Week in Review, hour 8, 29 June 2009
The week is off to a good start. Today my roommate with the weird sleeping habits woke me up at 4 am washing grapes in the kitchen. My bed is over some water pipes, so I hear a loud rushing sound when people use the sink, and combined with the loud fan my landlord uses to create “positive pressure and natural air conditioning” in the house at night, I woke up. I think because I had gone to bed exactly 4 hours before, it caught me at the correct moment of my sleep cycle for wakefulness. Yet, because it was early in the morning I could not reconcile my wakefulness with my previous sleeping habits and became agitated, leading to a somewhat mortifying episode in which I climbed out of a second story bathroom window. And then back into it.But then after that I read for awhile while the house slept and the sun rose. At 7:00 I rode my bike to work and streaked out some plates I had forgotten to streak on Friday. I’m hoping they might grow in a suitable time frame, but this is doubtful. Biology involves a lot of patience and planning, a lot of waiting in which one hopes that one has found something useful to do in the overall scheme of things. In this it is much like cooking.
I’m thinking that maybe I should get up around 5 am every morning, seeing as I’m not more tired than I am when I get up at 8:30. I’ve always found it very impressive when people get up at absurd hours of the morning, even people like my grey haired Polish roommate, who denounces everything as “pig-fucking shit” and can’t decide if he prefers communist Poland, post communist Poland or America. All are pig fucking shit, he says and sputters wildly. So people who get up early are impressive for that fact, like they are better suited for business and capitalism and modern life in general. Only the aristocracy can really manage to get up late with style. Everyone else doing it is slovenly.
