The folks from the city are doing all sorts of repair and reconstruction to our street — and the pipes underneath our street — these days. We live in an older neighborhood downtown and I guess everything’s showing its age.
So, not to complain (’cause I like running water and drivable streets as much as the next gal) but from where I sit you’d think that the trucks out there only drive in reverse.
(Now’s the time to conjure up your own little “beep… beep… beep… beep…” Y’with me?)
And what I’m thinking is, what if we had those incredibly shrill and incessant warning systems installed on our own selves? They could be brain triggered to go off every time we started slipping backwards in our lives, or retreating, or digging into old habits. Maybe we’d annoy ourselves into kickin’ it in and moving forward.
You think?
Good point! Liz, I love your blog! I finally got my act together and posted links on my blog so I could keep up with other Austin writers. You’re so thoughtful and insightful. Looking forward to the 10th!
xox April
Thanks, April. I’ve got your link, too, for the same and helpful reason. Introducing April Lurie, ladies and gentlemen… Austin author of Brothers, Boyfriends & Other Criminal Minds.
urban noise
I love the idea. And just like the trucks who no longer hear their own noise, perhaps when we heard someone else’s beeping, someone who perhaps had tuned out the sound, we could just give them a gentle nudge and let them know they were going down, or back as the case may be. Oh wait, I do that already.
Re: urban noise
MMm hmmm.
Hallelujah.
ohmygod that’s hysterical. and anonymous poster #2 has an amazingly insightful point. i think you and anonymous poster #2 could write a best selling self help book all on the beep beep back up technique.
kathie
Book in the making. The beep beep you’re going backward book….
I don’t know. That sound makes me so anxious that I think it could be detrimental to my health by itself….
Yeah, that’s the thing with nervous systems. They get all wonky on ya.