Dead Letters

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Give me life / Give me pain / Give me myself again / Give me life / Give me pain / Give me myself again / Give me life / Give me pain / Give me myself again / Give me life / Give me pain / Give me myself again / Give me life / Give me pain / Give me myself again / Give me life / Give me pain / Give me myself again / Give me life / Give me pain / Give me my give me myself honey / Give me life / Give me pain pain pain / Give me life / Give me myself / Give me life / Give me pain / Give me myself again / Give me life / Give me a pain / Give me give me myself honey Tori Amos (song - Little Earthquakes | album - Little Earthquakes)

Of Things To Come - Gratitude

Just over a year ago, after my 27th birthday, fueled by the excitement of the gifts I had just received I had planned to dedicate a string of these Tumblr posts to my favorite gifts of all-time. I envisioned a series of reviews of sorts. I guess my thinking at the time was that I’d more likely be motivated to write about the things that really turned my crank rather than the things that drove me into a rage. It’s hard to say how sound that thinking was. I think I’m equally inclined to voice both my hatred and love of things. And given the state of this tumblelog over the past year I don’t think the concept did much to muster any sort of motivation on my part. Nonetheless, I think I’m ready to begin, finally.

To be clear, the impetus for this little project isn’t some sordid need of mine to gloat, quite the opposite, it’s a need to offer up my utter gratitude to the Universe. Much of the time I spend meandering through this world I’m filled with an extreme sense of humility. I just don’t deserve the life that I have, period. I’m truly blessed in every way that a person can be, and this goes far beyond the scope of the material world. I’m at a point where… actually, I passed the point quite some time ago, where everything feels like it’s “too much”. Everything is icing, everything thing is more than I could ever dream being my reality.

I always have this trigger that goes off in my mind when I receive something or when I’m in the midst of enjoying something that I’ve received. I always think of my extended family, I think of where I’ve come from. I have a hard time saying that I grew up poor, especially in light of the way in which my extended family lived/lives. If you know anything about the Navajo Reservation you know it’s the epitome of American poverty, and so you know what I’m talking about. But I’m sure it’s fair to say that my upbringing was modest. And for some reason I’m always leaping from one mindset to another, from one time to another, from the past to the present.

It’s inconceivable to me that I could be surrounded by all that I am having lived with what little I had when I was growing up. Though, I don’t want it to seem as if we were destitute, far from it, these perceptions are certainly all relative, but for me the dichotomy is great. And for the most part I don’t even think of myself all that much in these scenarios, I most often think of my parents. That for my parents a horse and wagon for transportation was a reality, and now their reality is a world of cellphones, iPods, HDTVs, digital cameras, etc. is mind-blowing to me.

For any decent person I don’t think the suffering of others is ever far from mind, so I think it’s understandable to always bear a sense of gratitude. But having parents who lived lives like the ones mine have makes that feeling all the more potent. I’ve heard and seen what it can be like to have very near close to nothing to live on. To have that world exist so close to your very own makes an indelible impression. I can’t take anything for granted. I’m grateful that I have potable water. I’m grateful that I have food. I’m grateful that I have a bed to sleep in and a roof to live under. For me, everything else is icing.

July 13th, 1946…

Screenshot of my fourth month’s progress using Weightbot (for the iPhone & iPod touch).

Yikes, my highest Month High and my highest Month Low to date. Though, I do find it encouraging that from the 18th on until the end of the month my weight remained moderately consistent. Before I began this project I never tracked my weight as regularly as I am now, but when I did I noticed a pretty even progression. I never tracked as much fluctuation as I have in the past few months. I’m curious to see how next month will look like.

Month High: 153.4 lbs.Month Low: 148.6 lbs.

Screenshot of my fourth month’s progress using Weightbot (for the iPhone & iPod touch).

Yikes, my highest Month High and my highest Month Low to date. Though, I do find it encouraging that from the 18th on until the end of the month my weight remained moderately consistent. Before I began this project I never tracked my weight as regularly as I am now, but when I did I noticed a pretty even progression. I never tracked as much fluctuation as I have in the past few months. I’m curious to see how next month will look like.

