In the recent past I was walking along, thinking about the concept of flexibility, and how people are always saying that we need to be flexible and go with the flow, and things like that. That’s all well and good, but I want to be pliable as well. What’s the difference?
Ok, so it’s really spelled anti-social, but it made you look. I don’t know why exactly, but I have been feeling anti-social lately. Not in a ‘I need a little alone time can we talk later’ kind of way, but more of a ‘leave me alone because I really just want to hurt you while you talk to me’ kind of way. Not that I would, just that right now talking to someone at work is like rubbing a dull knife on an exposed nerve - it’s driving me crazy.
After a 40 day layoff, I finally made it back into the dojo last week. I didn’t mean to take that much time off - but I didn’t have much of a choice.
I was writing an email to my girlfriend earlier this evening, in which I expressed doubt about wanting to be a writer, or what I should do. I’ve noticed a tendency in myself over the last few years, to discard most of the things in my life if I didn’t think I could eventually do it for a living. I’ve actually become frustrated with this approach, even though it has helped me reduce the number of things in my life to a manageable amount. Of course, it does suffer from the singular drawback that a lot of things aren’t much fun any more, and I’m working on a solution to that.
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Ok, the formal thing was fun for a bit, the whole in which thing, but I don’t want to do it all the time. It occurs to me that I’ve been violating a fundamental web usability guideline by not titling my posts more aptly to describe their contents, and that if I did my readership might increase. But so what? I’m writing this for me, not for a Pulitzer.
In which an element essential to success of projects is discussed, the need for one,
the benefit of the other, and the difference between them.
In which writing and sound reasons for wanting a laptop computer are discussed.
In which decisions are reached, and a path is chosen.
In which hidden things are found, the circle of life continues, and tragedy occurs.
Chapter 1
In which time is pleasantly passed; matters of import are decided;
a new project is started, and emptiness is felt more keenly