Project 313 – Post No. 016

There is something comforting about routines. Not all routines, of course, but even then, it depends on the individual and how they see themselves, how they see the world, and how they see themselves in the world. 

There are those for whom the idea of driving to work by the same route, sitting in the same cubicle, and performing the same tasks day in day out sounds like torture. Others might see it as security. And others still might see it as a dream come true. 

I suppose the task has something to do with it, but not always. Approving permits may sound boring to some, but the feeling of power, or perhaps the satisfaction of well-executed responsibility, might imbue some individuals with a sense of purpose that blossoms into pride. In that sense, any task that produces the same feeling of power or of guardianship or duty would be as good as any other that does the same.  

Indeed, such is the very nature of bureaucracy . . . 

Even them who eschew the rigors of routines such as — for instance — people in the arts, or athletes, or anyone in non-traditional vocations, even they will often fall into a routine; usually, one they find comfort in. Some may become superstitious about it or come to believe that a part of their routine is not only necessary but essential for the successful completion of their tasks. 

One of the things I try and do whenever I notice I’ve fallen into a routine is to consciously fight it. Not all routines, because some are useful and there’s little downside to them. 

But, for example, take something like getting the same locker at the gym. The problem with that routine is that lockers are not assigned. That means that occasionally someone else gets “your” locker. That disruption in the routine could cause a slight discomfort. Perhaps even a large discomfort; large enough to wake long-dormant murderous tendencies. 

I don’t like that. I don’t like it because I give someone else a bit of power over me. They wouldn’t even know it, but their use of “my” locker disrupts my routine. Their actions intrude into my awareness. What should be inconsequential now occupies — however minimally — my thoughts. 

The solution? Like I said, I vary the lockers I use. I force myself to “not care” about which locker I use. Do that long enough and — after a while — you really won’t care.  

I still rank stuff. I prefer one shower stall over another (it has to do with water flow and dispersion spray — I have a ranking for all the available showers stalls, from “most preferred” to “oh, hell no!”), I have preferred parking places (it has to do with minimizing the odds of someone denting our car), I have preferred restaurants and while I don’t object to trying new restaurants, they immediately get ranked and the ranking determines the frequency of visits. 

Anyway . . . routines; try breaking them. It helps you see things differently and be more aware of what’s going on around you.

. . . wow; I could have said that right off the bat and spared readers the long tirade here. 

And now, the photo. That, my friends, is the famous Aldis lamp that signaled the Brittish were coming by land. Or, was it by sea? Am I confusing it with Captain Ahab’s lamp when he was looking for the honest man? No, wait . . . that was Diogenes when he had been swallowed by a whale. No, no, that was Job hunting whales . . . You know what, it doesn’t matter. It’s a lamp. Just a lamp.   

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We’ve been at the new place for almost a month now. We have a routine of sorts but we’re still tweaking it. Don’t worry, this is one of them useful routines. Also, since the major feature of the routine is to hit the gym, we’re not all that bothered when it gets disrupted. 

I’m still not as productive as I used to be, mostly because I’m easily distracted by all manner of things. I’m almost back to reading all the blogs I subscribe to, but I’ll be dropping a few because the number of blogs I’m now following has grown to something that is not readily manageable. 

In fact, one of the reasons I’m not writing (I’ve not written any fiction for a number of months now) is because I have (self-imposed) obligations depriving me of large blocks of uninterrupted time. Some people can write snippets at a time, but my writing tends to be in large uninterrupted chunks . . . chunks I’m finding difficult making time for.  

More and more, I’m thinking it may be time to take a break from the Internet and realign my priorities to address my needs and wants. We’ll see. 

Been there, done that . . . wait; I don’t know any rich people. I mean, a few who are comfortable, but rich? Not that I know of. But, boy, if I did know any, I’d probably shoot up to 190 or 200 pounds. I’d have to buy a whole new wardrobe . . . elastic stuff so it could grow with me. 

One thing I have no problem doing are these doodles. They just keep flowing. I suppose one has to be thankful for even the small and insignificant things in life. 

Time A-Plenty

And . . . that’s it

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

You can read about Project 313 HERE.

