May 29th, 2003

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What's all this then?

A flurry of rush work has kept me busy for most of the night. I didn't expect it since we were so very dead slow last night. In fact, if we weren't one and a half typesetters short tonight, it likely would be at least as slow as it was last night.

My Freewill Astrology horoscope for this week:
Writing in "Poetry Flash," critic Andy Brumer reminisces about the creative writing class he took with poet Stan Rice at San Francisco State University. "I remember sitting in class," he muses, "thinking this teacher is working harder at teaching than I am at learning." Please don't let a similar laziness overcome you, Aries. You're entering a phase when the educational possibilities are rich. To take advantage of them, you'll have to match the high intensity and fertile imagination of your teachers. (P.S. Your teachers may be in disguise, not necessarily calling themselves teachers.)
Seems apropos, given the book I'm reading. Now to keep an eye out for other lessons. Good advice whether one puts stock in astrology or not.
  • Current Music
    Finnegan's Wake--Wylde Nept--Live in 3D
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Positive spin

So, based on my work on my career, I'm keeping my cynicism in check. Therefore, after a quick perusal of the BBC News web site this is the positive thing I can think of:

The lies of the leaders of my country are so obvious to me that their defeat in the next election should be easily assured.
  • Current Music
    South Australia--Gaelic Storm--Herding Cats
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Ride home

Rode my bike into work last night after not doing so for a while. I didn't want to ride during peak, figuring that after working 10-12 hours I wouldn't want to bike home. Then there was a spate of Twins games and timing on those usually runs close enough that, with things to do at home before leaving, it's best I drive rather than be late to work.

A very nice morning for a ride, though. No rats.
  • Current Music
    I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow (Instrumental)--John Hartford--O Brother, Where Art Thou?