Get Some Green

So here we go. Read this article. Then come back.

Goodness all those words. I’m sorry, but it had to be done. Heathens.

This touches on something that I’ve thought about often and explains my love/hate ambivalence with the city. Okay actually I love cities, big cities with lots of people and things going on. I thirst for that stimulation, but yeah, it gets tiring. When I think of those peaceful moments on a mountain, or a country road, or down a storm drain (getting under the city is almost as good as getting out of it) I feel a strange sense of nostalgia and longing. Fresh air, birds and trees sure are nice. So are clouds. My god clouds. Awesome.

Its like of like comparing classical music to electronica. One of them makes you want to dance, the other one’s great for lying on the grass watching cumulous nimbus sail past.

Montreal is better than average on the park front. I really love the canal near my apartment, even if I don’t go there nearly enough. Mont Royal and Parc Lafontaine are marvels, but again I don’t get to them often enough.

One thought might be to change our current city model into something more akin to Europe with small clusters of towns with parks and countryside in between. Or maybe we can simply modify our existing metropolises. We could begin with getting rid of all those goddam billboards like Sao Paulo did recently and Quebec City is planning to do. That being done the next logical move to my mind would be to get 90% of cars and trucks off of the roads. Use the space freed up by those muliple lanes of traffic and parking lots to put in more public parks and squares. Noise pollution cut. Air pollution cut. The danger of psychotic motorists cut.

You may say that I’m a dreamer.

Okay it would require some immense changes, but what if everyone’s productivity went up even 1%? What if medical costs went down 1%? Domestic violence down 1%? Now what if those figures were actually 2% or 5%? What about all the other sectors of society that would benefit?

Might happen one day.

Maybe.

Minerva’s Owl, Sandman Speaks

Sleep is a vexing issue for me. A truly devious subject that I wish I could understand. Unfortunately the role which it plays in my life is far from opaque and I wrestle with it from time to time, such as now.

Due to a scheduling mishap (itself brought on by a lack of sleep and my own subsequent errors thanks to) I am working predominantly in the mornings this month – some as early as 4:30. Today marks my first round of trying to make a new routine out of it. Get up early. Go to work. Stay up (no napping). Go to bed. Repeat. To most of you this should seem normal. For me it is not. Historically when faced with appalingly early work hours I’ve tended to return to a mid day nap of several hours, then proceed to stay up to some ungodly hour that is far too close to the ringing of the alarm’s bell. So staying up all day today was something of an anomoly.

Theory would suggest that I go to bed relatively early then, after being awake for 20+ hours. And yet, I am restless and writing here in my blog, in my bed, toes frantically twitching for someplace to be.

I have no doubt that I could make it to 24 hours of awake time with minimal fuss. Followed by a good 12 hour dead zone hybernation.

Does this mean that my body prefers to run on a 36 hour clock? I’ve noticed this before. I simply cannot get to sleep before the wee hours of the morning except under unusual circumstances. I like finishing my day with a good sunrise. This applies even if I’ve been up since the previous sunrise. Absurd. Ridiculous. Fact.

Assuming the 36 hour theory bears weight I am in some real trouble. I would effectively be living my life 1.5 days at a time, not a schedule that is easy to bend to the mould that society hands us.

But I am happier like this. I felt very awake and very productive today. Moreso than usual. How to make it all work?

I don’t know, but moring shifts this month do give me an opportunity to investigate, to taste and refine the right recipe of sleep and wakefulness.