Thursday. November 8, 2001

postcard from ebay

"Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you away."

"For What It's Worth" Buffalo Springfield, 1966

Groggy and unwilling to get up, but I do. Spend the work day going over what I saw and learned and writing it up. Looking up further info on WEB pages, thinking, catching up on other e-mail stuff.

At lunch, I take a break for Edge City and a stroll through the Barnes and Noble and Restoration Hardware and Pottery Barn. I resist buying a bunch of things. What I really need to do is get rid of a bunch of stuff.

At home, SuRu and I were thinking of doing a late dog walk but I finked out.

Instead, I surf airline and travel sites about my NYC trip. Everybody is waving flags and stuff. Me...I'm planning a trip there. Car service, taxi, hotel, airplanes. Restaurant meals, shows. Spend my money and help the New Yorkers. So, yeah, I was planning it anyway. But still.

I doze off over the papers and some holiday catalogs. I haven't decided how I feel about Christmas yet. In a way, I think I'd like to get everyone I know a present. But I don't think what I'd like to give them is available. And that would be? The unwarranted feeling of prosperity and safety that they had before September 11, actually before the techs turned sour last year? No, that isn't it. People need to know that there are business cycles and scoundrels. That is, itself, a gift. No, I'd like to give everyone the tools to deal with uncertainity. The gift of being able to understand other points of view. The pleasure of thinking for oneself. I'd like to be sure everyone has those things.

Meta:
Catching up, eh?

JUJUST TYPING
Meeting.
Who talks.
Who controls.
Who gets a to do.
An
order
of pecking.
Unclear
to those who aren't in control.