319. Placing Blinders on the Splattered Mental Amoeboid Blob: I Have Breached a Threshold of Mental Expansion and Need to Contract

Today has been mentally very difficult. Perhaps also because I am sleep deprived.... I have lost touched with reality, and the only way that will give me the possibility to ground myself is through writing.

I feel tremendously decentralized and I ultimately need to contract my mind and my ambitions.
I have been experiencing too much novelty. As my father would say, I am taking the mind of a geographer: trying to know a lot about nothing. But right now, I need to build more meaningful relationships given what I know. And I feel at this moment I know enough to function and find meaning in my life and function this quarter.

Just as organisms selectively input materials into their bodies, I must selectively input and process information within my own mind.

This is my strategy for the quarter: associated yourself with three/four primary spheres:
(1) The Bren School and All Environmental Media Affiliates (environmental media initiative meetings and such, occasions within the Bren School). Potentially on the social sciences side with environmental sociology.

(2) The EEMB / Earth Sciences Group (my mental roots, of all God and Glory, I love my roots. It's called intellectual homing behavior. I told two vertebrate paleo grad students that sometimes the Bren atmosphere can drive me nuts in terms of wheel-spinning reasoning on environmental problem-solving, so I need to seek refuge in the bio and earth sciences). There are field trips with Friends of the Pleistocene as well as GEO 2. These will be exceptionally meaningful. In addition, my friend Becca is in charge of BEERS, and that will give me an opportunity to meet with the EEMB folks.

(3) Exploration and venturing into the realm of evolutionary psychology. I will be meeting a grad student by the name of Julian, hopefully this Thursday.

(4) On the periphery, I have a writing prompt class through the College of Creative Studies. I have the Santa Barbara Writers Conference / Toastmasters Cult.

The amoeboid blob brain cannot be stretched any bit further. If it does, it will burst. The coelom will burst and all the guts will spill out, with no brain to manage it either.

I am sick and tired of sampling novelty. I have got to stick and build with what I have got. Okay. I think I have my blinders on. Good.