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March 24, 2000
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get it done on the weekend I look forward to the weekend. I'm going to get it done, all of it, and have fun doing it. On Friday, it feels real. Of course, you don't have to actually start on Friday night. No, you just go out, confident that the next two days will bring success: a neat house, all unwanted stuff sold on ebay or taken to thrift stores or tossed out. My pictures and books and various toys organized, etc. etc. Oh and every part of my WEB page reconsidered and optimized and made more attractive in the bargain. A couple of books read, all the past newspapers read and dispensed with, files sorted out. Later reality sets in. Went to the symphony. I enjoyed the program. Always a little sleepy on Friday. Afterwards, we were involved in the oddest little drama in the Memorial Stadium Parking lot. I feel I have to have a picture here every day. I'm nothing if not obsessive compulsive. But only about the weirdest things. It's OK if it's one that has appeared somewhere else on the site, but better if not. It is great if it is one that is appropriate to the day's activity, but this isn't (thankfully) a requirement. Today's picture is of a place I drive by every day but usually without getting a good look. Similarly, I feel I need a quote. I'd like it to be from my own reading but this never happens. Why does one make rules? Why post something every day anyway? Lunch was Edge City again. I'm in that place a lot. Work was usual. I have a short attention span. Always have. So I work on one thing for a few minutes and, when I lose my concentration, move to something else. Keep something going in every window on my PC. Today was like that. Still, I think I made some progress.
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"The mind is never satisfied with the objects immediately before it, but is always breaking away from the present moment, losing itself in schemes of future felicity.... The natural flights of the human mind are not from pleasure to pleasure but from hope to hope." Samuel Johnson, The Rambler |
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