Tuesday Part 2 (late night)

Having a late night discussion with my sister doesn’t help me going to sleep. And so to exercise the demons, in hope that they flee and lemme get some rest, I am anointing this digital space with an idea, thought or two….

First, art. What is art? And more appropriately is it right to have multiple vague definitions for it?

My definition, mark it down for the search engines:

Art definition = sensory communication

Dats it.

The ‘art’ of photography. This kinda tipped the whole discussion. Is photography an art? Is the process back in old school days when ya had 10 minutes from imaging to preserving the print and ya had to bring the whole darkroom with you, is that an art? OR is it science? The only communication part is the selection of subject and composition. Nothing else is art, its science. It’s a defined process. Is it skillful science? Yeah sure. But if you understand the reactions its less skillful and more knowledge.

Frustrating is an understatement. I guess it comes down to the current interchangability between Art and Skill. Has it always been that way? I dunno? Maybe. Worth checking on? Absolutely.

As a skillful microscopist, using the microscopes to collect images is critical, but more so, the art component is the sensory communication, or just reductionalistically visual communication.

I’m tired. This is working.

But here’s the other thing. I was asked (tonight) if I remember what I was told when my dad was kicked out of the house. And I have absolutely NO idea. I remember fishing with him quite well… I remember grocery shopping with him. I remember distinctly driving around all over the place in his blue Ford Econoline (1969 iirc) van with the center console hiding the engine, also serving as the table to chop up the beef jerky from Farmer John’s Locker (where we had the chopped up lamb parts kept). But do I remember him leaving? Nope. Not right now, maybe if I keep probing, and ask questions of my mother, maybe I’ll get there… I’m curiously perplexed and incredulous. I couldn’t remember the definition I have for art 20 minutes ago (sensory communication) but I can remember telling the guys who were asking what we were fishing with ‘it’s a secret’ when we limited out on opening day pretty quickly at Horseshoe Lake. I was standing with the boat as my dad went to go get the van….

Maybe that’s a bit too personal for what the scope of stuff has been here lately. But its really the nugget of what the aim was. If I can’t talk this stuff out to myself then it gets bottled up.

Oh and I rode a 17:45 today… knockin 22 seconds off my previous time… and my HR was way up there – a good sign…

And – no way in hell will I be getting out to Housatonic… too GD far for a 9am start… for me… in my position now… however the team is lobbying hard to get the 10 minimum registered to gain access to the VIT Tent (very important team)…. And then if I’m registered I may as well try racing, and then well I’m told all I have to do is stay towards the front for two laps and it’ll all settle down… seems doable… I spent most of that 17 minutes around 180… how long does it take to get mile lap done anyway…

Alright – this laying with a hot laptop on my crotch ain’t exactly my idea of a good time and seein as it aint hooked to the internet, well I can’t check out Big Jonny’s links now can i… not that I have in a very very very long time…. Oh well… maybe that’s my sacrifice – cause I’m in deep shit after today’s TT shenanigans and all that mess… maybe I can write about that when I’m not dead tired.