While I try to keep this blog subject-neutral, it's inevitable that some pancake posts are going to slip in. While I edit my 40 minutes of footage that I shot on Friday, and try and turn that into a 6-8 instructional video, I'd like to reflect on something I realised.
My brother and pancakes are similar
When cooking pancakes, you pour the mixture out onto the pan, and wait 2-3 minutes before they turn golden-brown (in one of my takes cooking a pancake, I'm 90% sure I accidentally said "Gordon Brown". So, yes, cook pancakes until they look like Gordon Brown). The similarity isn't here, however. It's when you go to turn it.
What I do, is when it's 80% done, I start peeling the edges up, in anticipation of what is to happen (i.e turning it), to make sure it doesn't break. Kind of saying "Yes, I'm sorry it has to be this way, but yes, you do have to be turned. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry". This is where I find the similarity.
When waking my brother up, the trick is to go into his room, turn on the light and shout "get up!" in a loud voice about 15 minutes before he actually should be up.
You can kind of see how they are the same, don't you? :P
I can't remember if I ever posted about me, and sleep. I believed that if I was waking up at 7 on weekdays, I wouldn't sleep as long on the actual weekend. I also knew of something else my body seemed to do. If I went to bed at 11, woke up at 6 for whatever reason and go back to sleep, I would actually stay asleep longer, until maybe 9 or 10, which'd be longer than I would have. I had always known this without really knowing why it was, so I decided to check it out.
I went to bed at 11:45 on Friday night, setting an alarm for 7am the following morning. If something went despicably wrong, say if I didn't go back to sleep, it wouldn't matter too much, as it was Saturday.
I don't remember the alarm going off. It was a complete waste of time because I didn't believe I needed to get up, so there was no sense of victory on my part. I woke up at 9:30 so I think it did actually work.
More research needed
I think I've gone south of the border. I've crossed the great divide. I've past the point of no return.
I'm sleeping for pleasure.
I'm now waking up at 8am, checking the time, doing a good impression of John's "Naaaaaahhhh mate and just rolling over and going back to sleep.
Sleep is no longer defined in my head as "something you do when tired", but as "something you do and enjoy immensely". It's just that cocoon feeling that nothing matters. There's poverty and discrimination in the world today, and there's a chance Obama won't win, but here and now, it's warm and cozy under the duvet, and you have a whole 3 hours before you have to consider getting up. It's wonderful.
Before today, my favourite feeling in the world would have been either A) the one you have on a friday at 4 PM or B) Thinking you haven't your homework done, and the relief at finding you do actually have it done
Now I know I was mistaken. The warm and fuzzy feeling of sleep trumps them all
