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Friday, September 10, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Geolocate
Fall coursework started a couple of weeks ago. I’m taking the last in a series of calculus courses and one in surveying. Not the telephone type survey. The geolocation stuff. Surveying of control points then becoming preoccupied with locating objects and measuring distances accurately.
The subject resonates with the way I’ve spent the last several months considering the distance between objects – physical, chronological, emotional. How isolated we’ll sometimes feel from the things around us.
In my twenties I made the habit of holding feet with people. Boyfriends. I’d hold feet with my old boyfriends. I’ve always been embarrassed by my clammy hands so instead I’d hold feet. Slip my foot out from its shoe and place it on top of his as we'd sit at the dinner table or as the movie theater darkened. A quirky little habit my companion would eventually grow accustomed to. You can sense a lot about a person once you know where they’ve planted their feet.
But that's where the surveying field leaves off. It provides an accurate dataset for locating objects but never speaks to is how to close the distance between them. Studying late last night I thought about sending an email to the authors of my textbook. This urgent message or helpful critique of mine is sort of idea that could only sound appropriate after 1AM. But I thought the text could use some anecdotal data. My personal recommendation on closing the space between objects: have them hold feet.
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Quote of My Day: “It’s a Muggle world we live in, Mom.”
The subject resonates with the way I’ve spent the last several months considering the distance between objects – physical, chronological, emotional. How isolated we’ll sometimes feel from the things around us.
In my twenties I made the habit of holding feet with people. Boyfriends. I’d hold feet with my old boyfriends. I’ve always been embarrassed by my clammy hands so instead I’d hold feet. Slip my foot out from its shoe and place it on top of his as we'd sit at the dinner table or as the movie theater darkened. A quirky little habit my companion would eventually grow accustomed to. You can sense a lot about a person once you know where they’ve planted their feet.
But that's where the surveying field leaves off. It provides an accurate dataset for locating objects but never speaks to is how to close the distance between them. Studying late last night I thought about sending an email to the authors of my textbook. This urgent message or helpful critique of mine is sort of idea that could only sound appropriate after 1AM. But I thought the text could use some anecdotal data. My personal recommendation on closing the space between objects: have them hold feet.
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Quote of My Day: “It’s a Muggle world we live in, Mom.”
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