All that you touch
You change.
All that you Change
Changes you.
The only lasting truth
Is Change.
God
Is Change.
—Earthseed: The Books of the Living
The Parable of the Sower, Octavia Butler
My Disability Days seem to be nearing an endpoint; it’s been a long time since I lost nearly a week to neurological issues and suffering. The suffering ended yesterday, and today I seem more able to think and read and write, even though only for short periods at a time with naps and meditation in between. I’ll take it.
The CrowdStrike outage on Friday didn’t impact me personally as much as the neurological chaos; I was already scheduled to leave after scrum in the morning, and so the Blue Screen of Death on my laptop didn’t impact much of my work. The outage seems to have been a wake-up call to the industry, though I’m not sure they have enough of the necessary perspective to be able to implement any new-found sanity. We’ve been living by the motto of “moving fast and breaking things” for so long that the treadmill’s whiplash pace seems to have run away with us.
I’m dogsitting again for the coming week, and I have all my tools — food and books and electronics, oh my. I don’t know that I will be able to do much Philosophical reading before the meeting on Tuesday morning; I’m still having trouble getting the phrases to match up into a concept and engage with the meaning of the text. For some reason it’s still easier to work with data, which feels like building a lego as opposed to oil painting.
Politics feels like a chapter in a near-future science fiction novel, and when I sleep I wake up wondering if I dreamed the latest headline.
