Random snippets of disjointed conclusions

It took an evening moment of pulling random records out of a shelf arrangement (not that this act itself had anything to do with the resulting conclusion) to help me realize something plain simple, and unreasonably relevant. Bifurcation will be the death of us all.

I find myself this night in an amateur radio station. In the back of this station lies a tasty, midsized labyrinth of hard copied music. To pass the time we are doing a short radio segment. The arrayed dials and latent possibilities of radio are somehow unable to distract me my core, entirely unrelated, observation regarding bifurcation.

We all have only a highly limited span of time in which to do things. I, and I suspect you as well, have an odd tendency to take on all kinds of commitments. These commitments are typically the types of things that seem highly entertaining, have a strong pull, and usually are in fact somewhat redeeming. Now conventional wisdom would assert that over-committing life's plate is just never an ideal choice. Up to this point I have done a fantastic job of completely ignoring conventional wisdom, and sampling as many scrumptious activity morsels as I could possibly sustain. ((Snippets of radio, smidgens of jogging, scrumpets of schoolwork, some reading, far too much collegiate debate, and this blog among others, should it be highly interesting to you.) I know it's probably not, but I like parenthesis too much not to include fun facts.)

Anyways, taking on too many things robs you of the ability to excel in any one. It would seem to me that each person is endowed with some certain measure of natural ability, and that to exercise that ability to its peak, they must also commit solitary attention to it. The tendency to simply not do this though, is the bane of highly interesting achievements everywhere, and as such should be avoided.

That is all.