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Day March 9, 2010

Pay Attention

Suck it, Gilgamesh!

Are we not men? No, we are Hammurabi!

What are you doing right now? How many different things are you trying to balance? Stop all of them and pay attention. No, seriously, do it. Nobody is going to die in the next five minutes. Unless you’re in surgery or something. In which case go do your job.

I’m here reminding you that you need to pay attention.

This isn’t like in Middle School history when you were learning about the Epic of Gilgamesh and how he killed a demi-god with the help of a hairy little man and together they survive watching the movie Ishtar and end up wearing a cow’s ass as a hat or something. Did you pay attention to that story? Yeah, me neither. This is nothing like that.

I’ve noticed something that bothers me – we constantly distract ourselves. People are always on the phone or listening to music or basically not paying attention. Stop it.

Breathe

Take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Breathe in. Breathe out. Fill up your lungs, focus on breathing.

Do you feel that? That’s you calming your tiny little primate brain and making it pay attention to one very simple thing that it already does on its own. Feels good, doesn’t it?

Keeping doing for a bit. Focus on your breathing. If you drift off for a second, just focus on your breathing. Your mind is still there, you just shifted your focus. This page will still be here when you get frustrated.

Think

What’s the point of this?

Honestly, the point was to get you to stop for a minute.

Think about how often you’re constantly worried about what to do next. Think about how often you’re thinking about a meeting you had earlier in the week, an argument, or anything else that happened in the past. You think about the past and the future a lot, don’t you?

Now, think about how much time you spend focusing on right now. Be really honest with yourself. I bet it’s not a lot.

Have you smelled this finger?

This is really mature, guys.

We constantly distract ourselves. I have friends who listen to books while they run because running is boring. People talk on their phones while they shop and drive because it’s boring. People will do anything to distract themselves from the task at hand because it’s boring.

You’re boring.

Did you perk up and pay attention just now? I thought so. You probably aren’t boring. You’re probably a fascinating person with diverse and varied interests and I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, but you’re boring the shit out of me. Fact: life is not full of roller coasters and orgasms. Sometimes you have to peel potatoes. When you’re peeling the potatoes, peel the potatoes. Don’t think about how you’re going to have pie for dessert or how your 14 disk box set of Quantum Leap is going to come in the mail in a few days. Just peel the potatoes.

Be

Zen students are with their masters at least ten years before the presume to teach others. Nan-in was visited by Tenno, who, having passed his apprenticeship, had become a teacher. The day happened to be rainy, so Tenno wore wooden clogs and carried an umbrella. After greeting him, Nan-in remarked “I suppose you left your wooden clogs in the vestibule. I want to know if your umbrella is on the right or left side of the clogs.”

Tenno, confused, had no instant answer. He realized that he was unable to carry his Zen every minute. He became Nan-in’s pupil, and he studied six more years to accomplish his every-minute Zen.

from Zen Flesh Zen Bones, compiled by Paul Reps and Nyogen Senzaki

To put it another way – an ordained monk was so humbled by his own inattention that he once again became a student. We all slip up, but if you try you can manage to pay a little bit more attention to what you’re doing. Take pleasure in the things you’re doing. When it’s time to peel the potatoes, peel the potatoes. When it’s time to indulge in your Margaret Thatcher fetish, don’t call me.

T-SQL Tuesday 4: Io, Io, it’s off to disk we go

Fact: the earliest recorded use of cloud computing was ancient Greek porn

Io was a nymph. True story. Apparently, her father was some kind of river god. In modern times that means you’re likely to catch fire. Back in the days when the Greeks were in charge of things being a river god meant that you were somebody (the Greeks thought the earth was a giant brass plate floating a huge river, all of which was created by perverts who lived on top of a mountain). So, apparently Io’s dad was important.

Anyway, it is rumored that Io was attractive. So attractive, in fact, that Zeus, lord of the perverts, saw her taking a bath and got more than a little bit aroused. Zeus then behaved in a way that would end up in a savage beating and restraining order back where I come from – he pestered Io for nookie until her father drove her out of the house – probably because some horny lunatic who could shoot children out of his forehead was bothering his daughter. Io, being a bit strange in the head, relented. Or something. My records aren’t 100% clear seeing as how they’ve been written on pottery. The point is that Zeus turned into a giant cloud and turned Io into a cow (no, your hooves don’t make you look fat).

Somehow Zeus’s wife got involved and there was bondage involving a cow tied to a tree or something. Eventually Io gets turned back into a real live girl and gives birth to Zeus’s son. Which brought about an ethics probe into cross-species cloning.

Disk… disk… oh yeah I already mentioned that the ancient Greeks were clearly insane and thought that the world was a giant metal plate floating on a huge river name Oceanus all of it encased in a hemisphere with clouds and the sun and the moon and stuff painted all over the inside of the hemisphere.

What’s outside of the hemisphere? Shut up, that’s what. It’s turtles all the way down.

There’s a bit of humor thrown into your T-SQL Tuesday

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