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Tuesday

September 5, 2000

"Mille choses avancent; neuf cent quatre-vingt-dix-neuf reculent: c'est le progrès."

Henri Frédéric Amiel, Fragments d'un journal intime

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

vortex

I'm in a vortex of stuff at work that needs to be done yesterday or last year. I seem to only answer the phone, attend meetings or send or answer e-mail.

We have a delightful meal with our good friends Jonathan and Marie. They have been away from Austin too long and it's good to have them back. Drinks and dinner at Four Seasons have never seemed more peaceeful or fun. Briefly, I forget my work vortex. My chilled consommé soothes me and makes me forget the 110 degree days. My tuna makes me feel estatic. The bats stream out early for a long evening of searching for mosquitoes who are surely having trouble finding standing water. Mandatory mosquito rationing. Ben Stein was there. With or without his money. Seemed interested in Rebecca and her piano playing (no singing as the microphone stand was broken). He was not interested in her boyfriend and her four other friends.

FFP gives me a magic massage. I give the wrist a heat treatment. The cure isn't complete but it's getting there. Wine didn't hurt either.

 

 

 

 


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