Saturday AM

It's funny how things slip into our consciousness... a meme is "any unit of cultural information, such as a practice or idea, that gets transmitted verbally or by repeated action from one mind to another".

Examples of memes might be music that gets stuck in your head. Or having "that's what she said" pop out of your mouth every 25 seconds because your friends have it pop out of THEIR mouths every 19 seconds (that's what she said).

It can also be referring to oneself in the third person. Ed O. became aware of this at about 8:18 AM this morning.

I was up sorta kinda late last night. Reading,volunteering at the homeless shelter and reducing my carbon footprint--basic Friday night stuff. I also am not a morning person, and each and every day I wake up for work I want to sleep again. On the weekends, when I actually have the opportunity to sleep in, I'm usually, inexplicably, up by 9.

This morning was slightly different. Oh, I was up by 9... but there's an explanation.

My apartment building has like 300 units. They're almost all studios, but I roll VIP-style with a one bedroom in a corner spot. While (interestingly) I knew my neighbor two doors down to the west (and speak to her significantly less than I did before she moved so close), I have never met and rarely seen any of the other people that live in my building... let alone my floor. I have no idea who any of my neighbors are.

Evidently one likes to play the piano. And evidently one likes to play the piano at 8:18 in the AM on a Saturday morning. At 8:18 in the AM on a Saturday morning much like this one, in fact.

(For the record: that's the same "one". There aren't two neighbors that like to play that piano. At least not that I can detect. Maybe they play from the same apartment. Or maybe one (or more) uses headphones to play silently. Anyway...)

So I was hearing the piano. It pulled me out of my febrile slumber and I found myself in a supine position, thinking, "... is wondering if his neighbor really (REALLY) has to play the piano at 8:18 in the AM on a Saturday morning... really."

A couple interesting notes about that last paragraph:

• I threw in a couple of nice vocab words for you. It pays to enrich your word power, and I know a lot of you need to work on the verbal section of the SAT or some other standardized test. So there you go.
• I ACTUALLY thought in that sentence structure: third person, starting without my name, having parenthetical with all caps, using the magic rule of three.

Why the rule of three? Something might be awesome if you do it once... might be better if you do it twice... might be great if you do it three times. But after that (except in ironic or otherwise exceptional circumstances) it's less effective. That's what she said.

Why third person without my name? Simple: Twitter. Since I've always got my new phone (with unlimited txts) on my person, and since I have some need to run on about randon stuff in my life ("What? You? Huh?"... I know... big shocker) I have taken to the site. I'm not updating it every 10 or 15 minutes, as I did on that Thursday so long ago (actually, 9 days ago) but I do it more than anyone with a better sense of his or her own importance would otherwise do it.

I'm up. I think a trip to Target for kitty food and kitty litter is in order. I love my life.