Wednesday, 1.11.06: Bricklayers
I could have done a lot of things last night, but instead I sat at my computer and painted out the background of this woodblock print (well, a scan of it). It was done by someone -- 18th or 19th century -- trying to figure out what an flying machine might look like. It was a mindless task, helping me solidify some new Photoshop masking skills. (I see some stray dots that must go.)
Meanwhile, I decided that I could not do the job of an Assistant District Attorney. Learn the law, apply the law. Put on your dark suit and set up meticulous presentations to a bunch of itchy over-caffeinated grand jurors. They tell us that "Law & Order" is the TV show that best represents their work. But I don't see any of the drama. The cases we've heard so far have an element of obviousness to them. Most of the perpetrators are slightly dim and get caught red-handed.
The ADAs are bricklayers in the unfinished cathedral of civilization. They methodically go after each felony and set it up all neat. Like I've said before, they do not color outside of the lines. I guess practicing physicians are in the same category -- learn the science, apply the science. And judges. Doers. Anyone who implements procedures and technology developed elsewhere.
My mind is too restless. It runs to policy and planning, not production. Given a process, I immediately start thinking about reforming it. I'd be nagging the bricklayers about their efficiency or running into the architect's office with "improvements."
"Keepers of private notebooks are a different breed altogether, lonely and resistant rearrangers of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with some presentiment of loss." Joan Didion, "On Keeping A Notebook" in Slouching Towards Bethlehem
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