Fathers Day
I saw the best minds of my generation, destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical....
Which is kind of not the truth. Because I truly have never seen an actual mind. I have seen a brain before, more than one. But a mind is different than a brain. A mind, as well as being a terrible thing to waste, is I am not certain what it is. hehehehe way to be definitive. Actually I consider the mind to be the thoughts that float languidly within the brain. Except they are not really floating. Because then we would be aware of them. I think we would anyway. But thoughts (at least mine) seem to dissapear when I am not thinking of them. So, perhaps the mind is where the thoughts sleep. I would hate to think that they just dissapear when we are not using them. That is sad, because that is a short, and pointless life. Not to mention it is kind of creepy to think of thoughts appearing and disapearing as if David Copperfield were living inside my brain just magicing everything to and frow like a bullfighter.
All this thinking about thoughts, however, majestically fails to keep songs from getting stuck inside my noggin. Whatever you call it, brain, mind, internal spirit of David Copperfield, it does seem to be a law unto itself. While I have been told that my brain works differently than other peoples, I do not necessarily believe that statement for two reasons. The first is that I am genetically the same as every other person I know. Okay, I did not say Identical, because I doubt that is possible, and most of the people I know have different color hair, eyes, shoes, or height than I am, which rules out gentical identicalness. But we do have the same general genetic code so far as I can tell from a surface examination. (Although I tend to get slapped if I examine some surfaces too closely.) The second reason I think I forgot, but expect to be remembering any second now, so I am going to go into a stalling tactic. Actually I am not going into a stalling tactic, I am walking away to do a couple of chores, and when I come back I will either completely stop this nonsense, have remembered the second reason, or be on to a new subject. who knows the mystery is half of what makes this so much fun for me. Where would we be (have you noticed I am still here...probably not, as this is written, not video, rest assured this is still continuous. Not because I made up the part about having chores, but because I found a distraction that ismore interesting than doing the chores, so I am following it down the road to the fishing hole where I expect there to be some bass. (I was going to say crappie, but I am uncertain of the correct spelling. Not that spelling is very important to me. Well spelling is actually fairly important, but when I get excited and iterested in writing like I am doing now I pay less attention until it is much too late. Then I go to the corner and cry myself to sleep. Except when I do something else.) But the bass The second reason is because (see it worked. Walked away to do something else, and remembered what I was going to say. Normally I would not walk away in the middle of a sentance like that, however, in this instance, the phone rang. The phone had to be answered. The phone had to be answered with alacrity. I did not have any alacrity at my desk, so I went to a co-workers desk, and borrowed some. Now that the phone has been dealt with I no longer remember what I was in the middle of writing, but on the plus side, I remember what I originally wanted to remember, which is the second reason I believe that I think the same as everybody else.) The reason, you know I really detest the phrase I used earlier "the reason is because" It is very common, and I used it without the slightest thought. But it is a bit redundant, and just plain sounds bad. So I should not have used it. While there is no way for me to go back in time and change the fact that I used it. I could, conceivably cover up the fact that I used it. That, however, would be exceedingly dishonest, and completely unfair. On the other hand, I have nobody to be fair to, I just need to get some stuff out of my brain. So the point I was trying to make is that everybody I know. Or at a very minimum everybody I know, and communicate with regularly. I will even expand that too every body I have known, and communicated with regularly for a period of at least a month since I was able to have some kind of conversation. ( With honesty, I am unable to claim any period before that awareness and ability. Except I did not actually write what I was aware of. It is too late now, the opportunity is lost just like all the opportunities that were not jumped on. Kind of like the tuna fleet that missed out on the danishes because they wanted to be the first to catch a fish, or at least a cold.) But the nice thing about danishes is that just like busses, there will be another one along any second provided the busses are still running, and the schedule is current, and they are not school busses during the summer, or some other break.
The point being that everybody gets songs stuck in their heads. The vast majority, I would say without exception, except I do not recall each and every person who I have had the "song stuck in head" conversation with so I am not confident enough to say every single person with no exceptions. The vast majority, however, do not enjoy having songs tuck in their heads. They complain about it, and try to inflict the problem upon others. Because the situatio is not enjoyable, and because I have never seen anybody try to get a song stuck in their own heads. I have witnessed self inlficted song sticking, but the phenomenon has always (at least every instance I witnessed) the result of trying to inflict the song sticking upon somebody else. Basically, the experience is unpleasant, and unwanted to most people. So I assume that means that the songs randomly appear inside other peoples minds just as they do mine. So if the song stuck in the head phenomenon applies, then people must think like me. Which is to say not entirely in control of the process. Thoughts can randomly appear at any time. So that is the second reason why I believe my mind works the same as everybody elses. or whatever my premise was when I started. It all leads me to the following question:
Why is it that you never get the whole song stuck in your head?
