On And On
Thursday. Yes, Oakland, we have sun, and we are at the upbeat end of the mood balloon this morning after breakfast as in the “energy has returned” and I'm “thinking of doing things” now that the day has started. No reason to suspect I'll actually follow through mind you, but there's a certain rush, a certain high in good intentions. Makes me want to celebrate this evening with a glass of sake or two or head over to San Francisco to meet with the usual crew at a favorite watering hole (which, come to think of it, was the plan mentioned this weekend at Ms. A's birthday celebration).
There was a story in The Chronicle today talking about a Kindle like device the size of a sheet of paper that the Hearst Corporation (publisher of The Chronicle) has been developing. A Kindle, only larger. I'd be curious to see what it looks like. It won't come soon enough to save The Chronicle itself, due to stop publication (they're saying) within the next month, but another proof an entire universe of gadgets and networks and the like are bringing enormous change even as we sit. You hear that a lot: “Enormous changes”! It's become a cliché. The world is a cliché. Still, it seems to be true. Doodle-dee-do.
The writing has been spotty, not overly comprehensible of late, a product no doubt of the rain, the season, the age, the brain, the upcoming operation next week. Hard to say, but it also leads to change and change is necessary, I'm thinking, if I'm to continue this journal. I personally think there's adventure ahead. I personally think this year will go well (With luck, you understand. Things can always happen.) and Horoscope Minerva keeps saying 2010 will be all parties and cakes for the Pisces of the world.
And the purpose of this is?
You get up in the morning feeling pretty good like a hot cup of coffee, you add a little hup! hup! hup! sugar to up the rush. I think it's called thinking positively, looking forward to the light, filling up your journal without need for thinking. I'm tempted to erase your question. You ask it too many times and I respond way too damned predictably.
Later. I had to call Adobe again to get another serial number to install Illustrator, the same thing that happened yesterday when Dreamweaver gave me a “you're obviously a fucking crook because you've installed this software more times than we allow so where did you steal it you bastard”? Pain the the butt. Still, I figure they spend a fortune answering these calls (by a nice lady located in India) so there is some payback I'm thinking.
You do go on.
And on and on and on.