Say You Miss Me
(I've been sleeping alone. Out on my own. I'm sure it seems like I'm taking my time to get back to you. ~ Wilco)
We are great in bed.
We are great in bed.
Tonight You Will Rest In My Mind
"I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies." ~ Pietro Aretino
Night Vision
I have been saying that I wanted to blog about this for the longest time, so here we go:
To have night vision is to have the ability to see in the dark. It is made possible because of the combination of a decent spectral range and a decent intensity range. Humans are lacking in these departments, mostly because we don't have a tapetum lucidum*, therefore, we don't have good night vision.
An enhanced spectral range allows the viewer to use non-visible sources of electromagnetic radiation, such as near-infrared or ultraviolet light. The intensity range is simply the ability to see with very small amounts of light. Humans can barely do either.
If I had night vision, I doubt I would sleep at all.
*A layer of tissue in the eye, found directly behind or within the retina. It reflects light back through the retina, increasing the amount of light the photoreceptors can pick up. This improves night vision in many animals, including nocturnal animals that rely on their eye to hunt at night.
To have night vision is to have the ability to see in the dark. It is made possible because of the combination of a decent spectral range and a decent intensity range. Humans are lacking in these departments, mostly because we don't have a tapetum lucidum*, therefore, we don't have good night vision.
An enhanced spectral range allows the viewer to use non-visible sources of electromagnetic radiation, such as near-infrared or ultraviolet light. The intensity range is simply the ability to see with very small amounts of light. Humans can barely do either.
If I had night vision, I doubt I would sleep at all.
*A layer of tissue in the eye, found directly behind or within the retina. It reflects light back through the retina, increasing the amount of light the photoreceptors can pick up. This improves night vision in many animals, including nocturnal animals that rely on their eye to hunt at night.
Seems Fitting
I'm superficial, it's all that I know
I'm not sure I've got the strength to begin
To let you see in between all the rest of me
Trapped behind 20 years of skin
I know, I know this intimate disaster
I know, I know that all it takes is time
I know, I know my heart is wrapped in plaster
I know, I know your arms are open wide
Can't let you touch all that's inside
Don't get too close to me
Fon't get to o close to me
Can't let me feel what I can't hide
Don't get too close to me
Don't get too close to me
~ Don't Get Too Close to Me (Beau Bristow)
I'm not sure I've got the strength to begin
To let you see in between all the rest of me
Trapped behind 20 years of skin
I know, I know this intimate disaster
I know, I know that all it takes is time
I know, I know my heart is wrapped in plaster
I know, I know your arms are open wide
Can't let you touch all that's inside
Don't get too close to me
Fon't get to o close to me
Can't let me feel what I can't hide
Don't get too close to me
Don't get too close to me
~ Don't Get Too Close to Me (Beau Bristow)
Thoughts From 9th
Carbon fiber is a material made of fine fibers less than 1/10th of a millimeter in diameter, and composed mostly of carbon atoms. (Hence, it's name carbon fiber.) The atoms are bonded together into microscopic crystals which are then aligned with the axis of the thin fibers - which makes the fiber extraordinarily strong considering it's size. Thousands of these fibers can be wound together to create a yarn, which then can be either used to make fabric, or remain on its own. You can weave intricate patterns.
It can be combined with a plastic resin and molded to create composites* such as carbon fiber reinforced plastic. This is a material known to have a nice high ratio of strength-to-weight. It's wonderful properties, such as extraordinary strength, low weight, and low thermal expansion make it quite popular.
I see much correlation between carbon fiber and myself, however arrogant that may sound.
*"Engineered materials made from two or more constituent materials with significantly different physical or chemical properties which remain separate and distinct on a macroscopic level within the finished structure"...according to the ever-trustworthy Wikipedia.
It can be combined with a plastic resin and molded to create composites* such as carbon fiber reinforced plastic. This is a material known to have a nice high ratio of strength-to-weight. It's wonderful properties, such as extraordinary strength, low weight, and low thermal expansion make it quite popular.
I see much correlation between carbon fiber and myself, however arrogant that may sound.
*"Engineered materials made from two or more constituent materials with significantly different physical or chemical properties which remain separate and distinct on a macroscopic level within the finished structure"...according to the ever-trustworthy Wikipedia.
When I Reach The Other Side
There are only a few things getting me by. It's obviously been a rough week for all of us, as if the world has it out for everyone at the same time. Torturing us with minute pains until we can't stand it anymore...and we all want to go home.
Home for me is now at my father's house. It's pretty house on a river, just off the Chesapeake Bay, with lovely front and back yards and a pier. With wooden decks and clean carpet. You can see the city across the water, tiny yet clear. It's weird that I can officially call it home because I've never lived with my father or my sisters before. I'll have a car and work to drive to every morning and not much to do at night. I'll be forty-five minutes away from all of my gradeschool friends, but that'll be okay. I'll get as much sunshine as I can. I'll get to decorate my room with everything I bring home.
My sister's won't like my music but I'll play it anyway. Maybe I'll even get plants for the window, to keep the room alive.
It will be alright.
I have to keep saying that.
And when the summer is over, I'll pack up my things and move back to Iowa again. It's a path you follow, to and from a place, over and over again...a path you take for granted. One day it's gone and you don't have to go anywhere and you will begin to feel stuck.
I hope I always have somewhere to go.
Home for me is now at my father's house. It's pretty house on a river, just off the Chesapeake Bay, with lovely front and back yards and a pier. With wooden decks and clean carpet. You can see the city across the water, tiny yet clear. It's weird that I can officially call it home because I've never lived with my father or my sisters before. I'll have a car and work to drive to every morning and not much to do at night. I'll be forty-five minutes away from all of my gradeschool friends, but that'll be okay. I'll get as much sunshine as I can. I'll get to decorate my room with everything I bring home.
My sister's won't like my music but I'll play it anyway. Maybe I'll even get plants for the window, to keep the room alive.
It will be alright.
I have to keep saying that.
And when the summer is over, I'll pack up my things and move back to Iowa again. It's a path you follow, to and from a place, over and over again...a path you take for granted. One day it's gone and you don't have to go anywhere and you will begin to feel stuck.
I hope I always have somewhere to go.
