benlog

The other night I had a dream that I had a job writing lyrics for R. Kelly. I can’t quite remember any of the songs now, but in the dream they were pretty good words at least. It reminded me of when I was younger having a dream that my dad taught me how to play a new song on the piano and then when I woke up I could play it. Only, that’s such an old memory now that it might have been a dream within a dream. Sometimes there’s not much difference between dreams and memories.

Tomorrow is my birthday. Events like birthdays and new years days are a great reminder of time. Time is something that doesn’t really make sense to people, I don’t think. Time is a great circular reference to itself - defining time in terms that aren’t themselves a function of time is nearly impossible and almost always incomprehensible. Time marches on, as they say on TV, and yet all measurements of time are through cyclical observations.

“What time is it? No time to look back.”

On my last birthday I put my top secret three year plan into action. I let it slip just a little bit once, but nothing too specific. I think I’m about a half-year behind schedule, unfortunately. I think I might start a new three year plan this year, and take last year as a practice run and a bit of a head start. The biggest challenge will be to see what happens when the curling season ends.

How’s that for some cryptic personal rambling?