe I just think too much about insignificant details like this, but I think this detail is kinda rad.
Some things are just enduring.
Here is a slightly unrelated video that calls into question just how long the threads of life are that lead to each of us, and how we personally relate to the origins of all life on earth, and how we're all lucky to be here. I'm sick, and high on cold medicine. Fucking sue me, this kind of shit is rad to think about.
Plus, the song is touching.
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I guess maybe the things I trip out about are not small, insignificant things, they are things so massive that they can only be connected to by their trivial artifacts, the things that can be touched on the human scale; tactile representations of a passage of time that no person on earth could ever truly comprehend.
This time last year I was edging on suicide. Now, even though my life still ain't where I want it to be, I'm glad to be here alive and thinking about the flow that I'm a part of.
The wooden spoon hasn't really changed its design since the fucking dawn of tools. When was that? Oh, like 2 million years ago.
Ok, so maybe the wooden spoon isn't quite that old. After all, soup is not 2 million years old, and I'm not about to look up who invented fucking soup and when.
But still, this is a piece of technology that we use and see in our daily lives almost every single day and it never really occurs to many of us just how long it's been useful. it only dawned on me the other day.
Maybe I just think too much about insignificant details like this, but I think this detail is kinda rad.
Some things are just enduring.
Here is a slightly unrelated video that calls into question just how long the threads of life are that lead to each of us, and how we personally relate to the origins of all life on earth, and how we're all lucky to be here. I'm sick, and high on cold medicine. Fucking sue me, this kind of shit is rad to think about.
Plus, the song is touching.
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I guess maybe the things I trip out about are not small, insignificant things, they are things so massive that they can only be connected to by their trivial artifacts, the things that can be touched on the human scale; tactile representations of a passage of time that no person on earth could ever truly comprehend.
This time last year I was edging on suicide. Now, even though my life still ain't where I want it to be, I'm glad to be here alive and thinking about the flow that I'm a part of.
