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Wednesday May 10, 2000
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talk, talk For the serious fan who hangs on my every word...I've been going back and correcting errors and omissions. Even added one picture. More to come. Maybe. I have a problem with the truth. I want to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I said Sixth Avenue when it was Seventh. Yikes, this is terrible! But I know the truth doesn't exist. The journal tortures me trying to tell the story I want to tell without mistakes. But truth is an elusive commodity. A subjective thing. I know this. It doesn't help to know it. When I try to write fiction, I have the same reaction. I know I can make it up but where should it be true? I did a dry run of a marketing presentation that I have to give today. It went OK, I thought, but what do I know? Should have put the thing together sooner and not figured I could take someone else's piece and just be the talking head. We were at the last minute dotting the 'i's and crossing the 't's. But I got the message I wanted in my head which is important. In contrast, the presentation I'm giving in the actual conference has been finished forever and I gave a couple of dry runs months ago so now...I don't even remember the presentation! Better run through it again! I ate lunch in the office after walking over to the grocery store for some stuff. I listened to other people practice presentations. Ho hum. I came home and FFP made his chicken breast sandwiches. Dull day? Maybe, but in an odd way, satisfying.
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"La vιritι est un flambeau qui luit dans le brouillard sans le dissiper." "Truth is a torch that gleams throught the fog without dispelling it." Claude-Adrien Helviticus, De l'esprit |
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