Cricketical Thinking

I've officially been in Wichita for 38 days.

Wikipedia defines an organ as a collection of tissues joined in a structural unit to serve a common function. I always thought it was weird that we called the brain an organ. I mean, sure, it makes sense: it's a functioning part of your body with a purpose.

But I've always thought of the brain as so much more than that. I don't think my brain is part of me. I think my brain IS me. I'm not a 6'0, 175 pound male. I'm a 5 pound slab of neurons and transmitters that is piloting a 6'0, 175 pound male. It's like Krang from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

I think the brain is everything you think you are. It's your personality, your likes and dislikes, your favorite pizza topping.

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"So when did you move here?"

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A lot of crickets have been coming into my place. I had to buy some spray to kill them.

As a kid, I imagined that the chirping from crickets came from them playing violins at night. Only males chirp, so they're playing their violins to attract females. I imagined they would think of their favorite song, and play it, eyes darting for the slight hope of the attention from a female cricket. The crickets in my apartment are alone, and the female crickets can't really hear them. I felt like night after night, they would finish their song, put their head down in disappointment, and go to sleep.

I felt like buying the spray was putting them out of their misery.

Keeping Cool

So I decided to get a blog. This is my first post:

Living alone, I always notice the air conditioner. I hear when it turns on. My couch is just right so I can feel the cool air hit me. I notice a lag between when I hear it turn on, and the air against my skin. I've measured it at around 4 seconds. With roughly 4 meters distance between the couch and vent, the air is moving about a meter per second.

It's interesting to think that the cool air is introducing itself to the warm air. Greeting each other, realizing how different they are. Maybe they hate each other. They know they are competing to occupy my living room. But I like to think that they eventually realize that they are both just air.

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"You're going to Wichita? Do you know anybody there?"

"No, not really."

"What are you going to do there? Wont you be bored?"

"I don't know. I guess so."

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Before I moved to Wichita, I lived in Lawrence with my friends. It had an air conditioner. It was comfortable living there. I never worried about being hot, sweaty, and uncomfortable. However, I knew that my new place in Wichita did not have an air conditioner. I dreaded the day I would leave Lawrence, and move to Wichita. I knew that Wichita wouldn't be as good as Lawrence. I was afriad I'd be so hot there, it'd be unbearable.

But I promised myself that no matter how hot Wichita is, I would not go to Lawrence every weekend to cool off. I need to learn to be hot, and learn to cool down without the help of the air conditioner in Lawrence.

Here I am, four weeks into Wichita.

It gets hot here, sometimes.

But I'm still here.