Man, school is so much easier to take when you’re only doing it one day at a time.
Anyway, today was a seminar on starting your own business. The level of detail and the pace of delivery were such that I only fell into the grip of boredom (and it was fuelled by lunch of course) the once in the midafternoon. The rest of the time I played class clown in that highly irritating and ludicrous manner which irks Jeff on the occasions I uncork it around him. My idea of a good time is heckling Brian Eno and Cory Doctorow, although I’ve never gotten to do both in one day. Anyway it was a great seminar and my brain is boiling like Nyiragongo’s lava pit.
Today is the day I should have mowed the lawn.
My mobility has rather surprisingly gone back to being really bad. My knees hurt. Walking around downtown hurt.
Two of the people attending the seminar were people I knew. One of them I hadn’t seen in 10 years; she had not gained a pound despite having childer and had not visibly aged. Seriously. I was charmed for her but had to resort to the time honored escape of itemizing to myself the one aspect of my appearance which was marginally better than hers by the standards of this cruel nasty culture. I like to think I’m superior to other people, but all I am is more skilled.
My to do list just expanded by an unknown number of items. As soon as I hit the little teal Publish button, I’m off to add the items/projects on the list. And then, into the arms of George Illes, the rattiest of ratbastards, the meanest kind man or the kindest mean man who ever lived, and who is not alive, and who is not a man.