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Thursday,
February 28, 2002
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there's a story behind this, I'll relate one day
"Power is a tricky thing: first
you use it, then you abuse it, and finally you lose it."
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time off I stay at home and work in the morning where I have access to the Adobe code that turns PowerPoint into PDFs. I'm sure the company could do this for me but I couldn't figure out who. I feel it gives me more control over the process than letting the conference officials do it. I wish that I could do a presentation or paper and then stop editing it. But I can't. Edit, edit, edit and still the typos and confusion. Lack of upfront planning perhaps. Just an urge to edit, perhaps. Same thing happens to these journal pieces.
At lunch SuRu and I go to Whole Foods and wander through REI. Yes, I had a salad for lunch. Not nachos notably. A big Whole Foods salad bar salad. But. Nonetheless. Neither of us buy anything in REI. I was prepared to buy some Ultimax Tennis socks but couldn't find what I wanted.
I have a conversation with a partner/competitor in the afternoon. (I refuse to use the word co-opition or whatever.) It is less than completely satisfying. My other work crisis (someone in an important position who has decided to silence me) doesn't go anywhere. No one is talking to me about it, particularly, save one e-mail from the guy I ostensibly report to. The longer it festers, the more explosive it becomes. Fine. I'll take a PTO tomorrow as planned.
We were supposed to go to an ballet lecture. I would have enjoyed it. But my aunt and uncle are visiting. So FFP goes to the lecture and I go to my mom's house. They are all ready to go somewhere. Turns out I mentioned Eddie V's and they want to go there. Hmm...a table for five. I quickly call and beg. They find something and I tell them we will be there in ten minutes. The meal is fine,
in my book. I eat a dozen raw oysters and a tuna appetizer that seems
big enough to be a meal. My mom and dad have shrimp. My aunt and uncle
steaks. Dad gets a side baked potato as big as his head. He shares but
we don't make a dent. Mom gets a crowder but it's spicy and Dad has to
finish it. Dad, my uncle and I drink a bottle of Cambria Julia's Vineyard
1998. My aunt has a seven and seven. "You guys didn't get ahead of me, did you?" I ask. "Only one," she says slyly.
At home, I throw together some toiletries and clean underwear and dress up clothes for the trip. One can always buy anything one missed? Right.
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