Monday, October 23, 2006
Just Call Me Frasier
Time for another [booming announcer's voice] Noon Time Notes [end voice]
I had meant to post more yesterday, there is the small start of a post at home that I will try to finish and post tonight. I have two other items to post, wish lists of a sort: one for my Nokia 770 the other for HDTV. I'm not sure either are worth posting. I remember back in Jr. High that I used to write up wish lists for high-tech items I would like to have (high-tech for the early 70's). Mostly fancy amateur telescopes I wanted to outfit with fancy real-time video, often drawing detailed sketches of these toys I wanted. Why I had wanted these now seems a bit mysterious to me, but I was very obsessed with astronomy in my early teens. The real time video would have been completely pointless in the 70's as the resolution and light sensitivy for an amateur device would have made the whole thing pointless. Today's internet provides what I really would have desired as a child as there is now an internet observatory that allows you to explore any section of the sky with whatever was the most recent big scope picture taken for that section. Still when I had my own telescope there seemed to be something special about the photons of light hitting my eyes as they had traveled hundreds or even hundreds of thousands of years from distant suns to impact on my retinas directly. The real time video would have destroyed this intimate connection. I would have been better off just looking at pictures in books at the library, which is something I did do most weekends, visiting those far flung realms in my mind at least.
My wife mentioned she had a nightmare the night before, something involving her brother Yi helping her to fight off some killers, but he failed to help her get them all and a few were left when she woke up.
I then had a strange dream myself last night, though not a nightmare. I dreamed I was Frasier from the TV show of the same name. Niles and Frasier's dad helped me strap a huge stack of bed mattresses to the back of a pickup truck and I was to deliver them somewhere. I traveled up a familiar route that is highway 74, the route I take on my visits home to the Quad cities. Barely out of the city a couple of the mattresses blew off the truck, as we evidently hadn't tied them down well enough. I went back to my dad (Frasier's dad) and explained how they had blown off somewhere on the highway and were no where to be found. I offered to make good on the loss to him.
