I Finished Deep Space Nine

I bought some green tea from the Tea Source called Gunpowder Special. It’s really light so I over-steep the shit out of it. I also haven’t washed my coffee cup that I use to drink it with since I started working at the railyard, so it kind of tastes like coffee too. It makes me think about Pearl S. Buck’s The Good Earth everytime I make it. I think about how the family in the story leaves out a basin of water and puts a single tea leaf in it. I would tell them just to drink out of dirty cups if they want some extra flavor.

When I first got my coffee maker I tried to use one of the paper cups that are in my booth. They have a wax coating on them and as I had guessed the coffee melted the wax and got drunk up along with it. It’s the reason I won’t ever have a sore throat again.

Sometimes I amaze myself with stupid thoughts and actions. I don’t actually think I’m an idiot, most of the time, but either my brain or the world have some crazy issues that prevent them from interfacing with eachother quite right. I was born a couple centuries too early, or a millennia too late. I should be post-apocalyptic fodder or a tribes straight man. I shouldn’t have a driver’s license or a SSN, I shouldn’t have three different street address that receive different parchments from different departments, I shouldn’t have vehicle titles and insurance. I definitely shouldn’t have a phone.

This isn’t to say I hate technology, or that I want to be a farmer, or that I want to struggle for my existence, but there is something wrong when humankind has evolved to be the greatest hunters in the galaxy (discluding Predator) and there is nothing to hunt.

Back when the French fur traders were boating around in Minnesota they used to hire on particularly hapless individuals who couldn’t swim, in this way they could guarantee that they would not abandon ship and if the ship sunk they would have to grab hold of the fur bundles that floated (thus saving the product.) It was brilliant and scary. I wonder how hard you’d have to squeeze a bundle of furs to make a diamond.

Sometimes after getting home from work I’m still a bit too energized from the coffee and tea so I lay in bed with my eyes closed and try to imagine how one of those canvas stretching staplers work. You know the ones that you imagine people hanging up ‘missing dog’ posters with, not the ones you have on your desk. The tedium of the thought experiment puts me out before I actually finish designing one.

I just finished season one of Star Trek Deep Space Nine. That’s all.