Hiromi Uehara

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9BRxm187PZs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ooVB9qDUqDY

Might write a bit later. For now, just sharing something amazing.

Light Bright

Last night was a long night. And this morning finds my head hurting just a little. But... from the bad comes the good.

I rolled over at a spry 730am and felt a bit like someone punched me in the face. Now, I've never actually been punched in the face. So for all I know, medically, my condition could be a lot closer to getting hit by something larger than a fist... like a brick or a cinderblock. Also, you should know that I spent at least a few minutes trying to include a large fish, maybe a salmon or a trout, into that short list of potential culprits. But it just didn't come together on the page. Alas, the biding and biting teeth of failure.

At any rate, sounds and thoughts are ricocheting around the space between my ears with similar force.

My heater was on too high last night so I was all out of sorts when I got up. My face was traumatic and the rest of my body was just powering on through some kind of... biological trench warfare. Such is the price of what some consider to be a successful evening.

I watched the first bit of an EPL match before I realized my efforts to regulate temperature in and around me were completely futile. I peeked out the door and saw that the sun was already up. The wind was whipping so hard through the treetops that there wasn't a single bird happy enough to sing about it.

Sometimes, the best way to gain control of a situation is to accept the fact that control just isn't possible. I put on some warm clothes and decided to let the sun do all the heavy lifting for me. I opened the door and wandered pitifully through the tall, wet grass out to the end of the back yard where the sun had already found the ground.

The grass was dry and the ground was soft. The crunchy leaves smelled like autumn and the troubled birds overhead were most certainly monitoring a curious human.

I checked the ground a bit like a dog searches for the four-square-foot space best suited for an imminent, steaming pile of Laziness. I tested the density of the available green pillows with a palm and decided on one without too many acorns around it.

Not a moment later was I six feet shorter scanning the green horizon with the winter sun in my face.

Sighs were readily available and a mere sixty seconds later, my Sagittarian whim was comfortably validated. I felt better.

As I lay there considering the nature of nothing, I cracked my eyes and was assaulted by the manifold, multifaceted scenes unfolding between my cranium and the light source so many miles away.

Anyone who ever rolled around in the grass as a kid or watched certain movies knows how much fun it is to get lost in a miniature world. My eyes were generally opposed to taking it all in because the direct sunlight had certain effects... as you can probably imagine.

So there I was laying sideways, toying imaginatively with scaled, choreographed aerial stunts of epic proportion that even a miniature Maverick couldn't have handled. My eyelashes were doing damage control against the sunlight. And the grass's canopy, all three inches off the ground, was bent, fractured and hidden at the same time by years-old splinters of light. Every eyelash fought with the strength of an entire standing army against the attack. And we were victorious.

But as I lay there, a certain beauty was realized: how nice it is to have two devices which, unlike their industrial counterparts, can consistently handle everything between them and the sun. Have you ever tried to take a picture in direct sunlight? How much of what you actually wanted to capture ends up being visible? Of course, there are exceptions... but not many. And I like to think my brain records things in video instead of stills, anyway. Modern hard drives still have a long way to go before they catch up to our CATA drives (Cerebral Advanced Technology Attachment).


"Some Might Say" by Oasis on (What's the Story) Morning Glory