And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
It's hot. It is September 24th, and it's hot. I am not sure how much more of this I can take. The incessant heat and humidity is driving me out of my mind. Literally.
Anyhow, I worked on some photographs tonight. I got about nine worthwhile images processed. I only managed to upload eight of them before my internet connection crapped out. It seems that my cable internet access doesn't like the heat either. My connectivity has been poor all summer. The hotter it gets outside, the more unstable the connection becomes. It is very irritating. Hopefully, it will be back online soon.
In the future I won't be working on so many images at one time. The whole art process stirs up too much detritus. Cliche perhaps, but true nonetheless. Some people find it cathartic to swim about in their own internal mess, but I don't. I reckon if tearing open old wounds is netting you six or seven figures a year it might be worth the effort, but otherwise what's the point? Now, some might question how much emotional energy is involved in processing a digital photographic print, which is a legitimate question. I would say about the same as with painting: sometimes very little, sometimes it's a joy ride, and sometimes it's best to lock up all the knives.
I took the day off today. I had no idea what to do with myself. I wound up sitting in the coffee shop all day; brushing up on my SQL skills and studying jQuery. Programming (and the study thereof) is nice because it assuages the compulsion to create without stirring up a lot of emotions and memories and such. Of course, if you're a web developer studying web developer stuff on your day off, it isn't exactly a day off. All the same, it worked out well because it gave me a chance to talk to Madison for a bit. I like her a great deal, as strangers go. She says she can't always understand what I am saying because I talk too fast and rat-a-tat choppy like. I will try slowing down some, as she is not the only one who appears to have difficulty understanding what I am saying at times. It's hard to slow down though. My mind goes very fast.
Tomorrow I have work to do. I am moving a large flatfile web site over to a CMS. It's going to be a lot of work. I am a little overwhelmed by the scale of it, but I'll eat the elephant one bite at a time as always. I'll probably wind up working in the coffee shop all day, because our internet connection here is poor and so is the air-conditioning. Heavens, I wish it would cool off already.