|KHftCEA 2000-12.1 December|
KHftCEA 2000-12.1 December
"I got an idea for a play-- tell 120 people to come to a meeting, then call 60 of 'em and tell 'em not to come 'cause the rest are fired..."
"Wow. The depth of your sarcasm amazes me."
"Don't these fools realize they're violating every principle of feng-shui?"
--two construction foreman poring over a plan on a girder, New Yorker cartoon
"Joe, you never heard such cheering."
"Yes, I have."
--Marilyn Monroe and Joe DiMaggio
Time to write here, while watching Run Lola Run with Dan and Mo. If I done 't write more this will be the month of infamy that uses a single 4k memo... but I still need to type in those WLT quotes. Work's either more engrossing or more demanding... or both. Probably both.
Anyway. Here's what's going on, notes to my future self: (I guess this kind of entry would make more sense as a year end wrap-up.)
The biggest news story is the presidential race, the virtual tie in Florida. It's been looking like Bush (who seems to be headed to be a pure figurehead for bitter ex-Bush staff, with Chaney holding the real power) is going to take it.
There's talk of recession in the air.
My company had layoffs. Mo just got a promotion. The job market still seems ok, though I wonder how all these layoffs with the dotcoms can not take their toll. At work I'm doing "consulting". It's an interesting project and not much of a drive and one of my favorite coworkers is there so I don't mind so much. I've persuaded them to let me change it from an ASP like datascreen editing project to something with an OO aproach using Servlets for the control.
Things with Mo are good. Sometimes I nag that we don't make love often enough. But it's a pretty minor thing. We're merging finances more and more. That's a big step towards feeling like a unit.
So, all that's left is life itself. I still feel all too mortal. But sometimes I can convince myself that 70 years is a good run. That coming up to having it half behind me is not a tragedy. At night I can still get worried. I don't know why I'm more likely to feel mortal then, why life takes on an existential absurdity. I guess I worry how days and weeks can slip by. Either life is short, or I have trouble seeing something big when all I see are not *that* numerous small parts. Or both.
For my new year's resolutio, I want to keep in touch with friends more. At least one get-together a week.
Left my sunglasses at work. I hope.
"Q. Do I exist?
A. Who wants to know?"
"mr. wiggles, i met this girl the other night + one thing led to another, + now i'm feeling things i've never felt before."
"is it love?"
"i don't know. does love burn when you urinate?"
"only the good kind, my friend, only the good kind..."
"I have a theory that neither of them really want to be president... they just want to live in a giant house."
--Fifth Grader on NPR on the election
"God damn it, what are you eating now Jake?"
-- Brooke at her party
Sigh. Someday I'll likely be old and irritated that lifespan extension hasn't matured with me.
Life's too short for sentences that begin "life's too short for..."
"The kneebone's connected to the... something. The something's connected to the... red thing. The red thing's connected to my wrist watch. ...Uh oh."
--Dr. Nick Riviera
"What a day, eh, Milhouse? The sun is out, birds are singing, bees are trying to have sex with them -- as is my understanding..."
"Fat Tony is a cancer on this fair city! He is the cancer and I am the... uh... what cures cancer?"
"Lisa, I've had it with you and your stories. 'Bart's a vampire.' 'Beer kills brain cells.' Now let's go back to that... building thingy... where our beds and TV... is."