Time Compression
My little friend. This is how I make it through the middle of
the day.
Ok I found an acceptable solution to the webring
problem, I skooched em all the way to the back and gave each one its own
filmstrip frame. Yes, I know that in MSIE you can't really see the
filmstrip borders. And there is an undesired but not ugly textured
kinda effect with the background image. The page looks ok in MSIE,
just not as ok as in Netscape.
The title is not about particle physics and the
time-space continuum, it's about taking out all the crap minutes of my
day and compressing the productive part in order to cram more productive
part into it. In other words, things are getting hectic, like they
weren't already. Hyper-organization is mandatory.
Non-profit activities have to be moved to the weekends.
I hate to put this in terms of money, but I now have paying clients with
urgent needs, so I need to devote maximum weekday time to their projects.
I established a slot in my day devoted exclusively
to phone business. At this point it's an hour wide, but I will need
to widen it soon. Lunch hour is for eating, and also for the writing
of the journal, while eating. There has to be daily time for
the journal or I will explode.
Speaking of exploding, I think the Pill is intensifying
my natural hormonal upswing during the middle of the day. Hence the
picture up top. Sometimes the distraction gets so great, machinery
is the only solution, if I am ever to get anything productive done, which
as I already mentioned is a big enough problem as it is.
Ow, the headache.
Gene Whatsisface, the NBC movie guy, you know who
I mean, couldn't really commit to whether "The Great Lebowski" is a good
movie or not. He did mention that the dialogue is so packed with
"f" words, especially on the part of John Goodman's character, that if
you removed all the "f" words the film would be half an hour shorter.
For me this is good news. I like "fuck." Most swear words have,
to me, very little pleasure value, partly because they depict unpleasant
bodily functions or invoke somebody else's god (since my god doesn't damn
anyone), but also partly because of whatever circumstances inspire me to
swear in the first place. They do offer me relief, just not much
pleasure. "Fuck" on the other hand brings a little pornographic flash
to the moment, a teensy thrill, that helps lighten the mood for me ever
so slightly. Plus, it's my mom's least favorite profane word.
Mom will not be going to see the movie based on it's high "f" word content
alone.
I still love that scene in "Four Weddings and a
Funeral" when whatsisname is late, the very opening scene.
That's great. Utterly peppered and laced and frilled in instances
of "f." Then the whipped cream - "fuckity-fuck."
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