The View Up Here

Happy Monday morning. It's finally feeling like winter in Central New York. Brrrr. Temps in the teens and twenties. No worries. I'll be back in Cali in a few short weeks! Let's get this Monday morning cranked up! Dial it up to 11!

No Robits Month would be right or complete with out The Robots (sorry, no embedding allowed there), by Kraftwerk . According to that monolithic font of Wisdom and Accuracy, Wikipedia: The lyrics reference the revolutionary technique of robotics, and how humans can use them as they wish. The Russian lines "Я твой слуга" ( Ya tvoi sluga , I'm your servant) and "Я твой работник" ( Ya tvoi rabotnik , I'm your worker) (also on the rear sleeve of the album) during the intro and again during its repetition at the bridge are spoken in a pitched down voice, the main lyrics ("We're charging our batteries and now we're full of energy...") are "sung" through a vocoder. Techno group Kraftwerk captured my imagination in college, which didn't have much to do with any substances that may or may not have been present in my system at the time. Coming out of a tiny urban depression in the shale of Upstate New York (i.e. Elmira), where the on...

I can't get away from this meme, so why fight it?

I guess Robits are the theme for the week. They have a Plan.

Last night I had a very lucid, frightening dream about robots. Rod Serling was brainwashed by the robits . I was visiting an R&D company that insisted the robots would be the best thing that ever happened to humans. I saw them in rows, awaiting activation. These weren't any Will Smith-hating I Robot creeps, or Terminator death machines, or frakkin' Toasters, or even this guy . These were giant, menacing, metal boxy things. And there weren't no vacuum cleaner hose arms, neither. I'm sure that's a death ray in his head. I was being guided on a tour, meant to convince me of the goodness of the robots, but I knew better, and I was scared witless. I faked my agreement and went along with the tour, nodding and smiling all the while. Finally we ended up in a giant lecture hall type of room, with a glassed-in office high above looking down. The room was filled with old robots - not the new ones I'd seen lined up awaiting activation. They were all taking a tes...

Yesterday's blog post by my friend and fellow blogger Mrs. Thor put it best: Trust the Plan I've written a little sign for myself on my cork board that says just that. It's a difficult thing to do, sometimes, when fears and doubts and Other People's Voices start ringing in our heads. It also sounds vaguely Cylon , complete with Head Baltar and Head Six, although their Plan didn't quite work out for them the way they'd envisioned , did it? But that's how it is with Plans. Sometimes it doesn't work out the way you had originally intended, but it seems it almost always works out in the way it needs to. The trick is to trust in this while you're going along. Recently, I've been asked about my Plan once I get to L.A. Here it is, more or less: 1. Work P.A. jobs and connect with all the folks I know out there to find out where/when other jobs are opening. 2. Pursue project management-type jobs in addition to administrative assistant-type jobs. 3...