thispresentsojourn

I’ve just run the numbers, and it’s official: I am ±26% more creative and productive on a laptop as contrasted by a desktop-style computing machine.

Chalk it up to portability and a capacity for change in environment to affects perception and focus [if, if, if you must], but I prefer to imagine this is a mysterious chunk of aluminum that has built into its very nature portions of my person. That it understands precisely what I need in order to invent or rather incarnate, and implements it without much asking doing.  That’s so far what it seems.

The timing of it and the pace at which it’s moved me through a number of projects work-wise and otherwise is wholly good, considering the past month I feel like I’ve been trying so hard to get my nose past the proverbial surface and take in some air, but there have been a few cannonballs tied to my ankle which have recently been loosed my ankle (no bruising either!) and I’m finally back somewhere near the equilibrium.

It’s raining horrendously or perhaps torrentiously! here in the badlands of Dallas, and so each of us all is under our rooftops sipping tea-spots and espressos-marked-with-foam from ceramic demitasses, listening to Norse books-on-tape or The Brothers Grimm simpler though dark still, or Finnish fanciness — what have you?

Though when I think of it, the space outside my window looks as if it could be set among the moors of Northern Ireland but possibly it’s a glimpse into the Third Age? Maybe my mind is a bit busy when I sit in front of the computer all day, and although my running plans were foiled, I don’t mind looking at this for a little bit more {courtesy iPhone, which looks like it accidentally cross-processed the image in a momentary miracle}:

Soundtrack .:. Sigur Rós & Hilmar Örn Hilmarsson — Ó›in’s Raven Magic