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10 Responses to Project 313 – Post No. 016

  1. I like routine. I play golf and I like to hit the ball to the same place every time I play. Could you take a break from the internet? I know that I couldn’t!

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    • disperser says:

      Weird . . . I haven’t played for a while, but as I remember it — at least here, in the US — you had to keep moving from hole to hole. Or are you taking the helicopter view, where every player eventually hits the ball into the cup no matter the erratic path taken to it?

      As for the Internet, having done it, I know I could. Understand that it doesn’t mean you can’t keep writing or taking photos. It’s just you don’t get to disgorge what you do onto the Interweb’s tabletop for all to see (if they even bother looking).

      I was off once for a month, but let me clarify . . . no social media. I still checked e-mails because I do all my banking and bill paying online. To this day, almost zero interaction with Twitter and Facebook and Google+ and Instagram and on and on. The only thing I do is this blog and that has limited reach and interactions (you get way more comments than I do but you’re more focused with regards to what you offer as content). I follow the news but it has to be some pretty significant story for it to hit my radar and/or interest.

      Also, cruises to other countries (Caribbean) and while at sea are mostly Interweb free because access on a ship is expensive and suffers from glacial speeds. It will eventually improve but for now, it’s easy to stay off the Interweb while on a cruise.

      What would be more difficult would be cutting myself off from the PC and/or phone as the bulk of my relaxation, hobbies, and general entertainment comes in the form of interaction with various electronic devices, be they online or not.

      If the Internet disappeared right now, it would be equivalent to libraries and newspapers and television and radios all closing up shop thirty years ago. Why, people would then have to go back to living life and stuff.

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      • Some good thoughts there. I confess that I would miss the internet and the social interaction that it brings. As well as blogging I rely on it for news and information and for banking. I find it hard to imagine a life without it. Kim tells me that I am on it far too much and she may be right!

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      • disperser says:

        I hope you don’t mind me correcting the spelling as I’m reasonably certain you didn’t really intend to deify me.

        Anyway, Interweb . . . I’ve curtailed my interactions online because Twitter, Facebook, and pretty much any discussion board or widely read platform comes with a good share of trolls. It may not seem like it, but I’m generally careful with when and where I interact even with blogs I read. In part, it’s because I tend to get too involved but the other part is that you never know how people will react.

        The internet is certainly a conduit to all that’s great about the world and the humans on it . . . but it can easily turn toxic, sometimes without people even realizing it. Couple the constant access with all the behavioral research the companies do, and unless one is very cognizant of it, one can easily have their worldview and opinions distorted and manipulated.

        But, that was always the case with all types of media throughout human history. It’s just that now is more far-reaching than ever and concentrated in the hands of relatively few companies.

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  2. paolsoren says:

    I’m with Andrew on this. I enjoy the interaction with other people (deified or not) but I also find that I need to drop a few people off because I haven’t the time or energy to keep it going.

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    • disperser says:

      Well, first and foremost take care of your own needs.

      I try and cull blogs I follow once they get so many that keeping track of them all interferes with what I do. It’s difficult sometimes.

      The alternative is to just give them the occasional glance, but then one can’t complain when one’s own blog is lightly visited.

      I’m happy with a small core of regulars and the occasional straggler stopping by my offerings.

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  3. I enjoy the good routines in my life. But, often life stuff pushes the routines around. So I go with the flow…be bendy…be flexible.
    Cooper likes his routines and has an amazing inner body-clock. He keeps me in line. I call him “Mr. Supervisor, Sir”!

    Photo: Love lamps! Cool effect!
    Cartoon: HA! They should’ve lined their pockets with plastic and sneaked out (is “sneaked” a word?!) some food for lunch the next day!
    Doodle: It’s very hourglass-y! I like! The dots, the colors, the motion!
    HUGS!!! :-)

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    • disperser says:

      Sometimes we use routines to keep track of days otherwise they all jumble into an indistinguishable mess.

      Some weeks, when something odd happens and it disrupts the routine, we have to keep reminding each other of what day it is.

      . . . mostly, each day feels like Saturday. Saturday usually feels like Wednesdays.

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  4. AnnMarie says:

    Your lamp . . . not “just a lamp” to me . . . is beautifully done because of the wonderful colors, the processing, and the angle/composition. Oh, and I like your creative dots!

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