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Some grooves don't share well.
Aug. 19th, 2002 03:02 amSometimes it's the little things that one becomes most proud of... but they're so little (or so specialized) that they don't have much meaning for anybody else.
I ran into one of those today. I've blathered on earlier about my love of infrastructure and integration -- a part of my personality that can be summed up with a really bad 80's TV cliche: "I love it when a plan comes together." It can be as complex as architecting a multinational network or as simple as finding the right lightswitch for a home-fixit job. Either way, I groove on it. When I groove on something, I want to share it. The desire to go "oo, hey, World... check this out! It all works just right!" and show it around is strong. Of course, if it's just a lightswitch, the usual response is "oh... yeah. That's nice". I get a little flustered, as to me it's this terribly cool thing, but at the same time I understand it. ( In this particular case, it was indeed a lightswitch. )
While watching Adult Swim this evening with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
revar, I brought my little internal debate up to him. I was frustrated at not being able to relay the 'cool factor' properly, or maybe it was just that I found this really mundane thing way too interesting. I thoughtlessly phrased it like I was the only one who'd ever had this problem. He just pointed at the laptop, its busy screen filled with lines of code. He'd been hacking all day on some form of code fix -- probably a little tiny piece of background programming that noboby'd probably ever notice, but he found to be cool and satisfying. He's been doing this kind of thing for all the years I've known him. I was suddenly reminded of all the times he tried to describe what he'd fixed or discovered and I could only nod back, glassy-eyed, feigning understanding of his own personal groove.
The grin he wore was one of sadonic amusement. "Welcome to my world."
D'oh. :)
I ran into one of those today. I've blathered on earlier about my love of infrastructure and integration -- a part of my personality that can be summed up with a really bad 80's TV cliche: "I love it when a plan comes together." It can be as complex as architecting a multinational network or as simple as finding the right lightswitch for a home-fixit job. Either way, I groove on it. When I groove on something, I want to share it. The desire to go "oo, hey, World... check this out! It all works just right!" and show it around is strong. Of course, if it's just a lightswitch, the usual response is "oh... yeah. That's nice". I get a little flustered, as to me it's this terribly cool thing, but at the same time I understand it. ( In this particular case, it was indeed a lightswitch. )
While watching Adult Swim this evening with
revar, I brought my little internal debate up to him. I was frustrated at not being able to relay the 'cool factor' properly, or maybe it was just that I found this really mundane thing way too interesting. I thoughtlessly phrased it like I was the only one who'd ever had this problem. He just pointed at the laptop, its busy screen filled with lines of code. He'd been hacking all day on some form of code fix -- probably a little tiny piece of background programming that noboby'd probably ever notice, but he found to be cool and satisfying. He's been doing this kind of thing for all the years I've known him. I was suddenly reminded of all the times he tried to describe what he'd fixed or discovered and I could only nod back, glassy-eyed, feigning understanding of his own personal groove.The grin he wore was one of sadonic amusement. "Welcome to my world."
D'oh. :)
