I am breaking my no internet ban in order to share with you all this piece of writing I did today. Now I am going back to my essay. I have a secret place. It’s not the place that is a secret, I know lots of people know about it. There’s windows overlooking it on [...]
call her green, for the children who’ve made her
Archive for January, 2005
Also, this is probably going to be my last blog entry for about a week. I am adopting a strict “no internet” policy until my essay is done. Wish me luck, and I’ll talk to you all again when I finally come up for air.
“What you’ve done is a terrible thing. Aside from injuring individuals and their computers you shook the foundation of the system.” Not saying that I approve of people putting out all these computer viruses, but perhaps shaking the system isn’t such a terrible thing. I mean, how will we know what needs fixing unless we [...]
Success!!! At Begone Dull Care this afternoon I managed to obtain from Mr. Tuck the lyrics to his new song about the Johnny Experience, to be entered into the annals of the Gesangbuch. I reprint them also here for your continued amusement. The tune is that of a “Baptist hymn,” apparently of the same name. [...]
To Do List: *Get some sleep I definitely succeeded at that one. *Get up early Crossed off not for having been done but for no longer being possible. Grar. *Go to computer lab for change of work environment and (hopefully) increased productivity Not as much time as I’d intended, but still, it was time well [...]
I’m not being productive, so I should sleep, so that I can be productive in the morning, but I’m not tired. I just can’t focus either. Grar.
Sleep — I and they keep guard all night, Not doubt, not disease shall dare to lay finger upon you, I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to myself, And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you is so. –Walt Whitman, from Song of Myself
What I need, desperately, is a shoulder to cry on. Not because I’m sad about any particular thing, or even really depressed. I’m just tired, so tired, of working so hard, and I’m frustrated at working so hard and still not feeling like I’m getting anything done, and I want to sob it all out [...]
The bias of the so-called “liberal media.” Y’know, I’ve been rereading All the President’s Men, Woodward and Bernstein’s account of how they uncovered Watergate, and I’m just struck by how much nothing ever really changes. Don’t we ever learn from our mistakes?
I made cookies! And we didn’t have any chocolate chips so instead I smashed up a chocolate bar with a hammer. I recommend wrapping the chocolate in cling film or something before you smash it so that the bits don’t go everywhere.