Wednesday, January 9, 2002

it's fun to catch a glimpse of the Chyrsler Building

"The terrible fluidity of self-revelation."

Henry James, The Ambassadors

It's a nice day out. But I'm dragging into work, looking at all that needs to be done and feeling hopelessly behind and ineffective.

I go to Taco Bell for lunch. Somehow I think putting Fire Sauce on those prosaic icons of fast food (the traditional crispy taco) will stoke my appetite. I do manage to eat all three and drink a little soda.

After work I go home. I haven't the energy to do anything. FFP fixes something and I eat what's in front of me. I'm still not appreciating food. The good news is that I've lost a couple of pounds. I guess it's good news.

My life seems to have come through a tunnel of late. Where plans have been executed, courses taken, but the conclusion not exactly worked out. I alternatively feel frightened and exhilerated by this feeling.

JUST TYPING
Work.
Of the mind.
What is 'good' work?
A meeting?
A document?
A breakthrough idea?