It is always a verse, or the chorus, sometimes just a line, or a bit of the music, and no lyrics whatsoever. But never the entire song. I was concerned for a while that it was just me. I perhaps was lacking in storage capacity in my brain. I have, however, overcome this fear. (I guess a fear can be concidered a minor concern) Because I questioned others. They experience the pattern the same way. Just a little bit of the song. Yet, when I asked the aforementioned question. Nobody could answer. I believe that there must be a limit to the size of a thought. If we focus, we can string thoughts together so that it appears to be larger, but there must be a finite size. I wonder if it would be a width, or a length. or a different dimension. How do you measure a thought. You could measure by depth. Because we do concider some people deep thinkers. The computer preceeding earth was named "Deep Thought". Maybe you could measure the weight. That is a good question:
How do you measure thought?
So This brings me finally back to my pondering about the mind. What is it, and where do the thoughts go when you are not looking. "where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves his broomstick arms and does a parody of each unconcious thing you do." I know it's your eyes, not your mind. The song continues. And it's still the eyes, but perhaps it applies. It says "Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering, it's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering" Kind of bleak. But cool, and I believe that is where the thoughts are. The part of you that hovers. Where your eyes don't go. You cannot perceive it, but all the thoughts are hanging out there waiting to pounce when you least expect it.
It does not answer the other questions, or any question, but it seems a good stopping spot, so I might as well stop there. except I kept going. So I should probably stop here.
I have stopped, but I remembered something. So I am fixing. but the post is over. So do not read this part here. Read it where it is supposed to be placed. The part of the song I was thinking of was "inside every jumbled pile of person theres a thinking part that wonders what the part that isn't thinking isn't thinking of." That is the part that I should have typed. Where I should have typed it is up for debate. Part of me thinks it was in one spot. But then I think that maybe it needed it's own section. anyway that quote was part of the preceeding post. So pleast place it where it fits best, and ignore the rest of this paragraph.
Which is kind of not the truth. Because I truly have never seen an actual mind. I have seen a brain before, more than one. But a mind is different than a brain. A mind, as well as being a terrible thing to waste, is I am not certain what it is. hehehehe way to be definitive. Actually I consider the mind to be the thoughts that float languidly within the brain. Except they are not really floating. Because then we would be aware of them. I think we would anyway. But thoughts (at least mine) seem to dissapear when I am not thinking of them. So, perhaps the mind is where the thoughts sleep. I would hate to think that they just dissapear when we are not using them. That is sad, because that is a short, and pointless life. Not to mention it is kind of creepy to think of thoughts appearing and disapearing as if David Copperfield were living inside my brain just magicing everything to and frow like a bullfighter.
All this thinking about thoughts, however, majestically fails to keep songs from getting stuck inside my noggin. Whatever you call it, brain, mind, internal spirit of David Copperfield, it does seem to be a law unto itself. While I have been told that my brain works differently than other peoples, I do not necessarily believe that statement for two reasons. The first is that I am genetically the same as every other person I know. Okay, I did not say Identical, because I doubt that is possible, and most of the people I know have different color hair, eyes, shoes, or height than I am, which rules out gentical identicalness. But we do have the same general genetic code so far as I can tell from a surface examination. (Although I tend to get slapped if I examine some surfaces too closely.) The second reason I think I forgot, but expect to be remembering any second now, so I am going to go into a stalling tactic. Actually I am not going into a stalling tactic, I am walking away to do a couple of chores, and when I come back I will either completely stop this nonsense, have remembered the second reason, or be on to a new subject. who knows the mystery is half of what makes this so much fun for me. Where would we be (have you noticed I am still here...probably not, as this is written, not video, rest assured this is still continuous. Not because I made up the part about having chores, but because I found a distraction that ismore interesting than doing the chores, so I am following it down the road to the fishing hole where I expect there to be some bass. (I was going to say crappie, but I am uncertain of the correct spelling. Not that spelling is very important to me. Well spelling is actually fairly important, but when I get excited and iterested in writing like I am doing now I pay less attention until it is much too late. Then I go to the corner and cry myself to sleep. Except when I do something else.) But the bass The second reason is because (see it worked. Walked away to do something else, and remembered what I was going to say. Normally I would not walk away in the middle of a sentance like that, however, in this instance, the phone rang. The phone had to be answered. The phone had to be answered with alacrity. I