nightmare
I awoke with a start from a nightmare I had after composing the previous blog entry about who the better programmer is.
My mother is gesticulating wildly. Her eyes are flashing, she is speaking rapidly. She suddenly understands -- it is all related! She finally sees the big picture -- the really big, complete picture. She needs to articulate this idea. She is desperate to make us understand the relationships and patterns she has discovered. She cannot get the information out fast enough; she is about to expode with the urgency of it!
My father is mute. He is staring straight ahead, eyes dry and red. He has almost uncovered every possible path through the most complex problem in the world. He has no time to sleep, even to blink. His head is so full of understanding every single nuance of this problem that it has pushed out his capacity to speak. And who has time for speech anyway -- that would interfere with the speed with which he is reaching the solution!
Thank God they are actually both retired, and have become rather more interested in hot tubbing than in soliloquies or solutions.
Posted at
10:40PM Nov 15, 2006
by Julia Harper in Personal |
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