This was a fantastic concept from The Master and His Emissary – I’m not sure if it’s original to the author, or if it’s something from Hegel or Popper or elsewhere:

“Whatever is out there that exists apart from us comes into contact with us as the water falls on a particular landscape. The water falls and the landscape resists. One can see a river as restlessly searching out its path across the landscape, but in fact no activity is taking place in the sense that there is no will involved…

The landscape cannot make the river. It does not try to put the river together. It does not even say ‘yes’ to the river. It merely says ‘no’ to the water – or it does not say ‘no’ to the water, and by its not saying ‘no’ to the water, wherever it is that it does so, it allows the river to come into being.”

On a smaller scale, I apply this to sleep. It’s often seemed cruel to me that, while we have the ability, to a large extent, to will ourselves to NOT sleep by exerting effort to stay awake, we have no ability to will ourselves TO sleep. But this is the key. We either say ‘no’ or we do not say ‘no’ to sleep; we do not say ‘yes’. You can’t say ‘yes’ to sleep, you can only not say ‘no’.

I’ve totally grown disgruntled with modern scientific approaches to insomnia and sleep. Medical science doesn’t know butkis about sleep. But of course they pretend they do. They give you all these dumb sleep hygiene rules with no basis in fact. One of the top 5 ‘wellness’ (hate that word!) pieces of advice in WaPo for year end was “Avoid alcohol for better sleep!” Look, last night for New Year’s Eve I drank like a fish; I also had one of my rare nights where I didn’t need Ambien.

Treating consciousness and sleep as the mysteries they are gets you closer to the truth. This is part of my 2025 ‘resolution’ to rein in my left brain a little.

I was sick Xmas Eve & Xmas Day. Yesterday it broke and I had that glorious post-sick feeling. We did a jigsaw all day then ate empanadas. This morning I tried to walk on the hotel treadmill but it felt too exerting. I still get an annoying tickle in my throat at random times and it makes me cough.

Heard in NY:

“I like your glasses.” Good, I still have doubts about them.

“Have you lost weight?” This guy must have had a really fat image of me. I am of course at a higher weight than at any prior point and was not wearing something particularly slimming.

“You don’t change!” But everyone around me does! Everyone I knew looked so gray.

Look at them askance, kind of blurry. I think the top one is particularly interesting if you make it blurry.

I came across another article in Spin-Off about paying attention to value more than hue. Same concepts used by Deb Menz in COLOR IN SPINNING, though I don’t know if she invented them; the top is an attempt at “high major” and the bottom is a “medium major”. Major means spanning light, medium, & dark values; and high means emphasizing light, and medium means emphasizing medium.