I keep having dreams about the end of the world. Well, not so much the "end" end. More like what happens after the end.
2 nights ago I had a dream that Global Warming had reached the critical point, where the human race would no longer be able to survive, so there had been selected 3000 people to be cryogenically suspended for 1000 years, by which time all the climate models had predicted the world environment should have returned to habitable state. My dream didn't cover how those 3000 were chosen, but being my dream, I was selected. As any good sci-fi story should have, there were some hickups in the plan, with some of the selected being woken only a few hundred years into the program, as a result of some failing equipment. Luckily the 3 that woke were able to repair the fault before any more damage was done, and re-suspend, as outside the complex appeared dangerously hellish.
In the end, all 3000 had awaken to find their complex on a smallish island surrounded by a ring of other islands. As we were all coming to terms with the idea of our new world and I was sitting on a rocky beach, a friend came running towards me, with the excitement of recognition, a familiar feature in the strange environment, and together we started the plan for exploration and habitation of our island state that would not lead to a repeat of the human disaster that got us there in the first place.
F
Friday, April 30, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
in the beginning
Being my first time, I thought I should take it slow.
Today I am procrastinating in the way all students do when they are staring down 10,000 words of assignmenting to be completed in the next 3 weeks. Half a dozen cups of coffee, file my nails, re-file my music, walk to the letter box twice and scour the internet. After all this I find myself still unmotivated to write essays, instead the thought pops into my head..."you've never blogged before, all the cool kids are doing it... give it a go". And here I am.
I should really take my faithful lappy outside, sit under a tree and take advantage of the lovely day that it is outside, BUT, in here I have at least the illusion of working. The books are open, the cursor blinking at me in anticipation of some profound statement and I'm drawing a blank. It wouldn't be so bad if I was drawing a fish, I could say that was part of the assignment. Instead just a blank. Even had the old trick of writing in the question, to get the ball rolling so to speak but no dice.
Though this quick little post has got my fingers moving. Ahhh so this is why we do it.
Till next time
F
Today I am procrastinating in the way all students do when they are staring down 10,000 words of assignmenting to be completed in the next 3 weeks. Half a dozen cups of coffee, file my nails, re-file my music, walk to the letter box twice and scour the internet. After all this I find myself still unmotivated to write essays, instead the thought pops into my head..."you've never blogged before, all the cool kids are doing it... give it a go". And here I am.
I should really take my faithful lappy outside, sit under a tree and take advantage of the lovely day that it is outside, BUT, in here I have at least the illusion of working. The books are open, the cursor blinking at me in anticipation of some profound statement and I'm drawing a blank. It wouldn't be so bad if I was drawing a fish, I could say that was part of the assignment. Instead just a blank. Even had the old trick of writing in the question, to get the ball rolling so to speak but no dice.
Though this quick little post has got my fingers moving. Ahhh so this is why we do it.
Till next time
F
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