Driving in Boston has helped me come up with a new motto. I have been stuck in an overly introspective mood of late and after dropping Jodi off at the train station this morning, I finally figured out why I don’t get driving in Boston: I drive defensively, to a point where I not only react to the cars that are there, but also the cars (and pedestrians and etc.) that could be there. Boston drivers don’t, they don’t seem to react to those cars, they block intersection and make decisions based on the cars that ARE there. Thinking about about it on the way home, I can see issues with both, Boston drivers are much more likely to generate gridlock or cause problems for pedestrians, but taken to the logical endpoint driving like I do, you would get stuck in the driveway. And I guess that I what I am trying to say when I think: “don’t worry about the cars that are not there”. Not so much a schizophrenic way, but one where I am only worrying about what is at hand, and what I can see. For some things at least.
and thus:
Don’t worry about the possible cars.
Luke W. McCullough, after driving in Boston. October, 2011.
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It makes me sad that DC decided that the 90’s comics and not their own Sandman is the basis for their “New 52” experiment.
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Need to finish some of my stories. The editing phase is painful. Taking that nugget of ideastuff and turning it into something worthwhile and that communicates that great whatever that pushed the impulse to write it. But, figuring out how and what you can do to a proto-story and not kill its soul, is hard and not always painless for writer. But, I am pushing on through. Gotta get them done.
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and oh the quality of American higher education, what a wasteland. Or I should say, sad how far the distance between professional and academic pursuits at least in the computer science world.
Luke W. McCullough
lm3m @ msn.com
10.03.2011
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