the space between two dots

Tybot drove me to work this morning, and i started waxing philosophical about direction -- a mild version of the "why am i here? where am i going?" questions you ask during life's crossroads.

it spawned from listening to the New Pornographers' Twin Cinema album this morning while getting ready. this is a band that was introduced to me via what i would later recognize as a very ugly situation, but i would never have suspected it then. at the time, i thought the band was ok -- but ironically, now years later i love the band, even with the awareness of the context. the bigger picture, if you will.

as one example of a larger point i was trying to make, i said it struck me as ironic how big twists can sometimes start in places or things you would never suspect.

anyway -- i was deep in thought, thinking about starting points and middle points and what comes next and said, "i feel like i'm at a line between the dots and don't quite know where the next dot is -- or what the big picture will end up being."

to be expected, Tybot had the answer and responded perfectly:

"yeah, like connect the dots. a lot of times it's a giraffe."







so there you have it.