I’ve decided to stop wearing my glasses so often. The other day I took them off and noticed that even half an hour later things were a bit more out of focus than they should be; I can only surmise that wearing my glasses too often has caused some kind of diminished unassisted vision, and I’ll be damned if this continues.
Step one is getting rid of them. Sure, I haven’t changed the lenses since 2000, and the frame itself is in pieces that have been masking-taped together. I want to stick to my promise of only ever having one pair of glasses in my lifetime; I’m too damn young and too damn Not Stupid to go on the quick ride to coke-bottle eyes, which if three months of actively wearing my glasses outside indicates, will be where I would be in a year or two’s time.
‘They’ (don’t you just love a good ‘They’?) say that not wearing your glasses is going to diminish your vision, and the only way to keep your number steady is to keep them on. Well that hasn’t happened to me, quite the opposite, in fact (and since their my eyes I suppose I’m the de facto expert).
Oh sure, I can see pretty fine, and function in most all ways important; about the only time I imagine I’d need to put my glasses is when driving, and since I don’t even know how, well, moot point. For a few years, anyway. Thankfully I don’t need them to read.
Believe it or not, there is a freakish upside to the whole deal, one which I had quite forgotten about. Walking around everything starts to get this impressionistic smear effect, including people, and just looking at the pretty colour-forms is interesting enough.
Upside two is even more arbitrary, but nonetheless noteworthy to a male: All the women start to look good.
Over the past few months I have been struck by the sheer lack of even halfway-attractive women in Dubai. This problem too has been attributed to my spectacle-wearing affliction of the past few months. Without my glasses I can barely discern their physiognomies at twenty paces anyway, so imagination fills in the gaps and someone I probably would consider second only to the ugliest spawn of hell is transformed into someone I wouldn’t mind waking up next to for the rest of my life.
Sure. Dubai is full of beautiful women. Your eyes just need to be a bit off.
Thought up one of those ‘mad and beautiful ideas’ that Alan Moore seems to have every second minute. Not a half bad idea for a continuing, open-ended comic series. Certainly something worth looking into.
Did some mental decision-making on the Great Hyperbook Project. Still don’t have a name I’m happy with, but now I have decided that the world will have a progress-oriented history, that it doesn’t just remain in misty magic land forever, but does indeed have indsutrial and beyond phases. Also decided that it would feature all sorts of things beyond encylopaedic entries; this major shift was mostly due to the ‘thesis’ page at the back of the first issue of Alan Moore’s Promethea, and my frequent reading of Warren Ellis’s Newsmine, Die Puny Humans. I figure I might as well flex all of my nonexistent talents when I can. The Hyperbook seems the better for it. Now if only I ever get around to doing it (I’m halfway against even starting, as even in the long term I doubt i”m going to make any money — no matter how measly — off it).
Resident Evil (movie) — I suppose people will find it strange that I consider this to be one of the best English movies I have ever seen. It’s arguably one of the best shot and lit; not quite as good as the average Hindi movie (Let’s face it, they don’t have any cinematographers even approaching the quality of Santosh Sivan, Anil Mehta and Johnny Lal), but superbly executed visuals without a single shot that looks like it wasn’t planned and viewed from a Graphic Designer’s POV. And the movie itself was great, the soundtrack was, at last, something very different but still very good, and Milla Jovovich can do as she pleases with me, any day of the week.
Star Trek, “Shore Leave” — Mildly surprised that one of my favourite Star Trek episodes was written by Theodore Sturgeon. I’m dismayed that that doesn’t happen too often these days (‘That’ being a well-known SF writer actually scripting a major SF TV show episode).
Recurring Thought Proccess of the Day:
The Conduit. The Conduit. The Conduit. Mmmmm….