The other day, my headphone jack broke off in the audio port of my PC, leaving the machine functional except for one obvious feature. I can still watch videos on my phone, but doing so is an explicit admission that I am willing to inconvenience myself just to feed my head with bullshit, with the least troubling option being watching over 20 people run a track 10,000 on a 3" by 5" screen.
I could get this fixed without too much trouble or maybe do it myself at the risk of torching yet another PC. Instead, I'm reading a few pages from books or online literature. And lip-reading ragecasts. Just kidding, but that or a fix is probably coming.
It's amazing how much satisfaction comes from using the land: Running on it, offering to pets, growing food in it, seeing others using the land similarly. I don't think people should need to have taken paths like ours (former drinkers and Ivy Leaguers who yada yada yada and now see life far differently as a result of curious struggles against anti-intellectualism and grifting) to get to this point, and there are people of significant means whose main priority is using their bodies and minds in a productively organic way. But it is mostly a sea of people allowing themselves to become psychological pinballs in the name of trivial status gains, when even massive status gains are empty gains, as anyone who has ever valued status over happiness and lives to admit it will tell you.
I often think about the pains and expense people take to go offline and be in nature for short spells--a remote cabin, camping, etc.--when they could transform their daily lives to have that peace and nature by working, striving, and acquiring less.
Comparatively, as a lifetime runner, I can disappear into the ether and run for hours with barely anything with me. Now I am expanding the art to kayaking. I have miles upon miles of water access and so I'll go a bit further a piece at a time. Again with barely anything with me. Eventually the hope is to be able to dissappear into to the waterways, oddly and curiously studying birds and other living things. No phone. Basically just bring or know where to get water. One can work a lot of things out without knowing they are working a lot of things out. Who figures at 28 years old that when they are 61 they want to get good at being able to do nothing?
But I got to have the watch because this produces numbers which mean nothing, but I've become accustomed to looking at them for some unknown solace.
The other day, my headphone jack broke off in the audio port of my PC, leaving the machine functional except for one obvious feature. I can still watch videos on my phone, but doing so is an explicit admission that I am willing to inconvenience myself just to feed my head with bullshit, with the least troubling option being watching over 20 people run a track 10,000 on a 3" by 5" screen.
I could get this fixed without too much trouble or maybe do it myself at the risk of torching yet another PC. Instead, I'm reading a few pages from books or online literature. And lip-reading ragecasts. Just kidding, but that or a fix is probably coming.
It's amazing how much satisfaction comes from using the land: Running on it, offering to pets, growing food in it, seeing others using the land similarly. I don't think people should need to have taken paths like ours (former drinkers and Ivy Leaguers who yada yada yada and now see life far differently as a result of curious struggles against anti-intellectualism and grifting) to get to this point, and there are people of significant means whose main priority is using their bodies and minds in a productively organic way. But it is mostly a sea of people allowing themselves to become psychological pinballs in the name of trivial status gains, when even massive status gains are empty gains, as anyone who has ever valued status over happiness and lives to admit it will tell you.
I often think about the pains and expense people take to go offline and be in nature for short spells--a remote cabin, camping, etc.--when they could transform their daily lives to have that peace and nature by working, striving, and acquiring less.
Comparatively, as a lifetime runner, I can disappear into the ether and run for hours with barely anything with me. Now I am expanding the art to kayaking. I have miles upon miles of water access and so I'll go a bit further a piece at a time. Again with barely anything with me. Eventually the hope is to be able to dissappear into to the waterways, oddly and curiously studying birds and other living things. No phone. Basically just bring or know where to get water. One can work a lot of things out without knowing they are working a lot of things out. Who figures at 28 years old that when they are 61 they want to get good at being able to do nothing?
But I got to have the watch because this produces numbers which mean nothing, but I've become accustomed to looking at them for some unknown solace.