As I have said to many, and will continue to say again and again, Peace Corps needs a new tag line. Nuts to, “The toughest job you’ll ever love,” I say we switch to, Peace Corps: “Time to think.” Here is a list of some (emphasis) of the thoughts I have had since waking up about two hours ago:
- How would I solve the problem of ballast for a personal aircraft. Mind you, not a rotor-based design such as a gyrocopter, because those are just not safe enough, but instead an airship-type (think Hindebergh or Goodyear, but smaller).
- Man I have the best idea for a video game/story line: Airships and dragons. Take Skies of Arcadia and add in more dragons, and more blimp-like airships, not just literal (littoral, oh snap!) nautical vessels that conveniently fly thanks to the power of the moon.
- After listening to Willie Nelson’s rendition of Imagine, and particular the line, “Nothing to kill or die for,”: But killing and dying is how we determine what ideas get passed on to the new generation and in what quantity and socially-acceptable quality. Survival is based on slight differentiation that allows the species as a whole to continue on, but if we are all thinking the same and not willing to say our idea is good enough and others harmful enough to the species, where is the differentiation. I don’t care how “peaceful,” an idea is, it’s our differences that make humanity strong. Man, I wonder if distances in space are large enough to promote unity of ideas on one planet vs. another planet (think Card’s Speaker For The Dead universe), that speciation might occur if humans are no longer able to travel at faster-than-light speeds (think Asimov’s Robots universe).
- Do I really want to go for a run this afternoon?
- Hey, I can justify spending time on writing a Bash script for erasing Gnome settings because it’s lab maintainence work.
- I wonder if I should try my hand at composing music for the recorder. There’s not enough free music on the internet suitable for solo tenor recorder.
- I should blog about my weekend, and some other things, but I think I will blog about thinking instead.
- Should I go into Mtongwe for a nutrient-rich lunch or read more of The Masterharper of Pern and just cook ramen?
- Did I really just think the word nutrient-rich when describing lunch to myself in my own brain?
Mind you, this is not a near complete list, and mind you on that, a completely complete list, including sub-sconscious thinking, would be extensive and boring. Though I am beginning to wonder how different my sub-conscious thoughts and actions have begun to diverge from my typical of a year ago. Daily language alone has become reflexively the mix of english and kiswahili that Kenyans call sheng. I actively think about whether I will need to fill a bucket to flush the toilet. And where the heck is my second set of keys?