did not have any alacrity at my desk, so I went to a co-workers desk, and borrowed some. Now that the phone has been dealt with I no longer remember what I was in the middle of writing, but on the plus side, I remember what I originally wanted to remember, which is the second reason I believe that I think the same as everybody else.) The reason, you know I really detest the phrase I used earlier "the reason is because" It is very common, and I used it without the slightest thought. But it is a bit redundant, and just plain sounds bad. So I should not have used it. While there is no way for me to go back in time and change the fact that I used it. I could, conceivably cover up the fact that I used it. That, however, would be exceedingly dishonest, and completely unfair. On the other hand, I have nobody to be fair to, I just need to get some stuff out of my brain. So the point I was trying to make is that everybody I know. Or at a very minimum everybody I know, and communicate with regularly. I will even expand that too every body I have known, and communicated with regularly for a period of at least a month since I was able to have some kind of conversation. ( With honesty, I am unable to claim any period before that awareness and ability. Except I did not actually write what I was aware of. It is too late now, the opportunity is lost just like all the opportunities that were not jumped on. Kind of like the tuna fleet that missed out on the danishes because they wanted to be the first to catch a fish, or at least a cold.) But the nice thing about danishes is that just like busses, there will be another one along any second provided the busses are still running, and the schedule is current, and they are not school busses during the summer, or some other break.
The point being that everybody gets songs stuck in their heads. The vast majority, I would say without exception, except I do not recall each and every person who I have had the "song stuck in head" conversation with so I am not confident enough to say every single person with no exceptions. The vast majority, however, do not enjoy having songs tuck in their heads. They complain about it, and try to inflict the problem upon others. Because the situatio is not enjoyable, and because I have never seen anybody try to get a song stuck in their own heads. I have witnessed self inlficted song sticking, but the phenomenon has always (at least every instance I witnessed) the result of trying to inflict the song sticking upon somebody else. Basically, the experience is unpleasant, and unwanted to most people. So I assume that means that the songs randomly appear inside other peoples minds just as they do mine. So if the song stuck in the head phenomenon applies, then people must think like me. Which is to say not entirely in control of the process. Thoughts can randomly appear at any time. So that is the second reason why I believe my mind works the same as everybody elses. or whatever my premise was when I started. It all leads me to the following question:
Why is it that you never get the whole song stuck in your head?
It is always a verse, or the chorus, sometimes just a line, or a bit of the music, and no lyrics whatsoever. But never the entire song. I was concerned for a while that it was just me. I perhaps was lacking in storage capacity in my brain. I have, however, overcome this fear. (I guess a fear can be concidered a minor concern) Because I questioned others. They experience the pattern the same way. Just a little bit of the song. Yet, when I asked the aforementioned question. Nobody could answer. I believe that there must be a limit to the size of a thought. If we focus, we can string thoughts together so that it appears to be larger, but there must be a finite size. I wonder if it would be a width, or a length. or a different dimension. How do you measure a thought. You could measure by depth. Because we do concider some people deep thinkers. The computer preceeding earth was named "Deep Thought". Maybe you could measure the weight. That is a good question:
How do you measure thought?
So This brings me finally back to my pondering about the mind. What is it, and where do the thoughts go when you are not looking. "where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves his broomstick arms and does a parody of each unconcious thing you do." I know it's your eyes, not your mind. The song continues. And it's still the eyes, but perhaps it applies. It says "Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering, it's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering" Kind of bleak. But cool, and I believe that is where the thoughts are. The part of you that hovers. Where your eyes don't go. You cannot perceive it, but all the thoughts are hanging out there waiting to pounce when you least expect it.
It does not answer the other questions, or any question, but it seems a good stopping spot, so I might as well stop there. except I kept going. So I should probably stop here.
I have stopped, but I remembered something. So I am fixing. but the post is over. So do not read this part here. Read it where it is supposed to be placed. The part of the song I was thinking of was "inside every jumbled pile of person theres a thinking part that wonders what the part that isn't thinking isn't thinking of." That is the part that I should have typed. Where I should have typed it is up for debate. Part of me thinks it was in one spot. But then I think that maybe it needed it's own section. anyway that quote was part of the preceeding post. So pleast place it where it fits best, and ignore the rest of this paragraph.
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