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May 10, 2005
there.
Transcripts (bar4) done. Entered. In. Whew.
But fuck I fucked myself royally (however the regal copulate) and assaninely unwisely, taking his on up into the fifth day, four whole and complete to chime in about two hours. How will I make it. Standing on the cramped toe to toe morning rush hour train without fainting like I came so so close to doing yesterday morning, with forty bucks less crack cocaine processed bodily and 24 hours less intense blogging performed. Conducting client meetings. Getting out three SOWs and a multi-project plan I don’t know how to do in short order, short term tensity? Considering that I just part of the workday yesterday I ate an entire pack of the “energy mints” that one of our clients manufactures—that’s equal to 21 cups of coffee—and I never felt it, only the hard and constant struggle to stay awake all day. Fickle fucky.
But hell, I did have fun—that productive kind—and am really stoked I got that useless crap in there. Really, I forget so often, lose sight of the high probability of the end product’s worthless or near worthlessness—the process provides it’s own faith—an earnest, generous, optimistic, positive undeterred and renewable anyway belief—it’s own shimmer and illusion, and does well to keep you tasked and cyclically developing, generating, organizing, concepting, and stockpiling, preparing, so that there is never any, or never much itme to stay on something til it’s completed, stick with it to polishing, let alone reviewing and evaluating, revising, and resting. You never have to face a sober(ing) look at what you really have and have done and how it feels and comes across after that heatof the moment has cooled into months.
But that’s the stage and I have the non-editor policy, embrace it all until it sorts self and all are super forever sure never will be useful for anything. Shit, how to make judgements of utility when don’t even know what for sure going to do or for hell damn sure not which direction to take it. So, we’ll soothe our pained soulages that pitiful way, and breath shallow in the meantimel
What I mean to say in this post was just that next I’m emailing or pasting the finds & creations from the Monday workday.
Posted by peligrito at May 10, 2005 5:49 AM
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