That’s a funny question for a 40 year old man to ask himself, but that is what I seem to be asking myself as I look forward to graduating with my associate’s degree this Spring.
I am looking into something that would require a really big life change. I am talking it over with my wife, but right now she seems to be ambivalent about it. We’ll see.
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A friend of mine has this weird talent, I would break my bones trying to do this.
I had a strange dream last night. In the dream there was this guy who decided to help me out by giving me his student ID so I can have access to a prestigious university library. The funny thing was it was in a bad area of a big city, there had been a bunch of stabbings in the library and it was dimly lit. That didn’t deter me because I needed information. I have no idea what information I needed, but I needed to do research. The dream ended with my iBook and a bunch of reference books in front of me all over a big table and feeling secure.
I think I just ate too many soy nuts before going to bed.
Wow, snow is gently falling outside and it is really pretty. I moved to the living room so I can watch it as I type this. It gives me a good feeling to sit here next to the window in my warm house with my cozy PowerBook watching the flakes fall.
In other news, my internal clock is really flipped. I was sick a couple of weeks ago and right after I got sick, I quit my job. I was about to quit anyways, so I decided to quit then because was easier than calling in sick every day and then quitting.
So I stayed in bed for a week. I would get up to try to eat around noon and then go to the office at Belly Acres for a few hours because I was bored from laying around sick all day and night. I think I had a severe cold because I was hurting and sneezy and ran a fever.
So I have been struggling to get my internal back on track, but I am also challenged by my Romanian studies. I try to get up in the morning to study, but usually I end up studying at night and keep going until 3 or 4 in the morning. Then I wake up at 10 or 11 and study a bit more and then eat and go to the office in the afternoons.
Saturday I was struggling to find a place to study, so I decided to go to my favorite local coffee shop and study there. I get there and find a table and after I got settled in, I quickly downed my first cup of coffee. It was nice to enjoy something warm on a cold day (it was 8ยบ outside) so I ordered a refill. I was able to get a lot of work done, I ordered another refill. Then I ordered an apple soda and kept working for a while and I decided to leave around 9.
I got home and I realized I was really wired. While I was working at Neiman Marcus, I would have two cups of coffee in the morning and two in the evening and have no trouble sleeping at night because I had built up a high tolerance for caffeine. When I got sick, I didn’t drink any coffee for over a week and I realize now that besides a diet Pepsi and a cup of coco each day, I haven’t been drinking too many caffeinated beverages. It is amazing how my tolerance fell so quickly.
I was up most of the night and I ended up sleeping all day. Now I am sitting here at 4 am and I haven’t been to bed yet. At least the snow is pretty.
I stick a finger in my belly button, and pull out a bit of lint everyday. It doesn’t matter what color shirt I am wearing, the lint is always the same dark gray color. I was thinking about saving it and someday making a hat out of it. It would be a great achievement of frugality, and kind of gross.
Maybe I could start a belly button lint recycling initiative. I am sure many people have belly button lint that they need to get rid of and we are unnecessarily putting tons of the stuff in the landfill every year. I wonder what other stuff we throw away that should be recycled?
This painting is very famous not because of the subject matter, but because of the technical process used to create it.
The thing about this painting is that most people are interested in the technical details and not the subject. So when I went into the room to look at it, there were 15 people all crammed up next to the canvas blocking the view.
When I first look at a work of art, I usually ask, “what is the artist trying to tell me.” So it seems to me that if Georges Seurat wanted me to pay attention to the subject, then he failed. If he wanted to tell me that lots of little different colored dots can make up better color, then he succeded.
I noticed that some spam emails try to get past filters with gibberish sentences. It is almost poetic in a Vogon sort of way…
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scrap, format, fabrication
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try capitulate some purine be pliancy.
it companion be clove the radioactive, not washboard not causate not shoot not pomp but abort try snobbish.
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O.K. That’s enough.
