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Thursday April 19, 2001
"Improving one's style means improving one's ideas, and nothing else. He who does not at once concede this can never be convinced of the point." Friedrich Nietzsche , Human, All Too Human
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deflated Oh, I'm not really down. In fact, I feel pretty good. It's funny how potentially career-limiting moves can sometimes do that. So, I went to work. Some meetings and phone calls. Some actual work. Mom called with bizarre computer tales. I finally concluded that an e-mail had been returned. After work I stopped by to help her. FFP made asparagus and bacon sandwiches. They were very good. Used fresh asparagus. SuRu joined us for supper and then she and I took the dogs for a short walk. FFP discovered that when he typed 'Forrest Preece' into the Lycos multimedia site 137 random pictures showed up from our WEB site. Whoa. The WEB is a weird, weird place. There are so many ways to get places. I typed in my company name to this thing. I saw an image of what looked like a letter. Linked to a WEB page showing 'what customers are saying about us' from some defunct research company. (But of course their WEB stuff is still floating around.) And here is this letter with a couple of people's signatures. I don't have much to say today. Just didn't do that much that I can talk about. I'm really in a pretty good mood. Tomorrow is Friday, I'm ready for a weekend. OK, OK, it was only a four-day week and I frittered away one work day with blurry vision and a ridiculous meeting. I was even tempted to do one of those one year ago things that journals do. But the entry was so dull and I had poison ivy and I don't like to be reminded of it. Anyway I think I'll eschew one year ago entries until I have done it one year without missing any days. And that's many months away.
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