Monday, August 17th, 2020

As I zone back in from an unexpected nap at work, I see an enormous pair of eyeglasses on the empty floor in front of me. I wonder if I’ve fallen into some sort of Claes Oldenburg wonderland. Looking around, I see a giant computer keyboard lying in front of it, with English and Hebrew letters on each key. An equally large pair of hands rests on it. I wiggle some of my own fingers. The massive hands respond. They are mine. I shift the hands forward, pick up the glasses, and put them on. Context and proportion return to normal. My glasses had been on my desk. I rarely see that much clear space on it. I hadn’t recognized where I was. Despite the nap, or perhaps because of it, this has been a more productive day than most. I've been working on a single project with few interruptions. Late in the day, my boss puts an ice cream cone on my desk in front of me. It might be to celebrate something. It might be someone’s birthday. I haven’t overheard anything. As I unwrap the cone, I notice that it’s 6:18 PM. I think of the Golden Ratio. It’s a coincidence. The time doesn’t represent a proportion of anything to anything else. The “18” is for sixtieths of an hour, rather than any sort of decimal value. Some numbers stand out for me like that: 618, 613, 316, 433 and others seem to shine brighter than values that are near them. They aren’t all that useful, but noticing that I’m noticing them is fun.