The Entire Concept
Pisces (Feb 19 - Mar 19) First a warning. Your boss, or some other authority figure, wants to teach you things you may or may not want to know. Does it have to do with money? Probably. “Living in the moment” - isn't that what you've been doing? Second warning: Pushing the envelope could result in sealing it permanently. Be especially careful in the next three weeks.
Sunday. Something to pump up the old paranoia index in the Chronicle this morning, should I let it. “Truth from an authority figure.” The prospect of hearing the truth in the abstract doesn't bother me much. Some small exposure to truth, I'm told, can be beneficial. Keeps your head on straight. Sticking your nose out into the cold air, now and again, is good practice in learning how to pay your rent and putting food on the table. That second point, pushing the envelope, hammering it home when it needn't be hammered home, well, that's no longer my style. Anymore. There's “ham fisted” and “hammer fisted” and I, knowing both, have learned my lesson.
That was nonsense.
You start the day with breakfast, you read the paper, the horoscope sticks in your mind (and not much else), so you go with what you've got.
Other than that, an overcast morning, due to become the last hot day of July 2005, is starting just fine. No urge to go to the office (I could do things at the office, but nothing worth breaking my promise of staying out of the office on weekends). Might that have something to do with the first warning? Pisces beware? My boss rarely addresses anyone directly so a few sparks would be an improvement. Maybe something to look forward to tomorrow: a meeting with me, my boss and an HR representative. But I digress. Let's see how the rest of this day transpires, give ourselves a little recap with the magic of a time shifted next paragraph.
Back from a drive over to Telegraph near the University, a winding wandering meandering drive, a pass by some of the live-work lofts currently available. None of them called out to me. What am I thinking? I could try Emeryville, but who wants to live in Emeryville? I'd rather live in the place I've got. So I drove some more. Should I drive over to Telegraph Avenue for lunch? I drove over to Telegraph for lunch. Had lunch. Thought about live-work lofts, procrastination, women with bare mid rifts, art and life.
Focus on something smaller, maybe, focus on getting ready to go and let the go take care of itself. Do something, in other words. In fact, can the words, this internal dialogue is driving me nuts. Maybe some sake this evening at the usual place to think this out. Mull the brain while mulling over the problem. Fuzz the outlook to avoid the issue. With luck, forget the entire concept.