So I'm sitting on the couch listening to VNV Nation et al through my headphones while I stream Code Monkeys to Rykujin's Xbox so he can watch it while he plays WoW. I had one of those moments in time where everything crystalizes for just a brief second. All the technology around me... It's amazing. I can remember not that long ago where I would sit in front of the stereo dubbing a vinyl record onto a cassette tape. Now my laptop is the media center. I dub VHS movies into AVI files, multitask media streams and stay connected over a gossamer threads, some of which are just nebulous clouds in the atmosphere around us.
If my father hadn't been a broken man who died from alcoholism in 1981, I think he would be enthralled by the wheels of progress. My dad was trained to be a surveyor. I think it stemmed from his love of locomotives. I have fond memories of baloney and cheese sandwiches at the old train station in Tyrone, watching the diesel locomotives go by. I must have been around 4. Dad and I both would pump our arms in the air as they went past so that the conductor would blast the horn. I also remember listening to the Beatles in headphones off of 8-track tapes (at home, not in Tyrone =) Anyhow, I think his curiosity would have carried over into the 21st century. I think he would have been just as keen to use a Torx bit to open old hard drives and play with the drive head magnets like I do. He probably would have relished the idea of wiring a house with Cat6 and would have secretly wished it was fiber. He would have had a computer set up so that he had THX quality movies and he would have loved playing Guitar Hero and Rockband.
What few memories I have are split between his being sober and his being drunk. This is all extrapolation of a man I barely knew, but I think, divested of the alcohol, he would have been a pretty cool guy.
It's interesting, as an adult, I can recognize the hurt and anger I have that he chose the bottle over me (boiled down to it's simplest components) but there's also pity. It's pity for the little girl who didn't get the chance to know her father, but more so (now, at least) for the man who was haunted by demons so pervasive that a slow death was the better option.
I'm not sure what precipitated the pang of mild melancholy over my dad and technology, but there it is.
Over all I'm doing well. I got to go out yesterday evening with Choperena and friends to the new Rey Azteca restaurant. It was packed! I did really well, I surprised myself- no freakout moments =). There were two paintings on either side of a doorway that were 'the same' except they weren't. While standing in line to check out, we started looking for all the differences. It was like an adult version of the Highlights 'Spot the difference' puzzle. I will definitely go back. I figure if Choperena gives it the thumbs up, it can't be that bad. Personally, I thought their salsa rocked.
Not much else going on in my life. Rykujin was sick earlier today. I watered the plants. Knit more on the hat I'm making for a friend (thought it was going to be a cowl at first, but it turns out I have enough yarn to make a full hat. woot). I'm a little worried about my friend who lives above me. She's out of town for the weekend, so I'm waiting till she gets back to find out what all is going on with her and the kids. You know things are not going well when you post NIN lyrics as your status on Facebook... Sending all the good mojo I've got her way. =(
hugs and love. more later