Feeling It!

Berkeley, Saturday, April 11, 2026 3:44 PM

A phone text interrupted a bit the motion of this post. But, unfortunately I need to put the phone in silence to keep writing in here.

There is this sensation of feeling things, even an oddity, but that is probably the capacity of the brain to expand and root in the situation, present time and space.

It can be from sitting on the jeep or a combustion machine, and sense the combustion of the pistons with the fire taking place on it.

It can be at the take off and landing of the airplane, feeling the turbines, and seeing the aerodynamics of its wings helping to lift the airplane or to break, and feeling the air friction even, while encompassed within an air pressured space hopefully with the window opened.

It can be on a walk, even at darkness, when one can sense the quiet animal or bird there either watching or hunting, such as a blue heron, which takes off when she also feels noticed.

While sense are awake, and keep feeding on the curiosity, its cycle is complemented with knowledge.

Who owns the wordpress company?

Well that is not a relevant question.

More and more, and probably again, and this case I am grateful, my interaction will be with the computer during office hours, and apparently beyond.

So, it is fair to know well my working tool. (This space is not my working tool, now at least. This is more of a reflecting spaces. Thoughts from the heart, if that means something. But Heart Pensées, in honor of a big hero Blaise Pascal).

HQZ, a colleague, once was getting deep into thinking from a story of a shoe maker and his tool. Over years the tool, and its wood grip, has taking some shape or marks of his hand, it achieved the point were the tool was a extension of his hand.

The problem with computers, might be also cars, definitely cellphones, it is that in many cases are less and less a tool. Rather sometime they are an invasion within our walls of external messages, including mainly propaganda.

Still a car, same as a bike. Those are still tools which serve a purpose, and the user, or myself I adapt and customize according to my needs and on a usage basis. Same happens with the house, bed, kitchen, stove, pan, cast iron, sink, bath, you name it.

I might be using the computer now, again, much more than the other stuff, and much more than the other tools. Still, quite often is hard to treat it specifically as a tool. True that depends on the self on so on. But, so many words, sometimes one is exposed there. In the same place where one is drawing, has to react to revise an article, has to react to provide advice, has to react to solve an issue, has to recompose and write a dissertation, it is even hard to believe that same space could be a place of job application. I believe that definetely is a construction place. And of all the above, writing, drawing, reading, creating, studying, reacting, applying, are essentials which are done in this tool. But still I like to treat it in blocks. I know little to notting regarding shells, although in the physical word I love shells. That’s how I get nuts, or even more recently oyster. I understand I did not create a computer, same as I did not create a home. But at some time you make that space yours. It has been a bit harder, might be, with this computer. But getting there again. Who knows if I am going to learn about shell, bash, or how I am typing on this keyboard which does not have a wire, and I still can see in quite a real fast time the characters, words, and sentences that come up from my brain, to my fingers, to this keyboards sounds, to the pixels of this screen, in a sort of a font, which I have not labelled, which I do not know the name, but which I understand what it displays.

One cannot understand everything, but one can feel it!