Month High: 153.4 lbs.
Month Low: 148.6 lbs.

Stalling - Falling

I am plagued by my visions and fantasies. I fantasize a lot about the way things could be, and I fixate on the vision of the way in which those things should materialize. I don’t write as much here as I would like because I’m a slave to this sense of order in my mind, these rules I have. I have this running list of things I’ve been meaning to write about. I’ve set them up like dominoes. But I’ve just let them collect. Their numbers grow and I lose my sense of where I meant to begin. And at a certain point the urge to even get things started is lost because I feel as though it’s been done already. I’ve had the thought and I’ve moved onto the next. I’ve written this before, why write it again? But the thing is, I haven’t written anything at all. Having the thought is no where near the same as actually putting pen to paper (or finger to key).

Fortunately some visions trump others. It means more to me to actually use this space than let it fester because I want these posts to get published in a certain order. I have to let go of that fantasy. And I’m breaking it by even writing what I’m writing now, because this is not what “the next post [wa]s supposed to be…” The plan is ruined. But that just means I have the freedom to conjure a new one. I’m too obsessive, it’s done more harm than good, I’m aware of this. So I just need to reassure myself that it doesn’t matter how these dominoes get knocked down, so long as they actually fall.

Screenshot of my third month’s progress using Weightbot (for the iPhone & iPod touch).

I knew this little project would pay off eventually.

I love visualization (as a general rule), love it, love it, love it. But in the context of this post I’m really talking about data visualization. And I suppose my fondness for it all boils down to perspective, visualizing data so as to approach it in another way and broaden our understanding of it. It’s like any art form really, it’s taking the known and illuminating it in such a way that it becomes new. And in this instance it totally is, because I’ve never had this information collected to begin with. So I’ve never really seen any of these patterns before.

The first thing I’m noticing is that I’m gaining weight from month to month (an average of 1.7 lbs.), which is interesting because you could infer that I gain weight from year to year. From what I know, that’s not the case. Then again, I’ve never charted these numbers before so I can’t be certain of that. So my body either balances itself out every year or I gain a negligible amount of weight that goes by unnoticed.

I also see, based from the average slope of my weight gain/loss, that I maintain my weight midway through the month and then gain weight during the latter half. And these periods of time are juxtaposed between consistency and irregularity. The first half of these past three months are marked by periods of leveling, while the latter half of each month spikes erratically. And I don’t know why that is, but I’m enjoying theorizing about it and the patterns themselves.

Unfortunately, when I start meditating on the patterns I become disheartened by the fact that I don’t have as large a data set as I could have, had I started tracking my weight much earlier. Many of the theories floating around inside my head are based on time. But as time progresses, things tend to change and so I wonder as I get older and my body begins to change whether or not I’ve shifted into a new pattern without realizing it. It’s most certainly the case, and it’s nothing I can change since I don’t have dominion over space-time, but that doesn’t stop me from agonizing over what can’t be known, but could have been known. I will wonder how things have changed. And yet I know I should maintain focus on the excitement of seeing how things will change. So that is what I will do.

Maintaining. Focusing. Changing.

Month High: 153.0 lbs.Month Low: 148.0 lbs.

Screenshot of my third month’s progress using Weightbot (for the iPhone & iPod touch).

I knew this little project would pay off eventually.

I love visualization (as a general rule), love it, love it, love it. But in the context of this post I’m really talking about data visualization. And I suppose my fondness for it all boils down to perspective, visualizing data so as to approach it in another way and broaden our understanding of it. It’s like any art form really, it’s taking the known and illuminating it in such a way that it becomes new. And in this instance it totally is, because I’ve never had this information collected to begin with. So I’ve never really seen any of these patterns before.

The first thing I’m noticing is that I’m gaining weight from month to month (an average of 1.7 lbs.), which is interesting because you could infer that I gain weight from year to year. From what I know, that’s not the case. Then again, I’ve never charted these numbers before so I can’t be certain of that. So my body either balances itself out every year or I gain a negligible amount of weight that goes by unnoticed.

