Filing

Some people have commented that this weblog seems pretentious, contrived, amateurish in its attempts to sound impressive and cheem.

This irritates me.

To all of those people who email or icq or whatever me telling me that it's all crap, well, I hate to tell you this, but this is actually what I think about. Yes, it's true. This is stuff I actually think about when I'm sitting on the toilet. For me, there is a differentiation of the mind into different segments, even within the conscious. There's a part running the front end, the conversations with people, the typing I'm doing now, the math homework or the essay due tomorrow, ok today. Then there's a bit that's always daydreaming. The leisure section, as it may be referred to, is the part that's perpetually going on flights of fancy, imagining and fantasising. Then there's a large chunk that's basically free. It is in this free bit that's where most of the stuff I babble about on this weblog comes from. And yes, multitasking is very possible in my head. No, I never run out of memory. Yes, I sometimes become confused when thoughts from multiple processes run into each other.

Anyway, when the free chunk of my brain comes to a conclusion about anything, it sort of files it away for future reference. It is to this section of filing that I turn to for my moments when I can devote my entire brain to something not designed for general consumption. Of course, the filing system is far from perfect, and sections of the stray musings are scattered throughout my mind, which, when brought to my attention, are generally shunted back to the free section of my mind for re-evaluation and filing.

So there is a continuous shuffle in my mind of the random musings. This weblog serves sometimes as a system of organising the already filed pieces. Which is why it takes me something like ten minutes to hammer out a 2000 word entry. The raw material is already processed and in storage, awaiting only sorting and shelving, which is done on the fly in the front desk end of the mind as I type on blogger.

Anyway, the point is that this is not meant to be cheem or confusing, or intentionally poseur in any way. I genuinely have these things floating about my head.