| the dream. |
[Jan. 5th, 2003|11:16 pm] |
Paula reminded me to write about a dream I had the night before Lee left. I shall do so now.
It began with a meteor. I could see it hurtling across the sky, trailing yellow-hot vapor. It had the face of the North Wind that you see on those old-style maps, blowing furiously as it tumbled, end over end, toward the horizon, until it hit, somewhere out of sight. After the impact, everything changed; the skies darkened, the people were ragtag, desperate, hungry. My father and I tried to make our way, but the land was changed, ruled over by cruel androids, worked by mindless slaves. (Many of whom were midgets. Nothing important about that; they just happened to be midgets.)
We (my father and I) were trying not to be noticed, but one of the androids---you could tell them by their eyes---determined that we weren't mindless, and so we had to kill it. I've had this dream before, at least this part of it. My father and I are in hiding, surrounded by a vast and undefeatable force. We're discovered; one of us must kill in order for the both of us to survive; not through force, but through subterfuge. Pretty transparent metaphor, eh?
There was a building, a vast wall of reddish concrete. Construction was being done by gargantuan automated system. Even though the builders had long since perished, the machinery had continued to build, up and up, further than I could crane my head. I looked behind me, and there was another, similar wall. I looked between them, and could see that they eventually made an arch, high above me. I didn't feel surrounded; the structure was far too big for that. It was a museum of some kind, though covered in dust and tattered "Grand Opening" signs.
Well, any idea what the hell that all meant?
I've been waiting for something to happen today, something for me to post about. But now that Lee's gone, nothing happens at all. Paula's leaving tomorrow for Europe. Why have so many people I know gone there? Is this a standard thing to do at my age?
The new Wally has been filled. I added date-handling to my CD database, split the movies into A--L and M--Z and came up with a spiffy idea for the next thing I want to do with the code. My last mistake was trying to do a zillion things from the get-go.
A complex system that works is invariably found to have evolved from a simple system that works.--John Gaule
This time around, I've cleaned up and separated the interface to the data, so instead of $line[2], we access $movie->title. Big improvement, and one that maps much more easily onto a database. I 'll start laying out the tables if I have energy after watching Waking Life. All this movie collecting---I'm going to watch something, damn it! |
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