The other half of my brain is somewhere in my computer!

FRIDAY, JUNE 11, 2010


The other half of my brain is somewhere in my computer!

I found some of it this morning. It was hidden in some old music that fortunately I found when I visited a website that was recommended by a friend. I used to listen to a lot of music but somehow got hung up on NPR.

NPR has become so embroiled in reporting on the BP problem is is way more enjoyable to escape into the world of the past and its memories.

It is good to revisit that part of my brain again even though it puts me in the category of being a relic. I don’t have to worry about some of my bones being put under some altar anywhere.

My subdirectory structure often helps me find the parts of me I need to revisit when I do. It is good as long as I know where it is that I put those important things for later retrieval and review. In a digital world there are too many pads and notes too, if what is desired can not be located.

Some of this brain is stored in my jpgs. There are huge amounts of my memories stored in those digitally captured images of my past. Our keeper of the archives has massive quantities of old photographs stored in albums and shoeboxes.


The amount of information stored in those shoeboxes dwarfs what is on my hard drive.


The entire history of my creative angst is stored in my business design files that are still hanging on in the special subdirectory dedicated to their archive. There are the design files in one subdirectory and the proposals for their execution in another.

I started using my computer to store parts of my brain when they just did not seem to fit into my personal neural network. This was not intentional when the entire process started. It was not as if I was saving any of this information for some future mission to retrieve them. It just happened, almost as if by accident.

My computer is magically connected to the cloud and other things stored by others all over the interweb through the magical wireless network and the DSL modem. I am thankful every single day that Al Gore helped make these things available to me. Al, you’re the man.


Effectively, I have been assimilated. The Borg has me and is not going to let go.


Although John-Luc might disagree, friendship is also a huge part of this Borg. Happy I am that this part of my total consciousness seems to be so rich and varied. I am going today to network with some of this cluster of awareness.

On DakotaDawg’s daily trip I saw a car with a trailer. It took me a little while to recognize one of the signs I made all those years ago. It notified me that I really should call that guy and see how he is doing. Right then he appeared too busy up on that roof washing off all the residue of things that happened in the past.

He had a rather hard time as an entrepreneur and then he found out that he was basically ‘unemployable’ because almost every entry on his employment applications reflected the fact that he had worked for himself all those years. What kind of reference could he provide for the applicant since he might not be deemed reliable to evaluate himself? And, since he had worked for himself for so long, could he in fact work for some corporate or government entity.

I decided to just check where some of the rest of my brain was being stored as contacts in my cell phone. Yup, I still had the number painted on the sign as a contact number and over all these years, since it was first entered, he had not changed his number.


DakotaDawg kept checking her connection to her Borg as she smelled every tree and spot on the ground where others had left her the secret messages. She returned the favor and left a few messages of her own. Luckily I had the plastic bag to remove the one that our government has determined is illegal to be left. I am really glad about this law though because the bottom of my shoe is not an acceptable place to me to help her contact her buddies.

As a confirmed member of the Borg I have decided to make it a personal mission to contact Ladd to see if his brother still has a boat that we can borrow to go fishing. I will call him before it is time to get up so he will be ready to go.


As I listen to Simon and Garfunkel I can’t help but agree what a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful world this could be.


I need to dig deeper into that part of my brain stored on my computer to check back on the Middle Ages. I don’t want to become a one trick pony because I would have to split from some of those great memories and friends and break my connection to the Borg.

And I better back up this hard drive because I don't want half of my brain to disappear and crash the Borg.

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