Gloating lower brain processes

I woke up this morning with the weird suspicion that the lower, subconscious parts of my brain had just been chuckling about how the self-aware part of my brain thinks it's in charge, when really they push it around all the time without it even noticing they exist. It was disturbing. How do I make all the important life decisions and why do emotions get to push me around so much anyway? Who's in charge here? It would be nice to get a manual for this body thing.

Flying out in 2 more days. 2 days 2 days 2 days. Get to see Kate for 4 days, the rest of the family for 10 days, San Francisco crew for 10 days. Super fantasterifical. Then come back and be a nomad. A dirty dirty nomad. Am considering going to Kiwiburn and helping them set up as the kick off event to the farm workin. It's either do that or Big Day Out. Depends on timing, where kiwiburn ends up being, and whether I want to go to a music festival or a hippy art camping thing. I read last year's kiwiburn only had a couple hundred people so it might be a nice intimate thing, like the more laid back campouts. Christopher has snide words to say about the organizers, but even if they're all fluffy head-in-the-cloud types, there's gotta be some cool people mixed in. I just want to meet some new people that are not linked to weta, plus it would be cool to be able to organize with some kiwi burners for next year's burningman. Wonder if I can afford to go to both the concert and the burn.

Rotorua was nice. Geothermal activity was insane, I'm always way more interested in freaky landscapes and ecosystems in nature than I am in boring boring museum exhibits. It's much more interactive and there's some crazy stuff on this cute little planet of ours. I could watch that hot sulphurous bubbling mud for hours.

Mom's giving me a Christmas day in NYC as my Christmas present, with lunch at Second Avenue Deli on the Lower East Side. I can't think of anything better right now. Jewish deli in my belly, hold the capers, brown wax papers.