I also see, based from the average slope of my weight gain/loss, that I maintain my weight midway through the month and then gain weight during the latter half. And these periods of time are juxtaposed between consistency and irregularity. The first half of these past three months are marked by periods of leveling, while the latter half of each month spikes erratically. And I don’t know why that is, but I’m enjoying theorizing about it and the patterns themselves.

Unfortunately, when I start meditating on the patterns I become disheartened by the fact that I don’t have as large a data set as I could have, had I started tracking my weight much earlier. Many of the theories floating around inside my head are based on time. But as time progresses, things tend to change and so I wonder as I get older and my body begins to change whether or not I’ve shifted into a new pattern without realizing it. It’s most certainly the case, and it’s nothing I can change since I don’t have dominion over space-time, but that doesn’t stop me from agonizing over what can’t be known, but could have been known. I will wonder how things have changed. And yet I know I should maintain focus on the excitement of seeing how things will change. So that is what I will do.

Maintaining. Focusing. Changing.

Month High: 153.0 lbs.
Month Low: 148.0 lbs.

Screenshot of my second month’s progress using Weightbot (for the iPhone & iPod touch).

It looks as though I’ve been steadily gaining weight, however slightly. It seems a bit odd given that it’s Summer, you’d think I would’ve sweated away to nothing. I’m guessing it has to do with stepping up my exercise routine, and by “stepping up” I mean to say even getting around to exercising at all. When I got sick at the turn of the new year I totally abandoned my workout routine. It wasn’t until last month that I made a conscious effort to pick up where I left off.

Lately a lot of things (more than usual) have been floating around in my head, mostly about the way things should be… and I know I should be living healthier, in every facet of my life: physically, mentally and spiritually. And since I’ve always had a pretty good handle on my physical body/being I thought wresting control in that area would be pretty easy. And it has been, I’ve fallen back into the routine of exercising quite easily. That said, I can’t truly say I’m all that concerned with exercise in and of itself. Even when I wasn’t exercising, I kind of was because I never stopped walking. But walking to me is almost like breathing, it’s just something I have to do, and in the doing don’t even think about. It’s never had anything to do with the act of maintaining physical health, it’s been about other things, and none of them involve challenging myself. There’s a thread here I could follow, but doing so would lead me astray and violate my notions of what a tumblelog should be. Should be.

Real exercise to me means sweating, or rather, pushing yourself; challenging yourself. I could always work up a sweat during one of my long walks, but again, I never found them challenging. Pushing myself is sort of what I’m chasing. That, along with maintaining a routine, and by extension becoming accustomed to committing to committing. There’s another one of those loose threads again.

All of this has been a roundabout way of saying that I think I gained some muscle in August, which would account for the slight weight gain. It’s probably imperceptible to most people, but I can see the way my body’s changed over the past month and it has me pretty jazzed. But probably not for the reasons most would think. There’s that first thread again, and a third, but again, I’ll skip over them for now.

Month High: 150.6 lbs.
Month Low: 146.8 lbs.

Screenshot of my second month’s progress using Weightbot (for the iPhone & iPod touch).

It looks as though I’ve been steadily gaining weight, however slightly. It seems a bit odd given that it’s Summer, you’d think I would’ve sweated away to nothing. I’m guessing it has to do with stepping up my exercise routine, and by “stepping up” I mean to say even getting around to exercising at all. When I got sick at the turn of the new year I totally abandoned my workout routine. It wasn’t until last month that I made a conscious effort to pick up where I left off.

Lately a lot of things (more than usual) have been floating around in my head, mostly about the way things should be… and I know I should be living healthier, in every facet of my life: physically, mentally and spiritually. And since I’ve always had a pretty good handle on my physical body/being I thought wresting control in that area would be pretty easy. And it has been, I’ve fallen back into the routine of exercising quite easily. That said, I can’t truly say I’m all that concerned with exercise in and of itself. Even when I wasn’t exercising, I kind of was because I never stopped walking. But walking to me is almost like breathing, it’s just something I have to do, and in the doing don’t even think about. It’s never had anything to do with the act of maintaining physical health, it’s been about other things, and none of them involve challenging myself. There’s a thread here I could follow, but doing so would lead me astray and violate my notions of what a tumblelog should be. Should be.

