Today’s Thunk 06.25.04
The Notebooks of Leonardo Da Vinci
Page 25
OF THE EYE.
Focus of sight.
If the eye is required to look at an object placed too near to it,
it cannot judge of it well–as happens to a man who tries to see the
tip of his nose. Hence, as a general rule, Nature teaches us that an
object can never be seen perfectly unless the space between it and
the eye is equal, at least, to the length of the face.
Differences of perception by one eye and by both eyes (26-29).
Note to self: When you can’t see clearly, consider that you might be too close to the subject. Of consideration for one’s heart’s meditations.
Stuff - Mostly Unrelated: Most recently I’ve recieved calls from folks I’ve been a bit shy to talk to. A disadvantage from having my cel phone replaced is that I didn’t have their names programmed in to caller ID. I pick up and say “Hi. Oh. Who is this? Oh. I’m sorry.” and it goes something awkward like that.
I like these people, I care very much for them. I’m just not particularly able to talk to them effectively because it’s a call from out of the blue. Blind.
I’m without that split second of recognition that helps me sort through my brain’s thoughts to effectively launch into that conversation, why they must be calling, what answers I have for them, and what questions.
Between that moment of “Hi, and who’s this” I’m set into a mild panic mode. I always forget something. Or feel awkward.
I already feel madly awkward about who I am, and what I have to say. In this most recent week I get a mild case of the sweats with the notion that I’m the dumbest/most awkward and inappropriate person in the room. It’s silly, I know…but it’s the decades of insecurity that occasionally still kick me in the arse.
I’ve done well with that whole notion of “Fake it until you Make it”.
No, that’s not a sexual euphemism.
Gladly.
But it’s … I don’t know.
Talking with a friend of mine the other night, she has this amazing perception of Blogging and successful blogging as being akinto some performance/multidimensional artistic presentations. In terms of developing and projecting a sort of cult of personality. Take Warhol. And P Diddy. How much of them is real art and how much is the art of charisma & PR?
I’m my own publicist. I want to fire my publicist.
Oddly enough, I know who I am and I’m finally getting to the point of really liking that person. And I am afraid that my publicist has projected an ambitious/slightly more amped persona than what is the real me. Or have I transmogrified into something sort of in between.
More thunking on this. I’m sure.
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