Tuesday, June 01, 2004

Sleep and Alarm Clocks.

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about sleep, probably because I never get enough. And what little shuteye I manage to grab is always low-quality; I sleep like a war criminal with a conscience. Lots of tossing and turning, restless moaning, waking up in a cold sweat, the whole nine.

And the nightmares, oh my nightmares. Terror has a new name, and it’s Ivan’s Nightmares. Dante Alighieri would watch them and be like “Man this shit is scary.”

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Waking up is hard to do (and I know that makes me sound like Big Tom with a speech impediment). I once had a habit of eating right before going to bed, and it took me years to realize there’s a correlation between waking up groggy and having chowed late.

Did you know waking up is really bad for you? By alarm clock, anyway. Sleep is when the body repairs itself. Being suddenly jolted awake by a piercing alarm is a biologically traumatic event, and having it happen to you every day shaves years off your life.

So I’ve been seeking a more natural way to wake up. The latest thing I’d tried was drinking lots of water before I went to bed, so my bladder would be in charge of reveille, but those things are tricky to time. Last time I tried I had to pee after three hours, and then I had a problem getting back to sleep.

Another thing I tried was garlic. Actually that one happened by accident. A couple nights in a row I ate meals with heavy garlic and I noticed I woke up bright and early on the following mornings--because I had slight heartburn and hadn’t slept heavy. And anyways waking up on time isn’t worth it if your breath is gonna be fucked up all day.

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Couple years ago I read this article about alarm clocks. There’s a company called Bio-Brite that makes an alarm clock for deaf people. It wakes you up with a light that gradually ramps up and eventually becomes super-bright.

I think they call it a “dawn simulator” or something, it’s basically supposed to mimic the sun. But instead of being a gaseous ball of light that gives life to everything on our planet, it’s an incandescent bulb that helps you make it to the office on time. Imitating nature never works.

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I think the alarm clock of the future should be a glass of water and a machine that x-rays your stomach right before you go to bed. The machine figures out how much food is in your gullet and of what density, then calculates exactly how much water you’d have to drink to activate your bladder by whatever time you want to get up.

I’m sure my body would find a snooze button, though. I’d probably just wet the bed and continue sleeping.

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Other Alarm Clock Ideas

Clock-based:

- an alarm clock with a snooze button shaped like the Rubik’s Cube (you have to solve it to shut it off)
- an alarm clock on robot legs (you have to chase it around the apartment to turn it off)
- an alarm clock that releases pepper spray when you hit the snooze button (“Unnnnh...what time izzit...GAAAAAHHHHH!”)

Bed-based:

- a bed that slowly tilts to a full vertical position
- a freon-laced bed that gets really cold
- a bed that starts vibrating, like those old motel beds
- a waterbed filled with sleeping piranhas. But at 6am a silent alarm awakens them

Con-based:

- someone’s overgrown cellmate from Changi Prison comes to stay with you every night, and he climbs into your bed at 6am on the dot.

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Well, Graham Bell I ain’t.

Day 3 (9/1/2002)

Today’s soundtrack: Hey jude....

Today at 1:02pm: Cursin' at the parkin' fine I got.


Y’ever find yourself just walking down the sidewalk and scowling? Yeah that’s no good.


Financial reality stared me in the face today. I tried staring back but then it slapped me, pushed me to the ground and kicked me. Basically I have to find another job. Not “another job” as in a job to replace the one I have now, but a job on top of the fucking job I’ve got now. Once again I’m gonna be one of those assholes with more than one business card.


Did you know the WTC was only the second time in human history that a skyscraper has ever collapsed? The first time was in Brazil, which is a country that I guess is not known for its structural engineering anyway. I think most of the structural marvels there have to do with mammary glands.


Lim pointed out that Brazil does have that huge Jesus statue, and that seems to stand up okay. But I think if you looked inside, the whole thing is held up by schoolchildren holding ropes. I don’t really know though. That’s probably something I would bring up at a cocktail party, causing people to walk away from me.


Day 2 (8/31/2002)

Today’s soundtrack: Wake up Wake up! Woah Woah!

Today at 9:02pm: Stomache's renacting the iraqi war, popped in a few charcoals for special effect.


Today was one of those days whereit’s not enough for me to sit around and listen to Elvis or Def Leppard tracks. I hate this feeling: I don’t want to go out, but I don’t want to stay home.


Restlessness is marginally tolerable as a college student but outright nefarious in your early 20s. Still trying to get a handle on adulthood.


In my early 20s I never owned a couch and had no use for one; I was constantly busy with work or zealously conducting my social life. Now I’ve got a couch, and today after snooker I collapsed into it. Watched The Simpsons, thankful for the cheap laughs, and fell asleep before the end of the episode. Only a fucking Tuesday and I’m already out of gas.


How do MP3s get mislabeled? I’ve downloaded Queen tracks misleadingly labeled “Roy Orbison,” John Denver as “Elvis Costello,” etc. Do these errors occur at the time of ripping, or does some misguided revisionist rename and redistribute them?


Not that I’m complaining. My philosophy is, when you’re getting something for free, you shut your yap and either eat it or don’t. Which is why I think people who complain about FREEopendiary services or other people’s blogs are retarded. Eat it or don’t. And bring your plates to the sink.


The Brats(my three 11 yr old tuition kids) have some teacher's day celebration, so I won’t be going in the rest of this week. Most people would be excited to have 2/5ths of the week off, I’m not because it means I’ll get zilch.


To offset this I’ve got to make sure I have a productive 2 days. Working on finishing these journals, with all the torturous self-doubt and second-guessing that entails. I hope I can get something out, anything. You know what the writer’s curse is? When you’re busy, you wish you had more time to write; and when you’re free, you can’t write a damn thing.

Blogger Day 1 ( 8/30/02 )

Today’s soundtrack: I wish I could fly,fly to the moon....

Today at 3:02pm: Wiggling my way to the front of the pack on the Pan Island Expressway



Hi, my name is Ivan and I’m new to Blogger. I don’t know who to sit with in the cafeteria.


One: I’m 23 years old, but I look 16 and feel 35. I’m like a heavily processed food; it looks fresh but after you take a bite you’re like, “Damn! This thing’s gone bad.”


Two: I’m an unabashed Singaporean. This is the only country in the world where a dog can walk down the street and step in human shit. I enjoy going away, and I really enjoy returning.


Three: I have a black camry, lousy memory and bad skin. If I spend too long a period without alcohol, I find most of my personality goes away.


Four: People often think I’m half Eurasion, on account of my freakishly large nose that defies Asian DNA. There are teams of Singaporean scientists dedicated to around-the-clock study of my nose. They draw lots of diagrams and then rip them up in frustration. You’ve never seen so much yelling.


Five: I pay my dues by babysitting 3 brats who made me jump queue in my appointment with God. I’d tell you about my job, but the tale of it is so boring you could use it for anesthetic.


Six: Six is the loneliest number. Oh wait a sec, that’s one. My bad.


Seven: Did you ever have one of those dreams where you go to school without your pants on? --Well, I haven’t. You’re a total freak man.


Eight: I spent the christmas of '2000 by myself in a Kentucky Fried Chicken in Orchard. Bad planning, cheap chicken.


Nine: The other day I realized that, all things considered, I’m actually kind of a jerk. But of a slightly novel strain; I’m more of a refreshing jerk. I’d tell you more but hey, I hardly know you.


Ten: I have to go now.