Quote of the Day

One thing about pioneers that you don't hear mentioned is that they are invariably, by their nature, mess-makers. They go forging ahead, seeing only their noble, distant goal, and never notice any of the crud and debris they leave behind them.

“One thing about pioneers that you don’t hear mentioned is that they are invariably, by their nature, mess-makers. They go forging ahead, seeing only their noble, distant goal, and never notice any of the crud and debris they leave behind them.” — Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

I Sit On An Omar Khayyam Rock

You have to be in a certain mood to accept bad recitations of poetry.

Solipsism: Extreme preoccupation with and indulgence of one’s feelings, desires, opinions, etc.

I still do not know what I want this blog to be. I do know I avoid solipsistic posts.

When I’m sick I indulge in long hot baths. They help break my fever and decongest. Or so I believe.

I see Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, two-thirds read, on the shelf. It is the only book I am willing to steam.

Am I in the right frame of mind? Or am I in the right part of the book? I don’t look for an answer. I read on wishing I had grabbed a pencil.

Energy, enthusiasm, gumption. Ego depletion is in the news (for those that follow these things). Attempts to reproduce the results proving the theory are failing. I claim to be unsurprised – they’re over thinking it – you work, you get tired, you rest and you’re ready for another go round.

Pirsig has pages on energy drainers. These are every day things. No tests required, I’ve experienced them.

There is the re-do. You finish, only to realize it’s all wrong and you have to go back to the beginning.

There is the search for the once-in-a-blue-moon problem, knowing it takes a lot of attempts to find the problem.  Correlation does not equal causation but they are the only clues you have.

There is the frustration of the parts trap, of ego traps, and of impatience.

Motorcycle maintenance as a metaphor with a little explicit Zen. I see the book’s title in the text. I’m in the right part of the book.

Or maybe I’m in the right frame of mind to see it.