March 4th, 2007

Head. Bellybutton. Winch.

Well, I've got to get my head out of *somewhere* anyway.

Immediate issue: What are my personal mental mechanisms for reminding myself of my place in the universe and the focus of my activities? Okay, foci if you want to be picky.

I focus on forming, and when formed, representing, a community. However, I should also be capable of functioning on my own when other members of that community are not physically present. And reading "The Matrix" when I'm in this state of mind is a really, really stupid idea. Reading "Rehabilitating Mr. Wiggles" isn't any better.

The Jewish tradition I was raised with focuses on food and reading as two cues. Not bad ideas; reading comes under the categories of both studying and praying, and there are *lots* of different kinds of rules about food.