Real exercise to me means sweating, or rather, pushing yourself; challenging yourself. I could always work up a sweat during one of my long walks, but again, I never found them challenging. Pushing myself is sort of what I’m chasing. That, along with maintaining a routine, and by extension becoming accustomed to committing to committing. There’s another one of those loose threads again.

All of this has been a roundabout way of saying that I think I gained some muscle in August, which would account for the slight weight gain. It’s probably imperceptible to most people, but I can see the way my body’s changed over the past month and it has me pretty jazzed. But probably not for the reasons most would think. There’s that first thread again, and a third, but again, I’ll skip over them for now.

Month High: 150.6 lbs.
Month Low: 146.8 lbs.

We are the Earth Intruders / Muddy with twigs and branches Björk (song - Earth Intruders | album - Volta)
Screenshot of my first month’s progress using Weightbot (for the iPhone & iPod touch).

I’m not particularly concerned with my weight, but I had to download Weightbot when my brother demoed it for me some months back on his iPhone. I was instantly smitten by its clever user interface and gorgeous design. I suppose the app doesn’t do all that much, but what it does do looks beautiful.

It takes full advantage of my iPod touch’s motion-sensing capabilities by displaying a chart of various statistical information when tilted to the left, and when tilted to the right it displays a graph of my progress which, when double-tapped, can cycle through views of the week, month or year. All in all it’s a pretty snazzy app for a design geek and numbers nerd like me.

Again, I don’t know how practical my purchase was given that I don’t pay too much attention to my weight, at least as far as numbers are concerned, but now that I have charts and graphs to pore over, I’ve been kicking around this idea that just might make Weightbot a worthwhile buy. Perhaps I’ll elaborate on that idea in a future post.

So, I finally purchased Weightbot on July 5th and began tracking my weight on July 3rd at 146.8 lbs. And I ended my first month on August 3rd at 146.8 lbs. I ended just where I began. How come I end up where I started?

Month High: 149.8 lbs.Month Low: 145.6 lbs.

Oh, by the way, I don’t necessarily have a “goal” in mind, but I felt I needed to have one for the sake of having one, so I chose a Goddess Number (1 + 4 + 4 = 9). Also, I was curious as to what happens when a goal is reached in the app. Will there be an animation of some sort? Will a tune be played? Will I be disappointed? We’ll just have to wait and see.

Screenshot of my first month’s progress using Weightbot (for the iPhone & iPod touch).

I’m not particularly concerned with my weight, but I had to download Weightbot when my brother demoed it for me some months back on his iPhone. I was instantly smitten by its clever user interface and gorgeous design. I suppose the app doesn’t do all that much, but what it does do looks beautiful.

It takes full advantage of my iPod touch’s motion-sensing capabilities by displaying a chart of various statistical information when tilted to the left, and when tilted to the right it displays a graph of my progress which, when double-tapped, can cycle through views of the week, month or year. All in all it’s a pretty snazzy app for a design geek and numbers nerd like me.

Again, I don’t know how practical my purchase was given that I don’t pay too much attention to my weight, at least as far as numbers are concerned, but now that I have charts and graphs to pore over, I’ve been kicking around this idea that just might make Weightbot a worthwhile buy. Perhaps I’ll elaborate on that idea in a future post.

So, I finally purchased Weightbot on July 5th and began tracking my weight on July 3rd at 146.8 lbs. And I ended my first month on August 3rd at 146.8 lbs. I ended just where I began. How come I end up where I started?

Month High: 149.8 lbs.
Month Low: 145.6 lbs.

Oh, by the way, I don’t necessarily have a “goal” in mind, but I felt I needed to have one for the sake of having one, so I chose a Goddess Number (1 + 4 + 4 = 9). Also, I was curious as to what happens when a goal is reached in the app. Will there be an animation of some sort? Will a tune be played? Will I be disappointed? We’ll just have to wait and see.

Boys you play well into midnight / ‘Can I join you?’ / said the Lady In Blue / said the Lady In Blue / said the Lady In Blue / ‘I can play too.’ Tori Amos (song - Lady In Blue | album - Abnormally Attracted To Sin)