Record Reconstructor

Dashboard! I took a swing at the intro to this article a couple of different times over the last few days, and I couldn't quite figure out how to frame it correctly.  I was wandering off into weird writing cul de sacs and never felt like I was getting any nearer what I was trying to say until last night, when I was driving to play tennis, when I remembered a story which helped frame the whole thing for me.  So, lets start again shall we? This is a true story, the context of which will hopefully become apparent as it relates to my larger point.  In my life, I have witnessed and been involved in many misguided attempts to express to a long-term or passing object of someone's affection their heartfelt desire to end up in bed with them.  It's the eternal question of adolescence, " How do I talk to (meaning seduce) people of the gender I'm sexually attracted to?" .  No attempt has ever been more misguided nor doomed to failure than the night I spent around a campfi...

This week:  Accelerationist anxiety, a silly amount of albums from the mid 1990s.  It used to be for me that a deadline provided a very useful starting point for a simple calculation.  If the deadline for any given task is in, say 5 days time, and it's a task that should take me 4 hours to complete, I will schedule myself to begin that task in 4 days and 20 hours time, and until I reach that threshold I would act as if that task did not exist.  It's ironic, because I'm quite serious about punctuality when I make plans with people;  at some point in the past someone impressed on me the importance of being on time for things and now I get frustrated if I am late, and very  frustrated if other people are making me late for plans with other people because their view of timekeeping is (lets say politely) more flexible than mine, but my desire not to do work often overcame my need to be on time. Over the years, I've trained myself to see deadlines as more "the am...