It’s been a slightly weird Thanksgiving this year. Grateful as ever, don’t get me wrong, but as always, events conspired. Somehow I picked up an intestinal bug on or around Thanksgiving day. Thanksgiving day itself at the kids’ new home was great. We got home by 7:00. I took apart the turkey carcass the kids gave us and got the broth cooking. Then we relaxed into our backlog of DVR’d episodes of Lie to Me. After 3 episodes, I went to bed. But first I put the turkey broth pot out in our cold pantry to cool overnight. It would need to cook more tomorrow.
At about 2 in the morning I awoke in a cold sweat, nauseous, wondering if I’d be needing, or even be able, to haul my dizzy ass to the toilet to puke, vomit, yak, upchuck … you know how your mind rolls these things around while you’re frozen there in bed in the wee hours. And if you don’t, then you’re lucky. But there is such a wonderful collection of synonyms for ‘regurgitate’! One can only suppose that must be due to the amount of toilet hugging time spent by so many brilliant revelers and their hair-holding-back friends over the years, whilst waiting to de-food, gack, ralph, hurl, bark at the ants, or, finally, my favorite, throw a map. Well I just lay there, taking one short shallow breath after another, and eventually fell back to sleep.
Don’t remember much of anything about Friday. Slept through most of it. Managed to get the turkey broth back to cooking. May have done some reading, but I hope not, cause I won’t be remembering any of it. Had no appetite whatsoever, but did have a slight headache. So I was unable to do my customary Black Friday shopping trips. All my friends know how much I love to get out there into the fray bright and early, slashing away at the crowds with my machete and stamping their residue with my steel-toed boots so that I may get that precious gift for that special someone at the best possible price. That is the object of the game. No matter how many must die. Still though, I managed not to puke. And the house reeked of turkey broth, which I finally filtered and decanted, all achy and stuff. Didn’t wash any dishes. Slept all through Friday night too.
Saturday continued the rest campaign. With more reading. Finished Jeremy Cabbage (lovely ending and would make a fun movie with Steve Buscemi as Jeriah Wirm, and Alan Rickman as the Baron, not sure who should play Jeremy and Polly, but I’ll keep thinking) and also did a bit of cooking. Made some turkey soup. Rather plain, with chick peas, onions, garlic, and parsley. We had it for dinner. With crackers. My wife wasn’t feeling all that well either.
Continued reading What Technology Wants. This is a hefty tome, as I mentioned before, and is the reason for the title of this post. The author’s prose is intellectually a bit stilted, but not so dense as to make it unreadable (like this sentence). It reads pretty well and at the halfway point I keep wondering whether it’s ever going to get to the point, or whether it already has a number of times and I’ve missed all of them. Which usually means that the point has some subtlety to it and really does need 359 pages to illuminate it fully. Or I’m just too dim. But I’m gonna stick it out, because I think I’m starting to get it. The title conveys the notion of technology as an cognizant entity, right? How else could it “want”? It could want in the same way that planet Earth wanted to create life forms. It’s not the kind of want we humans feel when dying for a Snickers bar, but rather the potential for something to crystallize given all the ambient conditions. The author called it “ordained becoming”. How humanity and technology have coexisted and grown through history is fascinating and meaningful in these times, where we’re now like a pair of whirling dervishes. Kevin Kelly (the author) is an enigmatic figure in many respects, and seems to me to be the perfect person to tackle this topic. Plus as a 20 something he went all ascetic, ditched his stuff, and rode all around the country on a bicycle. I think I may have more to say about this after I’ve finished reading it. It’s due at the library next Wednesday. Stay tuned.
Sunday was a nice day for the most part. Continued to rest. Still a bit achy and, uh, well I hate to say it, but … constipated and gassy. Just not right. But it was sunny so I got out into the greenhouse for a bit of reading and solar exposure. That was nice. For dinner we had more leftover turkey soup. Ug. There’s still some in the fridge. Didn’t sleep too well Sunday night, still very gassy. Apparently I’d turned our bedroom into a gas chamber. By 3 am my wife recommended I take some milk of magnesia. Which I did. It helped, but I decided I was not feeling up to work, so I emailed in sick. One more day to sun for an hour in the greenhouse and read. Hopefully Tuesday morning I’ll be right as rain.