Walking in others shoes...
This one takes a bit of imagination to pull off, but none the less, it has been visioned by me. A little back ground story first.
I pretty much fix radios. That’s as good of a summary as I can get. Even back before this job, I've been tearing into anything electronic just to see the same thing over and over. A couple of circuit cards. Still, something about the arrangement of resistors, capacitors and the ever increasing integrated circuit had me fascinated. Now usually I can't even really look at anything electronic and get the same wonder most have of what's inside that tv.
I say usually because I still take things apart for no reason. And on some situations I take the more imaginative approach to things. Not really a trip like most of my mental wanderings.
We've got this poor radio just gutted and flayed out on our workbench. Little electronic bits are everywhere. I thought no surprise could be found, but our talk got a bit on the fun side.
Making a joke about the illusive flux capacitor, or that poor electron that just got lost. Maybe even stuck in a transistor trap of doom. We talked on these electronically humorous subjects for a few moments but nothing serious yet.
A phone call was made, and the humor inducing co-worker was off on another task. So here I am, looking at this demystified radio. Out of nowhere I get a hit of inspiration and imagination.
I think, what would it be like to be an electron? Once again, I get flashbacks to an old movie. I see an old scene from Hackers, the part where the data is supposedly zipping around in the main frame computers. It's entertaining, but not quite realistic.
Somehow Tron also came to mind. I've never seen the movie, and my only knowledge of it are the brief commercials, reviews, and reports on the cult it made in it's time. None of these are too great and nothing special to write about.
It's what came next. A simple comparison. I started thinking of exactly what electrons do. They just pushed and pulled. Follow a set path and travel through doors that open or close with no real warning. A bit scary.
Sadly, these poor scared electrons have a short life. Maybe if you live at the speed of light, it wouldn't seem all that long. They just go zipping around, occasionally meeting some resistance. Give off a bit of heat. Too much resistance, or too much heat, and like that, the electron is gone.
Sounding a bit familiar, I then go on to compare our lives with that of electrons. Not much to compare here. We both are able live in large numbers in compact area, are known to stand in long lines for hours. Give off heat, and too much resistance is deadly for both. Of course we have to make our own decisions.
No way would I have those crazy doors shutting on me with no warning. It's almost like all automatic doors, you can never quite trust them. Elevator doors are the worst. I'm sure we've all seen the scenes from Final Destination 2...
At the gruesome elevator imagery, I slowly come out of my deep thinking mode, and am once more left in the real world. How much time has passed on? Only a few minutes. My partner is now off the phone and ready to reassemble this dead looking radio.
All in all, the timing couldn't have been better. I finish my radical thinking, he gets off the phone, and no one felt like they were waiting around.
And that’s it for today’s installment of my imaginative imagery. I tried including paragraphs, but they were never my strong point, and other than spell checking, I leave this unedited. Keep it real, and use the grammar as poetic license.
I pretty much fix radios. That’s as good of a summary as I can get. Even back before this job, I've been tearing into anything electronic just to see the same thing over and over. A couple of circuit cards. Still, something about the arrangement of resistors, capacitors and the ever increasing integrated circuit had me fascinated. Now usually I can't even really look at anything electronic and get the same wonder most have of what's inside that tv.
I say usually because I still take things apart for no reason. And on some situations I take the more imaginative approach to things. Not really a trip like most of my mental wanderings.
We've got this poor radio just gutted and flayed out on our workbench. Little electronic bits are everywhere. I thought no surprise could be found, but our talk got a bit on the fun side.
Making a joke about the illusive flux capacitor, or that poor electron that just got lost. Maybe even stuck in a transistor trap of doom. We talked on these electronically humorous subjects for a few moments but nothing serious yet.
A phone call was made, and the humor inducing co-worker was off on another task. So here I am, looking at this demystified radio. Out of nowhere I get a hit of inspiration and imagination.
I think, what would it be like to be an electron? Once again, I get flashbacks to an old movie. I see an old scene from Hackers, the part where the data is supposedly zipping around in the main frame computers. It's entertaining, but not quite realistic.
Somehow Tron also came to mind. I've never seen the movie, and my only knowledge of it are the brief commercials, reviews, and reports on the cult it made in it's time. None of these are too great and nothing special to write about.
It's what came next. A simple comparison. I started thinking of exactly what electrons do. They just pushed and pulled. Follow a set path and travel through doors that open or close with no real warning. A bit scary.
Sadly, these poor scared electrons have a short life. Maybe if you live at the speed of light, it wouldn't seem all that long. They just go zipping around, occasionally meeting some resistance. Give off a bit of heat. Too much resistance, or too much heat, and like that, the electron is gone.
Sounding a bit familiar, I then go on to compare our lives with that of electrons. Not much to compare here. We both are able live in large numbers in compact area, are known to stand in long lines for hours. Give off heat, and too much resistance is deadly for both. Of course we have to make our own decisions.
No way would I have those crazy doors shutting on me with no warning. It's almost like all automatic doors, you can never quite trust them. Elevator doors are the worst. I'm sure we've all seen the scenes from Final Destination 2...
At the gruesome elevator imagery, I slowly come out of my deep thinking mode, and am once more left in the real world. How much time has passed on? Only a few minutes. My partner is now off the phone and ready to reassemble this dead looking radio.
All in all, the timing couldn't have been better. I finish my radical thinking, he gets off the phone, and no one felt like they were waiting around.
And that’s it for today’s installment of my imaginative imagery. I tried including paragraphs, but they were never my strong point, and other than spell checking, I leave this unedited. Keep it real, and use the grammar as poetic license.
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