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Artificial articulation with anthropomorphic dexterity
Monday, April 11, 2005
I haven't been sleeping normally lately. My sleep patterns were moved later on my trip to New Jersey, and they just haven't shifted back yet. I need a trip in the other direction to readjust. Oh, wait, I'm going to the Philippines soon. Ok, so I'm really struggling to wake up in the morning. I usually struggle a little, now I struggle a lot.
Enter one of the most surreal experiences of my recent life. This morning, languishing in my hotel room, I was woken by a phonecall. Now when I am sleeping and you wake me up, I'm quite good at snapping into action and sounding awake. So I say, hi, this is Geoff speaking. The other side of the line says, oh. Please hold, it says. I get musak. So I'm lying in bed, half asleep, listening to musak and holding for an unidentified person. The audacity! How long am I supposed to hold? The tune wasn't even a lullaby. And in an international treaty breaking move, it was not by Kenny G.
Enter one of the most surreal experiences of my recent life. This morning, languishing in my hotel room, I was woken by a phonecall. Now when I am sleeping and you wake me up, I'm quite good at snapping into action and sounding awake. So I say, hi, this is Geoff speaking. The other side of the line says, oh. Please hold, it says. I get musak. So I'm lying in bed, half asleep, listening to musak and holding for an unidentified person. The audacity! How long am I supposed to hold? The tune wasn't even a lullaby. And in an international treaty breaking move, it was not by Kenny G.
Hello. My name is Geoff. You may remember me from such entries as precede this one. I've realised that y'all may be labouring under a misapprehension, and here I am to disabuse you of it, and also to use the word disabuse, which I like quite a lot. It's always a jagged little pill for me to swallow that we are judged not only by what we say, but also what we don't say. It's true though. Gulp.
Anyway, so the fact that I haven't had anything to say here for a while may have led you to believe that I was all broken up about the fact that I was all broken up with. I wasn't. Honest.
What I have had is an acute case of bloggers' block followed by a massive dose of going places and seeing people. I write this now from my fortress of foreign flitting in Lagos, Nigeria, possibly my favourite place in the world (but probably not). So, don't cry for me.
If anything, Sentience is seasonal. This may be the beginning of a new golden age of blogging by me. But who knows, right? How will I alienate my readers if I'm consistent?
Anyway, so the fact that I haven't had anything to say here for a while may have led you to believe that I was all broken up about the fact that I was all broken up with. I wasn't. Honest.
What I have had is an acute case of bloggers' block followed by a massive dose of going places and seeing people. I write this now from my fortress of foreign flitting in Lagos, Nigeria, possibly my favourite place in the world (but probably not). So, don't cry for me
If anything, Sentience is seasonal. This may be the beginning of a new golden age of blogging by me. But who knows, right? How will I alienate my readers if I'm consistent?
