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The first is stuckness, a mental stuckness that accompanies the physical stuckness of whatever it is you're working on. The same thing Chris was suffering from. A screw sticks, for example, on a side cover assembly. You check the manual to see if there might be any special cause for this screw to come off so hard, but all it says is "Remove side cover plate" in that wonderful terse technical style that never tells you what you want to know. There's no earlier procedure left undone that might cause the cover screws to stick.

If you're experienced you'd probably apply a penetrating liquid and an impact driver at this point. But suppose you're inexperienced and you attach a self-locking plier wrench to the shank of your screwdriver and really twist it hard, a procedure you've had success with in the past, but which this time succeeds only in tearing the slot of the screw.

Your mind was already thinking ahead to what you would do when the cover plate was off, and so it takes a little time to realize that this irritating minor annoyance of a torn screw slot isn't just irritating and minor. You're stuck. Stopped. Terminated. It's absolutely stopped you from fixing the motorcycle.

This isn't a rare scene in science or technology. This is the commonest scene of all. Just plain *stuck*. In traditional maintenance this is the worst of all moments, so bad that you have avoided even thinking about it before you come to it.

The book's no good to you now. Neither is scientific reason. You don't need any scientific experiments to find out what's wrong. It's obvious what's wrong. What you need is an hypothesis for how you're going to get that slotless screw out of there and scientific method doesn't provide any of these hypotheses. It operates only after they're around.

This is the zero moment of consciousness. Stuck. No answer. Honked. Kaput. It's a miserable experience emotionally. You're losing time. You're incompetent. You don't know what you're doing. You should be ashamed of yourself. You should take the machine to a *real* mechanic who knows how to figure these things out.

It's normal at this point for the fear-anger syndrome to take over and make you want to hammer on that side plate with a chisel, to pound it off with a sledge if necessary. You think about it, and the more you think about it the more you're inclined to take the whole machine to a high bridge and drop it off. It's just outrageous that a tiny little slot of a screw can defeat you so totally.

What you're up against is the great unknown, the void of all Western thought. You need some ideas, some hypotheses. Traditional scientific method, unfortunately, has never quite gotten around to say exactly where to pick up more of these hypotheses. Traditional scientific method has always been at the very best, 20–20 hindsight. It's good for seeing where you've been. It's good for testing the truth of what you think you know, but it can't tell you where you ought to go, unless where you ought to go is a continuation of where you were going in the past. Creativity, originality, inventiveness, intuition, imagination--"Unstuckness," in other words--are completely outside its domain.

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Decent month for music. Not a lot but a number of 4 stars.

4 star:
* Big Strong Man (Yakety Sax) (Blaggards)
Played this at a pickup band at the Canadian American Club in Watertown.
* Incredible (feat. General Levy) (M-Beat)
Always remember this from the Ali G movie
* Whistling Past the Graveyard (Screamin' Jay Hawkins)
* Lasagna ("Weird Al" Yankovic)
One favorite from my youth. And the accordion work is amazing.

3 star:
* Three-Thirty (AJR)
* Victoria's Secret (Jax)
* Man on Fire (Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros)
* Home (Vitamin String Quartet)
* 99 Words for Boobs - Robert Lund (Robert Lund)
I will miss Dr Demento

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Made a little score tracker for the game Without Fail.

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Played some would you rather - not quite that list but similar...

It's hard to convey just how big the new budget makes the country's immigration enforcement infrastructure.
The Bureau of Prisons? Bigger than that. The FBI? Bigger. The Marine Corps? Bigger even than that, by some estimates.

On the cultural evolution of morality and community and why so many people think Trump is good

let's see if your balls feel less clammy... ... they do! they feel fresh

Been spending a week on a lake with Lynette's extended family, working half-days.

Between work shifts and a low level travel anxiety I kind of get... I do think the trick is threading this needle of worry. Be too blasé and nothing gets done, and you could end in a worse situation. Be too anxious and you might end up being unproductive in avoidance strategies and the like, besides being miserable all along.

(Not that we have full control over how anxious we feel, but we do have some... where we direct our attentions to, how we reassure ourselves that resiliency will see us through.)

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