Violet Baudelaire, the eldest, was one of the finest 14-year-old inventors in the world. Anyone who knew Violet well, could tell she was inventing something when her long hair was tied up in a ribbon. In a world of abandoned items and discarded materials, Violet knew there was always something. Something she could fashion into nearly any advice, for nearly every ocassion.
i am the absent minded professor. i do put my hair up and make things out of parts and pieces at hand. i get lost in thoughts and possibilities, for hours, sometimes days. the physical world is only pertinent as necessary - food, sleep, work, and company. but mostly, i live in my head.
the material world has philosophical and ethical problems that can be solved by technology and transparency, by education and parity. that is what occupies me most of the time. the edge of broadcasting, emerging video technologies, streaming internationally instantaneously, and how that is part of the solution - there is where my brain orbits most hours of the day.
what i figured out, while i was young, was to sit back, observe, and have a variety of tools and plugins ready.
“The secret of all victory lies in the organization of the non-obvious.” - Marcus Aurelius
That is how it is done - assemble the options, know the platforms, understand the workflow, piece together the best solutions.
It is adult LEGOS. It is plug and play in real life.
It makes sense, technology. It never betrays its purpose, there is always a reason for failures, and faulty parts can be replaced. Code has syntax, order, scripts have process, language is set and understood.
People, on the other hand, make NO sense a lot of the time. sure, there are root causes for things, but when boundaries start to erode due to substance abuse and increasing mental illness, as well as decades of enablers supporting them, predictable behavior goes out the window.
The only predictable thing about that kind of person is selfishness.
so i retreated into my brain and my skills as early as i could remember. my mother had to pull me from my coloring books and making things to eat and sleep. in my head, i could build things and imagine things not yet created.
Science fiction was my favorite growing up - books, movies, tv shows. Things that did things - tricoders, scanners, lasers, computers - all these things i wanted to play with.
and now, to some degree, i do. if i got an offer to go to space, even if i would never return, i would go, and experience the pinnacle of human achievement.
my brain is a beautiful, beautiful thing. people say the heart is where love is, but for me, my brain saved me in so many ways - it gave me grounding logic and rational thought, it was hungry for information and data, it challenged and solved puzzles and problems. it gave me dreams, it fed me daydreams and fantasies, it was fun and terrifying and uniquely me.